Sin City

One: Passionate Tempers.

"A fucking ignorant cunt!"

Sin had been pacing around the kitchen, head in her hands. On the counter, there lay an important-looking note addressed to her lover, Zayne. 

'We have found records of illegal substances being in your hold, and we suspect you to be included in multiple dangerous acts. We politely ask for you to meet us at headquarters to discuss further action.'    

Upon opening the letter, Sin had laughed it off, expecting it to be some sort of prank. But after flipping the envelope over and seeing the symbol that she had seen so many times on Zaynes skin, on the back of his neck, she accepted the truth.

The two had joked about him being in the mafia countless times, with his seemingly unlimited money and Italian blood, but she had never even thought of the possibility of it being more than a joke. 

Now she leaned on the counter, feeling a nauseating headache build. How could he do this? How could he lie to her face so easily? What else could he have possibly lied about?

The front door of their mansion clicked open, and Zayne walked in with a handsome smile. He was wearing an all black suit, making his platinum blonde hair more noticable. "Sinny, I'm home! And guess what? I got a raise! We're going on a flight to Paris this weekend, just us."

Sin slowly looked up, into his deep blue eyes, which were filled with so much enthusiasm. Oh, how excited she was to change that enthusiasm to regret. "Zayne," She muttered with a dangerously low voice. "Zayne, my dearest love, how wonderful."

Slowly, his smile dropped. "Sinny? Sin, love, what's wrong?"

She did not answer, instead nodded her head toward the open envelope on the counter.

Zayne furrowed his eyebrows, and walked over to the kitchen, slowly lowering his suitcase. Sin chuckled emotionlessly as his panicked eyes skimmed over the letter. "Sin. Who gave you this? Was it the kids down the street again? I swear, I'll get them-"

"Oh, Zayne. How fucking stupid do you think I am?"

He hesitantly looked up and studied her face. "I don't-" Sin didn't let him finish as she grabbed his tie and pulled him closer to her. Looking deep into his eyes, she smirked, and let him kiss her. 

In a quick motion, Zayne pulled his lover onto the counter, and she wrapped her legs around his waist, their desperate lips not once separating. When Zayne began to unbutton her top buttons, Sin laughed into his lips and pulled away.

Confused, Zayne leaned back in, but Sin put her hand on his chest, making him keep his distance. "My dear Zayneth, how long did you think you could make me believe all your lies? Tell me, did you really get this 'raise'?

"Yes! of course."

"And this letter is a fraud?"

Zayne chuckled nervously. "What else would it be?"

Sin sighed and grabbed the letter. She flipped it over and shoved it into his face. "Does this symbol remind you of anything?"

"I- no! I have never seen this symbol in my life. I swear, Sinilith." He smiled his charming smile and grabbed her face, kissing her again.

Groaning, but not in pleasure, Sin pushed him away and let her cold hands travel to the back of his neck, where the symbol lay. "Tell me truthfully. What are you hiding from me?"

Zayne gave up on his act, and dropped his hands from her face. "Look I'm sorry."

Sin jumped off the counter, filled with fury.

"So you were lying this whole time! You are part of the mafia! What the fuck? What else have you lied about, huh?"

"No Sin, I swear I was going to tell you."

"WHEN? When were you going to tell me?"

"Soon- look, just calm down and we'll work things out."

"Work things out? Are you delusional?"

"I'm sorry!"

"No, you're not! You're not sorry. But do you know what you are?"

"What, then?"

"A fucking ignorant cunt!"

Zayne was left to breathlessly watch Sin storm out of the house, slamming the door behind her. He covered his face with his hands and felt frustrated tears prickle at the back of his throat. He stalked over to the living room and slouched onto the couch. Hearing the crinkle of paper, he stood up and stared at the spot he had just sat on.

There was a single piece of paper with a written note that read, 'You're in some deep shit.' 

On top of the note lay the ring he had given Sin when they first fell in love.