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[9.] Toy

{{DAMARA ROMANO}}

Sometimes I wonder how the fuck I got here. Maybe I've said this before but right now, as I'm standing in the middle of a dance club in a dress that shows off my ass a little too much, I ask myself. Why. The. Fuck. Am I here. It's been two weeks since the whole nightmare thing. They've stopped for said two weeks. But I know they'll only come back. And worse might I add. Vittorio and I have only been flirting more. And by flirting I mean he full on tells me he wants to fuck me.

Not like I'm complaining. He's not my friend or anything, so there is nothing that could end poorly after what we've been though in the past three months 'friends' is the least of my worries.

After tonight we will have the location of our enemy. The reason we're here in the first place. Atlas Black. Not sure why Vi has a grudge on him but, he killed my parents and gave me the scars on my face. He also stuck me in an assassin program where I was brutally beat and starved for days on end, he's the reason I'm a killer. He's also the reason I flinch when someone tried to touch me without me knowing. Vi is weird. He's a different case. It's like I feel safe around him so I don't feel the need to use my brain's stupid reflex.

Once I was in the office Vi was waiting for me. Looks like he's going home now we both agreed it would be easier if he finished his part and left so I could finish mine without being suspected.

"You're dressed like a slut, princess." He smirked at me. Well my body not really me.

"How else am I supposed to get some?" I scoffed and he growled under his breath. Protective much?

"Only I can think about you, got it? If anyone looks at you the wrong way I'll skin them alive while you watch." He grabbed my waist pulling me to him. I felt his hard-on through his pants. Oh god.

"Toy with me." I whispered in his ear.

"Your going to be the death of me Romano." He hissed, sending a shiver down my spine.

"That would be my pleasure, Sir." I said seductively.

"Jesus fuck." He mumbled as I walked away from him leaving him alone, and horny. I would be lying if I said I wasn't a little as well.

I walked downstairs and back into the club. All I needed from Vi was the flash drive. He slipped it into my cleavage when he pulled me into him. Smooth.

I sat down at a table and waited for our guest James hooked me up with someone who will give me information on Atlas in exchange for the flash drive. Something about a mystery solved leading me to believe it's a murder. Maybe it's on this dudes daughter that went missing a while ago? No clue. But that's my best guess.

A man sat across from me. He was wearing a black T-shirt and some grey sweatpants. Poor guy. I grabbed the flash drive and slid it across the table. He handed me a journal in return and we both split.

A journal? Mhm.

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I walked into the house to see Vittorio shirtless asleep on the couch. A weird funny feeling filled my stomach, and head, and throat.

And I'm going to vomit.

I sprint to the bathroom next to the kitchen and open the toilet lid. Before I can even process what's happening I spill my guts out.

Quite literally. Why am I vomiting? Oh I know. I just came to the conclusion of my feelings. Specifically the feelings for Vittorio. When I feel, feelings I get a little queasy.

I felt my hair lift off my shoulders as I threw up. He rubbed my back and I fell back against the bathtub.

"Pregnant?" He chuckled. I didn't laugh. I couldn't. "What's wrong?" He sat next to me.

"I can't have kids." I wiped my nose with my sleeve.

"Why, princess?" He asked and I placed my head on his shoulder.

"When I was pulled off the streets and placed in the program, I was there for what? Five years? I've been free for three years now. Anyway, when I was new, they strapped me to a chair and ran tests. Two of which were painful. Excruciating. I didn't know what was happening." I started.

"When I was fully healed I was trained. I still didn't know what they had done to me. I was in so much pain my entire body was aching. I remember how loud I screamed that day. A month passed. Then another. And I hadn't gotten my period. Then a year passed. And another. They finally told me, they had given me a hysterectomy, they do it to all the girls under there're 'care.' I didn't have any pain killers, and I was awake." I finished reciting the memory. 

"I think I actually passed out multiple times due to the pain. I don't really remember much other than the screaming." I murmured

"I'm sorry." He mumbled.

"The worst part, is I've always wanted to be a mom. Always. Now I'll never be one." I sniffled.

I stood up and brushed my teeth while he watched me. I was smiling internally. He was staring at me.

"Did you get what we needed to find Black?" He asked standing up.

"Yea, it's on the counter. Get this, it's a journal." I mumbled though the minty foam
I'm my mouth. That sounded wrong.