Impressing the Clients

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Paula's POV

I was frozen in my seat as they told me all the stuff they had done to their enemies before, or maybe they left out the more gruesome parts. I was unable to move when they told me they actually liked torturing or inflicting pain to anyone who crossed them. They're sadistic motherfuckers. Fucking hell, I should be scared. Right?

I must be scared. But I weighed myself for a second. I was not scared. They're fucking sick and I must be an even more sick person to not fear them.

They never made me feel that they could do such horrible things to me. But still, they do those horrible stuff to other people. What makes me the fucking exception?

Then again, we're blind to the people we like. We make up these little excuses for them in our minds that they only did what they did because they had to. And that's what I concluded to myself.

I didn't fear them. I didn't feel the need to stay away from them, fucking hell that was the last thought in my mind. I just want this problem done, only then I can figure out for myself if I really should stay.

'The rational thing to do, Paula, was to fucking walk away. They're monsters! You don't know them!' I scolded myself.

But the heart wants what it fucking wants. Besides, where else would I rather be than beside them

Whatever it takes, remember? You promised them. Bitch, you asked for this: to truly know them. And now they showed you their true selves, you're gonna run?

Quick, think of something. You remained frozen in your seat for too long now.

"I didn't know," I only managed to say at first.

I truly didn't know what to do with what I just knew. But I wanted to be here, I wanted to stay. So I finally decided, I'd stay and help. At least until after this problem is solved then I decide after that if I should stay.

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Wow, they love me. They love me!

Marco and Mason Davidson wanted me to be their girl. OH MY FUCKING GOD.

My inner self was fucking screaming and yelling and doing fucking cartwheels. She was ready to say 'yes'. She was ready to fucking offer herself to these glorious beasts. But another thought came to me.

They love me. These men love me.

I never thought I'd come to this, to be asked by two murderous, handsome men to be their girlfriend. Oh, god.

Then there's this wonderful, wonderful gift that only made things better and worse at the same time!

I can never imagine to receive such better, well thought gift. I was never a fan of gifts. I grew up without them and I never grew fond of people giving me things. I learned and loved that I can give myself the stuff I want.

But this. This was completely different.

I felt so special. I felt so happy.

Great, now here came the tears.

These men in front me were absolutely evil but I never felt, not one second, that they were to me. The opposite in fact.

They were my savior. They were my protectors. They were my angels.

They're my peace.

Fuck, I can't handle this!

Good thing, they weren't eager to have an answer right away. I definitely needed time to think about this.