You work for one of the most powerful mafia boss in the U.S as his assistant. You two have always had sexual tension and he is the hottest person you've ever met. You have the fattest crush on him but you never did anything about it but casually fli...
"Where the fuck were you? You were gone all night" "I was out" "answer my fucking question. I was worried sick about you!" "I was at a bar! Calm the fuck down" "Don't tell me to calm down! Last time you were out of my sight you got kidnapped" "I'm a big girl I can protect myself!" "That's not the fucking point y/n! I just don't want you to-" "to what hm? Go 'fucking crazy'?"
"What are you talking about?" "I heard you that night talking to Harrison, you kissed my sister! And you think I'm crazy, my boyfriend thinks I'm fucking insane" "I don't think your crazy!" "You said you did, don't fucking lie to me Tom"
"IM NOT LYING!" "I HEARD YOU! YOU KISSED MY SISTER!" "SHE KISSED ME!" "FUCK YOU!" "DONT FUCKING TALK TO ME LIKE THAT YOU BITCH" we went silent. We hadn't ever fought like this before. There was anger and tears in my eyes. I whispered "fuck you, fuck this" "So what are you just gonna leave!?" "I don't know, but I know that I don't wanna be anywhere near you" "So what are you saying? Is this over?" I said nothing.
With tears streaming down my eyes I started walking out the door with my stuff. He grabbed my arm and tried kissing me but I kept pushing him off. "Stop Tom. Stop it! STOP!" He let go of my arm and I said "Don't touch me. I don't want you to be with a fucking crazy person" I ran out the door, drunk, on the verge of crying and furious. I just walked to the nearest motel and checked out a room. A week passes and I'm still angry with Tom. But I decided not to be a sad little bitch and take this anger out for something good. I put this on:
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And I walked to the nearest club. It was 8pm and I was out dancing with a few friends. I had stored my gun in my purse and someone approached me and my friend. "Hello ladies, may I speak to you?" He pointed to me and I walked over to his vip area. "I'm Dylan, Dylan Frazier" "I'm y/n, nice to meet you Dylan" "you know I've heard of you before, didn't you used to be with Tom Holland?" My face went from smiling to annoyed, all anyone saw me as was toms ex. "Yeah, what about it?" "How did such a pretty girl end up here. And single?" "I walked through the walls"
I said sarcastically with a smile on my face. "Poof, but I'm uh not looking to date anyone." "You sure about that?" He started moving his hand towards my thigh and I said "meet me in the parking lot in ten" he grinned and I walked over to the bathroom. I fixed up my hair and my makeup and walked to the parking lot. He was already there, eager to get into my pants. "So we doing this at my place? Or yours sweetheart?" "Oh no we're doing this right here" "Ooo, you're a little slut aren't you?"
I gave a sarcastic laugh and taped his shoulder. He turned around and saw a black mask covering the lower half of my face. I pulled out my gun and said "You don't think I recognized you Dylan? I did some research while I was in the bathroom and you've done some pretty messed up shit" "so? You're not perfect either" "do you like to rape women Dylan?" "What are you talking about?" He started getting nervous. "My sister, Hannah y/l/n. That name sound familiar?" "I swear I thought she was my age! Please don't kill me because of her!"
"Oh I'm not killing you because of her, everyone has their baggage. And yours is all gone." "P-please, don't hurt me" "too bad, I don't have a soft spot for anyone" I shot him in the head and started walking off back to my car.
