"A Don's Desire" honeyXkitten

Lessons Learned and Decisions Made

"Hi Kitten. I'll enjoy smashing that pretty little face of yours in." The dark-haired stranger says with a great deal of confidence. She makes her way over to me, swaying her hips with each step. She's cocky and clearly unaware of the mistake she just made by willingly walking into this building.

"You? You're the one that's going to teach me a lesson?" I ask as a smile appears on my face in amusement. I turn to Honey who is laid back in his chair striking a match to light yet another cigar. "This is a joke, right?"

He nudges Tony and points to the alcohol that's on the counter. Both I and the dark-haired woman look over to him, yet he continues ignoring my question, seeming completely unbothered by the awkward silence. He sits as if he is a statue, just waiting on Tony to finish pouring his drink. The sound of the liquor pouring into the glass is unsettling as it's the only sound being made in the room. I know this isn't going to end well for me.

"Here Boss." The bottom of the glass from the liquor bottle echoes as Tony sets it back on the counter. He holds the glass in front of Honey and takes his seat next to him.

"Take the guys and get the hell out of here." Honey orders as he taps the side of his glass slowly and consistently with his ring. Each time it connects with the glass, it sends a chill up my spine as his face looks as though it hides many dangerous thoughts- thoughts even I don't want to know.

"Frankie, I can just send the guys if you want me in here with yo-." Tony is quickly interrupted.

"What the hell did I say?" Honey doesn't make eye contact, but Tony knows he is speaking to him.

The room is left with only Honey, this dark-haired woman with a large ego, me, and whatever is about to come next. The air suddenly goes eerie, as Honey stops tapping his glass. He slides to the edge of his seat with his elbows resting on his knees. In one hand is his glass of whiskey and in the other is his cigar that's smoke continues to rise to the blinking lights above.

He lifts his head and points toward me, "I want you to feel on the outside, the way you make me feel on the inside." His voice is calm which strikes every chord inside my soul. He nods for the woman in front of me to proceed with whatever is currently planned. She cracks her knuckles and kicks the chair I'm sitting on, signaling for me to move.

"Get up, bitch." She says with a cocky smile reflecting on her thin lips. I entertain her and stand, taking a step closer to her.

"For your sake, I hope you don't miss." As the words leave my mouth, I feel the impact of her fist against my lips. The stinging, sharp, burning pain from the impact leaves a trace of blood dripping from my chin. "You little bitch!" I reach forward, gripping her throat tightly as her face begins turning a pale purple color. Her hands grasp mine, yet she's unable to release my grip from her. The excitement watching her squirm gives me much satisfaction.

"Don't!" Honey yells.

I let go and turn to him in confusion as to why he's intervening. She uses this distraction to strike my face once again, though this time her fist connects between my right eye and nose. I begin to feel my heartbeat in my face and my anger rises with each pulse.

"Don't touch her." Honey whispers from his chair. "I want you to know how it feels to consistently take shit from someone that cause a tremendous amount of pain, yet there's nothing you can do to stop it." His attention focuses back on her. "Continue". She smiles at him and nods.

After a few more blows to the face, I feel the blood running down my nose and lips. My eye is beginning to tighten- I assume from the swelling. How is this learning a lesson? Why hire this ridiculously, arrogant woman to prove his point? I have no control. I must listen to his orders- Why didn't he do this himself? Why sit there and watch her do this to me?