She is living in two distinct worlds. The one who is the definition of grace, serenity, and love. And the one who is on the other side of the coin.
Ballistic, killer, and wicked. There is no sign of calmness & forgiveness. Just blood and her sadisti...
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Exactly that happened what we'd thought about, the french Mafia boss came and we killed him, again.
Right now we're sitting here and counting our profits we made this past week, and everyone around me is drinking.
I am not drinking, because I cannot let anything slip my intelligent mind, whatever I have thought to do.
I have so many threats walking around me and I can't just start celebrating by killing that small 55-year-old.
I have to do something about this, last night I found one grenade, in my bedroom window and I cannot take it easy, I also found a letter with it.
"Now just waiting for the day, when I'll see you and graciously kill you, young lady, I hope that little head of your didn't forget that the great Mafia's ball is coming. I'll capture your face in this head and just after that night, you'll die from my wonderful hands, till then enjoy your life."
Береги себя и жди смерти.[In Russian (Take care and wait to die.)]
I know that sick fuck will not show his face easily, let alone die easily.
This Draven Goncharov is the biggest pain in my ass.
Diana, do you really think you're intelligent, you haven't seen him yet, meh...I am disappointed.
My internal self mocked me.
I am wondering when I started talking to myself.
I am here forever you just don't listen to me.
My eyes widen thinking that I can think like this and talk to myself.
Maybe this is how introverts spend their time.
I am not an introvert for sure, or else I wouldn't have done this particular job.
What do you think, which kind of face he would have when you'll finally see him?
Obviously, like someone sinister's always smirking and ordering and maybe some lip piercings and tried scars on his faces. That's how Russian's look like right?
My phone rang and it was Sebastian...
A smile crept through my face reading his name. This guy does make me feel normal.
I know right!
I shook my head and then picked up the call, "Hey Crimson how are you?"
"I am a great whatcha doin'?"
"Umm nothing much just checking some reports and making some calls, I just missed you o I called."
Why he has to be so damn sweet?
"Ohh great, I was just kinda busy with my grandma you know, she is literally in very bad condition."
Then only I sensed someone standing behind me, I closed my eyes tightly knowing exactly who is this.
