Tears blinded my view. The autumn air howled causing a few strands of my hair to cover my face. The pain in my blood covered knee was unignorable now. I felt the tears flow down my cheek. I could hear a whistle from the police man following me. A fe...
The next day, I took Maya with me so we could go wedding dress shopping. I wore 10 dresses, before nullifying the final 2:
The first one:
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The second one:
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I came out wearing the second one again, but this time, a spot of dark grey was formed on the sweetheart neckline. "Sofia..." Maya spoke as she lifted my chin up, to wipe the tears, "look at me, it's your wedding in 6 days, don't look so gloomy." She tried cheering me up, but failed. "How can I not Maya?" I asked, my voice breaking, "his mother shot my mother, he knew everything, but didn't tell me.... how can I not?" I asked once again. She hugged me, as we both sat on the couch crying. We purchased the dress and the veil, bought heels, make up, and some accessories to bring the outfit together.
4 days had passed, as the house was getting ready for the wedding, I was watching a clip that Jake had sent to me. "Sof," Diego rushed to my room quickly, "we need to interrogate a prisoner, can you please come?" I groaned, as I threw of the blanket that covered my legs from the cold.
I leaned next to the door, "talk?"
"I will never talk!" He said with bile
⚠ a little blood shed! You have been warned!⚠
I smirked, and picked up my knifes, "wrong answer!" I threw a knife at him, which went through his left ear, and into the wall behind him. He screamed, which sounded like music to my ears. What happened to me? What changed? I really didn't have an answer to that. Blood poured down his shoulder to his shirt, and down to his pant. "Still won't talk?" The man shook his head 'no' multiple of times, before screaming again, as I put my other knife in his hand. "Who send you?" I gripped his face harshly, tugged his face towards me, and made him look me in the eye. His was fearful. "Don't let this beautiful face get ruined....I'll make this less painful, if you just talk!" I said in a hushed tone, wow I was good at acting! "I'll tell you all you want to know!" I smirked victoriously. "What's your name, and who send you?"
"My name is Luka, and the leader of the American Mafia, James, sent me..." he whispered, nearly in a hushed tone. "Well Luka... why did he send you here, what did you want from us?"
"Not 'us'" he replied, "he wants you... he said to either kill you, or bring you captive!"
I smirked... "Luka, tell your boss, that he will never get me, and if I see anyone of his members, down here ever again," I said in a deadly and cold tone, "I'll have to send a parcel back home!" He nodded, but that was cut short. I put a few cuts on his face, that bled a lot, and sliced his neck. His screams were filled in the entire house, and I'm pretty sure, it could be heard from a 20 mile radius. I kept going, until he suffered and slowly, died agonizingly.
"Cut his head, and parcel it to James, or whatever his name was. Make sure to show all the marks, and take out his eyes. Also, let the head rot for a little while, and then parcel it to the American Mafia!" I said to the guards who were standing outside the doors.
I passed Marco and Diego, who were standing with their arms across their chest, who had shock and fear plastered all over their faces. I put my index and middle finger together, while folding the others. I put those two fingers near my forehead, and removed them as quickly and spoke in a cold voice, "until next time boys!"
All the guards had to listen to me, since Abuela put me in charge of the security system, and the security team. That included Marcus and Diego. I loved being in charge, it made everybody fear me, and I loved that!
