Sinfully in love

AGREEMENT

POV: Hayley

He came and stood in front of me and said.

"Hayley Coleman, I got an Agreement for you."

What does he mean by an agreement? As an Assassin, what I learned is to never argue when you are overpowered.

"What agreement?"

I gulped while asking him. I was scared, there's just something about Donato. His aura is dark and I'm getting lured into it.

He went towards the table across the room and took a small bag off it. Then he came towards the bed and handed me that bag, and said...

"Get dressed and be downstairs in 30 minutes."

He didn't even let me speak anything else and left the room. Many things are going through my mind right now. I made my decision months ago, I want nothing to do with the mafia world anymore.

I sucked up my thoughts and got up to change. When I opened the bag, I found a jumpsuit. Great, just great! He went through every single piece of fabric I own, and this is what he picked out for me, the only outfit I hate!

Suck it up, Hayley, you brought this upon yourself. I changed into that black jumpsuit and knocked on the door. The guard opened the door and let me out. I went down the stairs, and every single one of his men was looking at me like they will kill me if I even sneeze.

I went to a room which I suppose was a living room. I tried to look around to find Donato again but my eyes fell on something else. It was a photo, of a woman. I was holding the picture in my hands and thinking about who that woman was.

POV: Donato

I was walking towards the door to the living room when I saw Hayley looking at a photo. This woman can't live without pissing me off.

I walked up to her and peeked from her shoulder to see what she was looking at.

POV: Hayley

I was looking at the photo when I felt a hot breath on my shoulder. That same smell of cigarettes and cologne. If He wasn't so arrogant, I would have been drooling over this man.

Just as I was about to turn around, Donato snatched the photo frame from my hands and pinned me to the wall, holding me by my neck.

I gasped as my back hit that hard wall. I was now in his grip, completely powerless.

He tightened his grip around my neck as I stared into his eyes. Why is he doing this?! What did I even do now?! I wanted to speak but my throat was hurting from the grip.

POV: Donato

She was in my grip again, powerless, struggling for release. She couldn't speak. Touching that picture is something unacceptable to me. I never let people touch something that belongs to me, And my mother's picture???! Absolutely not!!

I kept tightening my grip around her throat. Tears started running from her eyes and she was losing her breath. I would have snapped her neck in half but seeing her in that condition was not a view that I enjoyed. I don't know what it is but seeing her hurt just doesn't sit right with me.

I let go of her neck and she fell to the floor, coughing and catching her breath.

The maid who was passing by the room, heard her coughing and came in to assist her. I sighed and sat down on the couch, waiting for her to be normal again.

POV: Hayley

The maid was rubbing my back and asking me if I wanted some water. My eyes were watery and my throat hurt bad, really bad. Donato was just sitting on the couch, without any expression. This is what I hate about mafia men, this lack of respect for life. He would have choked me to death for no fucking reason!!