LEGAL CRAP: I don't own GTA, or Madeline, they belong to Rockstar Games and Ludwig Bemelmans. The writer of this fic does not encourage or promote any of the actions depicted in this story.
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Prologue - Madeline's Dough
It all began when my great-grandpapa inherited me his oil company. I was six years old then, and I didn't knew much about getting losts of material possessions. Then I turned 18, years after I reluctantly left my old home, the boarding school. I then emigrated to Texas, and lived a life of luxury. I'm not really that fascinated with that sort of formality; I preferred eating simple meals instead of the typical rich guy's buffet. Then the day came when Sonny's men raided my mansion. I grabbed my gun and tried to shoot them one by one. But I found them too hard for such resistance. I escaped from the now ruined place, and called Tommy for help...
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TO BE CONTINUED??
The story's still in progress, so watch out for updates...
