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Mafia Mistress: Caught & Captured

Y/n pov

"Just fucking spit it out and we'll let you go!", she yelled at me and hit me across the face with the pistol again.

I was a spy for the police; just a little something I offered to do to keep me from serving my sentence for petty crimes I've committed in the past. And now I'm in grave trouble. I was supposed to find out who the most wanted Mafia in the world, "hell angels" as they call themselves, was going to steal from next. I mean, Don't they already have enough by now? The leader, Taylor Swift, has around 180 billion, sounds like well over enough to me. But to my despair, I was caught by one of the lousy guards who happened to see me just as I broke in, then threw me into a cell-like room. And now I'm being hit, yelled at, and threatened by Taylor Swift herself, all whilst bound tightly to a metal chair. I was definitely surprised that the boss of an international crime organization would even bother to show up to such a petty and unimportant event but I guess she just might of had nothing else to do. I couldn't deny that she was hot though; Tall, blonde, blue eyes, gorgeous = perfection in a way I haven't though of before.

"Look at me when I'm speaking to you!", she said in an irritated tone. That request was difficult to do in spite of my now blurry vision, probably from all the times she had hit me across the face. "Babygirl, all I want Is to know who sent you here. Who told you to do this?", she asked down to me, "nobody, like I said!", I lied once more being that I would be put in jail if I told her the police had sent me. I felt another hard hit on my cheek with that pistol of hers, "ow", I whimpered. "I wouldn't have to hit you, if you would only tell me who you work for. It's that simple, doll", she repeated. I could feel the blood spilling from my mouth and from my cut eyebrow, "what do you want? 1 million? 30?", she started, "I-I don't want money. Just let me go", I told her. "You're making this so difficult for me", she pounded her hand on the metal table next to me.

"Sorry..", I said, she just groaned. "How about I put a bullet in that pretty mouth of yours? Hm?", she threatened, "I'd die", I said. "Yeah no shi- ugh!!", she just rolled her eyes. She set her gun down to then place another slap on my cheek, "can I have a tissue?", I asked because the blood was practically pouring out of my mouth. She held her hand out to one of her nearly dressed guards who gave her a tissue, she then softly hooked her fingers under my chin to tilt it up.

She wiped away the blood that was on my lips and chin as well as the blood near my eye brow, "aw does this hurt?", she sarcastically asked me. A few guards chuckled making me feel humiliated, "Fuck you", I murmured. She pushed my hair behind my ear and looked me up and down, "language hun", she warned me.

"You're lucky you aren't dead right now, sweetheart. So, until you can fix yourself to tell me what I want to hear, you'll stay in here", she said and let go of me. "C'mon boys, I've got plenty more things to do than to hang out with the brat", she laughed and all of them walked out of the room. The night preceding was cold, dark, and uncomfortable. I was shivering and crying once I woke up, and I was even more unsettled about how I had no idea what time it was because my hands were tied behind me disabling me from checking my watch. Unexpectedly, the door opens and just Taylor walks in the room, no guards or anyone else. "Oh babygirl, don't cry", she ran up to me and knelt down next to me, then wipes my tears away with her sleeve. "I'm not actually gonna kill you, I promise", she said and rubbed my back up and down, "Okay", I responded plainly due to my current lack of coherent thoughts. She just giggled, "here-", she said and unhandcuffed me from the stiff chair. "See, I'm not as bad as you think I am, hun", she reminded me. "You wanna sleep for a bit in the guest room?", she asked me sweetly. "Why are you being nice to me?", I returned a question.

"Like I said, I'm not mean, I just have a tough exterior thats all, doll", she told me.