The Devil's Debt

Think

Isabella's POV:

We leave the house and we get in the car. On the way to the base, I sit in the passenger seat squirming under pressure. I'm so horny right now, I can't think.

I look over to him after a moment of tapping my foot in anxiousness.

He even looks hot when he driving *internally cries*.

God, I can't handle this.

"What's the matter?" he asks, looking from the road to me and down at my crossed legs.

"Nothing." I say quickly, looking in front of me.

"Alright." he says, smirking and looking off.

After he doesn't look back to try and figure out what's wrong with me, I huff in frustration.

"I'm horny, Ky." I finally admit.

"Horny?" he repeats, looking over at me with his eyebrow raised.

"Mhm." I hum, nodding my head. "And you need to do something about it." I demand.

"Need to.." he repeats again.

"Yes. Am I going to have to keep repeating myself?" I ask, frustratedly.

He looks at me and scoffs before laughing.

"What's funny about this? You can't just get me horny and not do something about it, Ky."

"Says who?"

"Says the girlfriend you're leaving horny and not doing anything about it."

"You're funny. I'm driving. You can wait." he says, brushing it off.

I scoff.

"Wait? How long?"

"Wait." he says sternly. "Anyway, you need a cleanse."

"A 'cleanse'. From what?"

"My dick. You miss it too much."

"Is that a joke? You tend to make very bad jokes and I think this is one of them." I say.

"No. It's not. I said what I said."

I scoff again.

"You've got to be kidding me." I say, slouching in my seat.

"Sit up. You'll get over it."

I ignore him as we finish the drive to the base.

When we get there, he walks in like he owns the place, which he obviously does, and a small, familliar woman, about my height joins Ky's side.

"Hey, buttercup. Nice to see you again." she says to me.

Now I know where I know her.

"Tink, hey." I say, smiling and shaking her hand.

"What happened here?" Ky asks, walking through, stopping to sign things and nodding to people who pass him.

"Two of our people got into a fight. One killed the other on accident."

"How can that be an accident?" I injerject.

"Accident or not, its murder against one's own mafia. That means death. You, better than anybody, know that." he says to Tink, stopping and fixing his tie.

He holds his hand out toward Tink, and she sighs and gives him a gun.

"Take care of it." she says as he walks off.

"What's he doing?" I ask, watching him analyze the gun in his hand.

"He's going to kill him."

"What? Really? Why isn't anyone scared for the guy?"

"They are. But they know he deserves it."

"But it was an accident. Supposedly." I say, pitying the guy.

"Doesn't matter. You kill one of your own, you die. The code. That's one line you don't cross."

"God. That's horrible. And he takes care of these things all the time?" I ask, continuing to walk with Tink.

"Yeah. He's really the only one allowed to, seeing as we can't kill our own people. He's the exception. He carries out the executions and no one dares to question him."

"What if they do?"

"It's never happened before. Everyone's too scared to." she says, shrugging.

"Oh." I say, nodding my head.

After a few hours, I'm sitting in a room with Tink by the door. Supposedly it's Ky's office. Suddenly there's a knock.

Tink looks back at me and raises an eyebrow.

"Talk!" she whispers.

"What? Why me?" I whisper back.

"This is your boyfriend's office! I can't invite someone into the boss's office! Nobody but him and his girl can!"

"Oh my god, the rules in this mafia are ridiculous."

"It's a form of respect." she says shrugging.

There's another knock, so I quickly walk to the door and I open it.

A respectfully handsome man stands there. He's tall and he has a little beard and a mustache on his upper lip. He's got brown hair and green eyes and a tattoo on his neck.

He looks down and me and gasps.

"Oh, I'm sorry Miss, I was looking for the boss." he says nervously.

I want to have some fun.

But Ky's gonna be sooo mad when he catches me. And maybe I'll get what I've been wanting all day...

"Oh, it's fine. He's not in yet." I say, smiling. "Come in. Tink, give us a second." I say, keeping my eyes on him as he smiles and walks in.

Tink raises her eyebrow and shakes her head. I signal for her to go, so she does, with a shrug.

"So uhm... what's your name and why exactly are you in the boss's office?" he says with a cute smile.

He's charming, but not my type. It's funny.

"Isa. And I'm just a friend." I reply.

"Friend. The boss doesn't have any friends. I think everybody knows that." he says, chuckling.

"He likes to keep me a secret." I say, shrugging as I sit on the desk.

He lingers at a distance and I laugh.

"Come closer, I don't bite." I say.

"I'm just.. you make me nervous. You're very beautiful, I can't hold myself together."

"Aww. You're cute when you're blushing. I like that you're honest."

"Well, it comes in handy with the boss. He doesn't like being lied to. Couple of my friends learned it the hard way."

"You have friends?"

"Is that supposed to be an insult, because it really felt that way from here, maybe I'm reading it wrong." he says, laughing, me joining in on it.

It's only then that I notice he's closer. He stands in front of my knees as I laugh, and when I look up, he's smiling down at me.

"What's your name?" I whisper.

"Ryan. I like your name, Isa, did I mention that?" he asks, looking into my eyes.

The air thickens and grows hot as he looks at me, and I break the eye contact, laughing awkwardly now.

"No. You didn't. But thanks. I like yours too."

"Hey, can I put my number in your phone? I wanna get to know you a little more."

"Uh.. yeah, sure."

I give him my phone and he puts it in and calls his phone to save my number in it. When he finishes, he looks down at me.

"I'll call you later, yeah?"

"Sure. Yeah."

Then he looks at his phone and back at me before turning around to be met by Ky's calm expression.