𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐘 𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐋𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆

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A/N: religious talk. We all have our opinions on what we think is real and fake. just don't get mad or anything.

▄︻デᴋᴀᴛʜᴇʀɪɴᴇ ══━一

WHEN SNE walked down she looked sad, like she had been crying.

Just stop your cryin it's the sign of the times, I need help. "Are you hungry?" I asked her, she didn't move only sat down. I sighed, I should give her a moment. I killed her husband a only a few hours ago. Naomi grabbed my waist and sat me down on her lap. I grabbed the fork and started eating the food.

Naomi hummed. "You always make good food." She mumbled in my ear, I smirked and nodded, looking at my mom who was still sitting still. I groaned. "Listen, eat something. I did a good thing. You would've been dead as well if you hadn't told me he was the one who called her." I shrugged and she huffed and rolled her eyes. But she still didn't utter a word. "Let her be baby. Give her time, not everyone gets over murder like us." Naomi whispered in my ear. I sighed but nodded.

She held my thigh as we both ate, later on mom went back up to her room. I guess I get where she's coming from, I murdered her husband and made her live with me. So I guess I'm wrong for that, but in my defense...wait I don't care. Naomi and I were lying in bed, watching tv. "Do you think she will warm up to me again?" I asked her, playing with her hair.

"Maybe. Possibly. She's just processing it. Angus ignored me for weeks when I shot his first boyfriend. But he forgave me cause he loves me." She shrugged, I hummed and nodded, pecked her cheek. "Want to do something fun?" I asked, climbing on top of her. She smirked and tilted her head. "What?" She asked. "You letting me dominate you." I whispered, she raised an eyebrow and shook her head. "Nope. Never." She said.

I pouted. "Why not?" I whined, asking. "Because I'm a top for a reason doll." She chuckled, shaking her head. "But just this once! I promise I won't ask anymore." I whined, I began to kiss her neck. She grabbed my waist. "No baby. I dominate you." She said to me, I pouted and got off her, rolling my eyes. "Meanie."

She just pecked my cheek and chuckled. "Stupid chuckling." I muttered, she laughed at me again. "Baby, I don't know why you're so upset." She said, I ignored her, watching the tv. She picked out this show in Russian, I've got no clue what's it about. But it's good I guess, I don't know what they are talking about. "How about this, once your mom starts talking to me is when you can." She offered, I hugged and rolled my eyes. She knows that's gonna take a long ass time.

What a rude bitch. Cancel her. Naomi Scott, canceled. I got up and walked out the room. I heard her say my name behind me, but I just ignored her once more. I know I'm being unreasonable to get mad and ignore her, but in my opinion she was a big meanie. I walked into her office and locked it behind me. I grabbed my book and sat in her chair. I decided to read some of the past things I had written years ago. I quit writing because I wasn't focused on my diary, I was focused on helping my parents. And it took a toll on me.

Dear diary,

It's been so hard on me lately, I've been helping my parents get money. I work two jobs right now. Mom works two, and so does dad. Though people barely want me because I have no degree, and I am not in college which makes it two times harder. As a joke, my friend told me I should get a sugar mommy or daddy. Though I don't think she's joking anymore, I would honestly have to agree with her.

I do hope someday we stop being like this and I can live on my own. I want to be independent, I don't want to keep living with them because I have to help them. if there is a god, please do help me.

I hadn't gone to church in years, because I haven't had anything worthy to help me. My parents go every single Sunday. And I am just losing the hope, I just need a sign, and help. So please help us.

love, Katherine.

I sighed. I got a sugar mommy, I'm so funny. That was a dark time for me, I just didn't feel good about myself. Having to raise money for your parents everyday because your fathers excuse was "We made you." Was hard. And I went through it almost every day. It was frustrating. It was tiring. My mom always kept her mouth shut when that man would guilt trip me, and I just let it happened because I was sick of it.

I closed the book and looked through the drawers, I found another book. And I began to read it, though it looked like I shouldn't be doing it. Because it was Naomi's. Of her own words. Just like a diary.

this is NOT a diary.

I, Naomi Scott, am sick of the lying, the crying, the blood, the pain, and women. I was brought into this lifestyle at a young age, I didn't know what I got myself into. Family died left to right, the only true family I have is Angus and sometimes he hates me. Matt isn't my blood but he's my brother. Though he's shagging my actual brother, I don't think I should say he's my brother.

They think I don't know. But I'm in a mafia. I'm the boss. I notice everything. And I know Katherine knows as well. She notices everything. Which is why she's perfect for me. She wants what I want. Everything. I know this woman has the key to my heart. I'm glad her pathetic family gave her to me.

And I'm glad she is how I wanted her to be. Because she makes my lifestyle 100% better. I can't wait for her to be by my side when we watch this whole world bow under my command. She's a queen and I'll treat her like one. Though I knew who she was even before I met her family, she is honestly my queen.

Naomi.

What? She knew me? Way before?- The banging on the door said everything. "Open the door." Naomi said. But I didn't listen, and I turned the page backwards more and more. Until I saw my name.

Katherine Davis.

Poor Katherine. She's been helping her family since she was about 16. Imagine that. She's beautiful though. Perfect for me. I want to help her. Though she probably would be scared of me. Who wouldn't? She looked pretty while she was walking to her job, it sounds creepy. Ive known about her since Angus pointed at her, he wanted to set me up with her.

lucky for him, I plan on taking her from her family. Her family was stupid enough, was poor enough, to sell her off to me. But hey, I get what I want. And they know, if I don't get that beautiful woman, all hell will break loose for them.

Naomi Scott.

I gasped and put the book back in the drawer. I stood up, and slowly walked to the door. "Why should I open it?" I asked her, she sighed and banged on the door once more. "Open the door baby." She said again, and I unlocked the door, slowly opening it. "Why are you in here?" She asked.

"Oh I like coming here and looking at the books." I lied, smiling through my teeth. She looked behind me and shook her head. "You're lying to me." She said, and asked me again. "Why are you in here?" She asked once more, softly grabbing my jaw. But the tears welled up in my eyes. "You're a liar." I said harshly and moved out her grip.

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AYO. I passed most of my exams. Lmao. Maybe like three out of seven. Kinda bad. But oh well. I don't really care. Which is bad.

Anyway, comment and vote!

Love you all!

Peace!
~Zee