Songs of Us ~ A Mafia Romance

eight

Seia

Gunshots fired.

"Go back and lock the door. No one leaves the room", he said, ignoring my question. And then he pulled a gun of his own.

The sight of it reminded me of the trigger, and the trigger alone. 

And that one dusty night by the crashing waves of the sea and near the golden wheat field. 

I entered the room and Karolina practically pulled Annie from me. "What happened?"
"I don't know", I answered turning to lock the door. "Elsie is the spare gun here?"
She nodded. And she ducked beneath one of the dressing tables and plucked the spare, loaded gun taped on the bottom surface.
The other girls looked around in fear and confusion and my insides felt the same.
But if I fell prey to my emotions, if I was who I was in the past, I would suffocate.

She threw me the gun and I caught it easily and checked how many bullets were in.

Three.

No one questioned me. No one even showed a glimmer of doubt. And somehow in just that alone, I felt more responsible and yet more self-assured.

Nodding,  I walked to the door and looked back to the other girls. "Els you okay to guard from here?"

She gave me a canine like grin. "You bet"

I walked out and took a deep breath.

William

Stupid. Careless. Reckless.
The men that barged in guns blazing, were some backwater street gang playing army. Drunk out of their minds and filth coming out of their mouths, they began shooting at the ceiling demanding money.

The guests were ushered to a back booth, luckily there weren't much.

"Damn it", I heard Petrana's voice hiss as she came from some room, her hands buttoning her shirt and her hair disheveled slightly.

"Money or a nice bullet wedged between your knees sweetheart?" crowed one of the men his smile toothless and his breath stinking of cheap liquor.

"Who the hell are you?", she asked tightening the cuffs of her blouse.

"What's it matter in a place like this. You see, word has it that you run this little animal hall. For fucking"

She smirked. "The only animal I see is you and your little rat pack. Scurry along now"
He blinked and his grin turned menacing as he adjusted his gun to his ease.

"Hey", I said pointing my gun to him. "Leave. Now"

"And what do you do here? Kiss ass and revive the youth of old hags?" 
"At least they want me", I smirked. "Dunno if the same can be said for you" 
The man's face twisted and his men howled moronically behind him. These people were all bark and no bite. A little bit of vodka in their bloodstream and they deem themselves kings. 

"Watch your mouth, pretty boy", he sneered inching closer to Petrana. "Don't want me hurting this crone now would you"

"Why I ought to", Petrana, damn Petrana and that insipid rage, pulled a fruit knife from the bar and slashed it across his face. He stumbled back and it took a mere instant for me to stride over to her before his drunken pals all turned their guns onto the both us. 

"Fucking bitch!", the man roared. "You'll pay for this!" 

"Drop your fucking gun", one of the other men, one with teeth browner than wood and eyes so bloodshot it looked straight from a C-grade horror movie. "Or we shot you or her" 
"Or maybe the both of you!", slurred another man, his body swaying, the gun in his hand included. 

"A whore's money is public money. Just as much as her loose cunt is", the man said, the man Petrana cut. The rest of the men laughed boorishly. I could feel Petrana inhale sharply. "So how's 'bout a little pay to us and we just might leave" 

But before any of us could say anything, a gunshot fired and striked the brown-toothed man right on his left leg. And the next bullet came so quick, the first shot itself hadn't been registered. 

They were getting injured but not killed, from somewhere, by someone. 

Three men were left unharmed and they somehow collected the rest of the men and began ushering them out. 

"You're going to regret this!", the cut man yelled as a friend of his dragged him by the shoulder. "Watch your fucking backs", the rest shouted. 

And I looked up. And holding onto the violet curtains from one of the private booths, was Seia, a sleek black gun in her hand and a grimace on her face. 

Seia

If med school wasn't going to be the death of me,

this ridiculous man who headed the Italian mafia and all his fucking shenanigans would be instead. 

~

hi everyoneeeeee!!!!!!

i am so so sorry. i know, i know i have been MIA for a year now I think. i just moved across the world for university and this whole year has been....well interesting...to say the least. 

but not to worry, seia and will are back and hopefully for longer this time. 

once again i am truly so sorry for the hiatus. 

i hope you are all doing so incredibly well. and if not... hey, we are all in this boat together. my messages are always open if you ever need a chat or a venting session. 

i love you, i'm proud of you, and i believe in you. 

go drink some water now and i'll talk soon. 

hugs <3