On Your Knees

Chapter 1

**Playlist on Spotify: On Your Knees by Sofia_13**

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I blow the smoke out of my mouth after taking a long drag of my cigarette. I was supposed to be 'busy' killing someone who is a threat to our mafia but it seems they have better things to do.

Flicking the cigarette out of my hand, I it out on the floor. I get back in position and look through the scope. 'There you are, stronzo' I say to myself. Making sure everything is in position, I take in a breathe and pull the trigger. (fucker).

Bang!

"Hmm" I happily say as the people surrounding him start to scream. That had to be my favorite part of the night but now that it was over I had to actually make sure I didn't get caught. Quickly, I made my way into the stairwell and changed back into my club outfit. When I got outside, I didn't bother to stay behind. Papà always said that wasting time in the mafia is the most dangerous and reckless thing you can do. Lucky for him, I'm not fucking stupid and start to walk in the opposite direction.

All of my assassinations have been nothing but successful. Lost in my own thoughts, I didn't notice the hand that grabbed my wrist and pulled me into the alleyway. "Eccoti stupida puttana" I heard a male voice say. (There you are stupid whore).

Oh shit. Well, I guess it's time to play Karen Smith and hope he falls for it.

"I'm sorry, I don't understand, I'm not from here" I say in oh-so fake concern. "Nice try puttana, but I'm not fucking stupid" he sneers. "Oh my God! Here I was thinking you were stupid but now I know you're just fucking dumb" I sigh in fake relief. "If you're looking for a fuck, I sadly have to pass. I'm not into men with 15 different STDs including chlamydia". I say while grabbing his other hand. "There is a male strip club down the street, to the left. Great guys, I know the owner so you can cut the line to get in" I hurriedly say. "Oh, will you look at the time", I say glancing down at my invisible watch, "It just so happens that it's passed my bedtime, I would love to stay and chat but I have places to be. Toodles!"

I yank my hand from his grasp an run out the alleyway. I'm almost out until my hair is painfully yanked back. "Stronzo!" I scream in pain. "You want to play dirty fine, I guess I get a bonus kill now" I say barely dodging his punch to my face. I grip my hand on his wrist holding my hair and swing my other arm to his wrist to break free from his hold. Moving back quickly and getting in position, I try to ignore the pain in my head and focus on analyzing the situation.

Fuck, my head is gonna hurt like a bitch later.

I move in fast, making sure to block any possible attacks and punch him in the face. I wipe out his leg and straddle him as he lands on the ground. I reach for his gun and knock it out of his hand. I go to choke him but he flips me over and starts to strangle me. I start gasping for air and reaching around for something to hit him.

"Burn in hell, whore!" He evilly grinned.

I saw that a glass bottle was in reach and grabbed it; quickly smashing it on his head. I broke free and grabbed his gun. The man was on the floor grabbing his head and cursing in Russian. "I'll see you hell stronzo" I said pulling the trigger. He went limp immediately, his blood started spilling quickly. (fucker).

I shot him a few more times, just to be sure. Grabbing the shards of the broken glass, I carved 'la mia puttana' on his forehead. Smirking at my excellent writing, I ran out of alley and took the man's gun with me. I got in my mustang and drove back home as quickly as I could. I couldn't help but let my mind wonder to what the hell just happened. Why the hell are the Russian after me? Being in the mafia meant that we always had enemies; and Russia just happens to be our #1 enemy. But there hasn't been an attack from the Russians in 7 years. I left the thought alone and started to focus on getting back to Sicily in one piece.  (my bitch).

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I dragged my feet up the stairs, hoping that I get to sleep in. Closing the door, I start to go to my bed until I feel a hand clamp down my my mouth. I head-butt thinking that the Russian mafia must have found me already. "Cazzo!" the voice yells. I turn around only to find Matteo. "What the fuck are you doing? I thought you were an intruder; I could've killed you!" I quietly yell at Matteo.

Still rubbing his head, he went to sit on my bed. He looked at me and said, "You came back later than you were supposed too. I wanted to wait here to make sure that you got back". I walked over to him and straddled his lap. "Aww Matteo, don't tell me that you were worried about me" I say staring into his eyes. I move to kiss his jaw and then move towards his neck. Matteo's breathing became labored as he tried to focus on his sentence. "No way! I was just making sure that your ass wasn't killed because then it would be my problem" He finally manages to say. I hum in agreement still continuing my attack on his neck. Matteo puts his hands on my hips and slowly starts to move them back and forth. "We shouldn't do this again, you're hurt" He says, his voice strained and heavy.

I push him down on the bed and take off my shirt; leaving me in my lace bra. "I don't care, help me forget" I say against Matteo's lips. He flips me over and starts kissing my neck and breasts. "This is the last time we're doing this" I whisper. Matteo starts to chuckle, "You said that last time". I growl in annoyance, "I know that but I need a distraction, just don't pull on my hair some fucker hurt my head". Matteo has my pants on the floor and has his hands on my underwear. He looks at me as he takes them off, "Of course, tigrotta" and begins the start of a long night. (tiger)

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a/n: hey babes! sorry for a short first chapter. this is my first story and i want to put good effort into it. let me know what you think and if my translations are correct (italian isn't my first language).

with love, sofia