Mila Babinski is the most deadly assassin the underground has seen in years... all the mobsters fear her... she even fears herself. Mila lost everyone she ever cared for at a young age and the time has now finally come to get her revenge. But when...
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2 weeks later
"Trixie get the fuck out my office," I tell the blonde bimbo who sits mindlessly in-front of me. She digs her claws into my leather chair as she gets up and makes her way towards me. She bends down, exposing her fake cleavage and begins planting sloppy kisses onto my neck. "You can't fire me Dante."
"I'll do whatever the fuck I want to." I place my hand on her face and push her away, but that only encourages her more. Trixie sets herself onto my lap and drapes her legs across the arm of the chair. "Everyone loves me. I make you the most money," she pauses and nibbles on my ear, "Without me, this place will go to shit."
Pulling away I try getting up without throwing this leach across the room - it would take months to scrub all of that fucking fake tan off my wooden floors. "Trixie you barely make any profit for me... I'm basically paying you for nothing." She is still clinging to me, "Now get out the fuck of my office and take that fucking disgusting stench with you."
Before she can reply the door swings open.
"Matteo you better get your ass downstairs before Z starts slicing your horny customer's hands o-" Mila stands in the doorway. For a slight moment relief washes over me, her presence alone comforts me, the same comfort I have been longing for every day since the death of my little sister. Seeing her there ignites the pain in me... the pain of her lying to me... the pain of her past.
Fuck the floors.
I shove Trixie to the ground. "Fuck Mila its not wh-"
Mila starts to shift uncomfortably, hurt glazing over her eyes, "I was just uh looking for Matteo."
"Well he's obviously not here so please get out and leave me and my boyfriend new girl," the bitch pipes up beside me and I control my urge to yank her long blonde extension out.
"Shut the fuck up and get out. If you take even one fucking step into my club again I promise you I will not hesitate to destroy your pathetic little life." I take an intimating step towards her and for a second she seems affected by my threats but she quickly covers it up.
"Fine whatever, but don't come running back to me when this whore breaks your heart." She brushes past me and makes her way towards the door where Mila is stood.
Suddenly, Mila leaves her spot until she is inches away from Trixie. "What the fuck did you just call me?"
"I called you a whore," she taunts back - big fucking mistake. A mischievous grin starts to form on Mila's plump lips.
She grabs a fistful of her bleached blonde locks and forces Trixie's head back so that she is now looking up to her. "Fucking call me that again bitch because unlike his silly little threat, I make good of my promises and I promise if I ever see your fucking face again I will make sure that you'll never see the light of day again."
