MAFIAS LOVE (WRITING)

I Wont Kill You

Third POV
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A man with a bloodied face bust through the door. It was the same man that was knocked unconscious a while ago.

'C'est la salope qui m'a fait ça!'
(That's the bitch who did this to me!)

Both looked towards the disturbance. He was breathing heavy; likely from running to chase her down. Now in the light Violetta could see he wasn't a big man. He stood only a couple inches taller than her with a medium size torso.

'Is that a way to introduce a lady?'

He wouldn't usually get mad for someone getting referred to as 'bitch', but in this case it was different. 'Bitch' would be used against anyone who was lower than a person. Violetta was no way lower or weaker than him to use the word towards her.

The green-eyed man walked over to where Violetta still sat. He untied her wrist from the chair. Burns from the rope appeared on her skin. He guided her over to where the two males first stood. He still held her hands behind her back with a tight grip.

'Here you go.'

He let go of her hands and handed her, his gun. From not using her fingers for long the gun almost slipped from her hands. She had an easier escape with her new claimed defense.

He leaned into the back of her neck just behind her ear.

'He disrespected you. Do it.'
He whispered.

Faster than a heartbeat the safety of the gun was off and pointing at the man.

'No André. She won't-'

Bang

His body dropped to the floor with a loud thud. Violetta didn't really care to end others life's but in this case it could help her. If he were to believe she was on his side he would put his guard down. Once its down she could easily manipulate him.

'Good girl.'
He praised.

He turned around to make his way to his stool. This was her only chance to escape.

'Aren't you coming to sit-'

Once he turned around he looked into the an empty whole of blackness.

'Do it.'

Violetta could see his pleading eyes. Why would he want her to? He leaned his head onto the barrel, prompting her to do it.

'Oh come on.'

He grunted out of annoyance. His hand laid on top of hers; along with her finger on the trigger.

'Pull.'

Without warning he pulled down the trigger. Violetta closed her eyes not wanting to see the scene. All her life no one has ever put her in a situation like this. She's seen more deaths than then usual 24 year old would.

Click.

Her eyes widened.

'Empty...'