Clara's POV:
"So what am I suppose to do with them?" Matteo asks.
"Search them see if you find anything." Francesco replies.
"Then what?" He asks.
"Then get rid of them." Francesco replies.
"Even the boss?" He asks.
"Ugh I forgot him. You killed him as well didn't you?" Francesco asks. I nod.
"Send his body to the place the mobs usually hold the meetings. The conference house." He says.
"Then can we celebrate?" Matteo asks.
"What?" Francesco asks.
"We should celebrate this. It's a big achievement." He explains.
"Tomorrow night. Tonight we are all tired and it's too late." Francesco replies.
It's hot and I am getting fucking impatient. This uniform is suffocating me. It smells like blood and the perfume of its last owner.
I can't take it anymore. I wanted to take it off sooner but I didn't find the right time but now I can't take it.
"Fuck." I say. I am sweating. I hate it. Gosh. I can't even take a second in this fucking uniform.
"What's wrong?" Francesco asks.
"I can't. I will take it off and I don't care who's gonna stare." I say.
"What?" He asks. But I start taking the uniform off.
"What the fuck are you doing? Stop." He says.
"It's hot and it smells bad." I say struggling to take it off.
"Stop. Not here. Follow me." He says. I nod following him.
We enter a room which I assume it's his room. It's huge. A dark themed room.
"Here." He hands me a sweatpants exiting the walk in closet.
"Thanks." I say.
"Walk out when you're done." He says and leaves.
I didn't even wait a second before taking the stupid uniform off. I wear the sweatpants. I was wearing my tank-top under the uniform so I didn't need a shirt or anything.
I pick the uniform and leave. Francesco was standing in the hallway. He's on his phone.
"What should I do with this?" I ask.
"Burn it." He says with a shrug.
"You like burning don't you?" I ask.
He burned the whole place down, their whole organization. After he told us to leave he made the rest to burn it down.
He takes a step toward me. He leans in. My breathing quickens.
"Play with fire and you'll get burned." He whispers in my ear. I gulp.
"Yeah burn me daddy" inner Clara says. "Shut up inner Clara,"
"Not inner Clara. It's inner ho."
Fuck what's wrong with me. Well about me: when I don't sleep enough and I'm tired I turn into this weird creation.
"You look tired. Better get going." He says as he backs away from me with a smirk. I nod.
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Burn me
HumorShe was just a new member. Supposed to take information by torturing not going around, making bets, going on missions, sleeping with the handsome boss and more specifically falling for him. "You're playing a very dangerous game. Didn't I warn you...
