𝐶𝑅𝐼𝑀𝑆𝑂𝑁 𝑅𝐸𝐷| 18+ ✔️

IV.Deal

I sprung up from the bed, gasping desperately for air in my lungs.

checking the clock beside me it reads 4:59, it's always fucking 4:59. I punch the clock causing it to shatter on the floor and get up from my bed.

it's the normal routine, every single night I just get war flashbacks about that night, you'd think id be used to it but it affected me in ways I didn't know I could be affected.

And i'm always waking up 4:59 a-fucking-m Flustered and angrily got up, brushed my teeth, and changed into my workout clothes

I put on my black Nike pro shorts and a Black Nike bra with some trainers and put my hair that was still in the blow-dried style in a bun and grabbed my phone, gloves and wireless beats.

carefully not to wake Mother or Penny I walk out to the hallway fast but soft on my feet. down to the first basement, I go, making my way to the gym. 

I spent an hour down there taking my anger, sadness, and guilt on the pushing bag but it wasn't enough for me, I needed more, I needed to feel something, I needed to run.

I take the gloves off and abandon them in the gym before running up the stairs and out the door. I know this isn't an ordinary run, this is the time of things where I give everything until my legs try to break off.

with all the might in me playing 'Eventually' by tame impala, making sure it was hard to breathe, making sure my legs were gonna collapse under me at any time, making sure the wind hit my face harder than before, making sure that it hurts, that I can feel something.

by the time I ran from the whole yard and to the start of the city. stopping just at the barrier I stop and fall to my knees letting my skin greet the grass underneath me.

My legs hurt, my chest is burning, my pulse is about to jump out. I was covered in sweat and tears, I didn't even know I was crying.

I scowled at the thought, this was weakness. This makes me weak. I sat there weeping before picking myself up and going back home.

As I walked in my perfect clean white mansion that I hated the sight of, I was greeted by my regular morning maids. I take the fluffy white towel one of the maids brings to me "thanks margret."

I say as I wipe down all my sweat and rest the towel around my neck. she bows her head and says "My pleasure, Ms.Wolfee" before walking away. 

I take the iced cold water and another maid brings me "thank you, Clara." I say before gulping it down, as I do she bows her head before saying "You're welcome, Ms.Wolfee", waiting for me to return the cup and  then walks away.

My assistant, Alessio, comes my way afterwards. He's an old Italian man who is very mean but loyal and useful. I want to be like him when I grow older, he's my best friend.

"Donna, you have a guest." he says while following me up the stairs with his thickened italian accent. "Alessio, I told you to stop calling me Donna. It sounds like a terrible name for an old woman and what do you mean by guest? I did not bring anyone here."

We both turned to walk in a long ass hallway that led to my room. "It seems they've come here themselves, Ms.Wolfee." he says. Sighing, I open my room door.

"Who is here? We can't just let people into my house." I say seriously. "Don of mexican mafia, Ivan Morandez and the Heirest of African Mafia, Averi Zotolo." he answers my question as we both enter my closet.

My closet is designed to look like a store, it's how I wanted to be since I Had a dream that I bought a whole mall.

"Hm, victims of Kitrill Voltov, the man who happens to be my biggest enemy at the moment? I wonder what they want." I say sarcastically.