THE MAFIA'S EXECUTIONER [√Complete]

VII

[JENNIE]

"You want me to help you do what?" I asked with shaky hands as I zipped up my skirt and grabbed my black blazer. It felt so foreign, wearing my uniform like everything was normal, like I couldn't still smell the blood on Lisa. It had magically been dropped off at the house an hour ago, along with all the things I needed to get ready in the morning, like a creepy miracle. Huh, mafia.

I looked up, Lisa was staring down at me with something in her eyes, I realized I'd seen ever since the first day we met.

Guilt and want, all tangled together in one tantalizing package that I'd taken, opened, consumed, and damned myself with.

"Jennie." He ran a hand down my shoulder, and then pulled me into his embrace, lowering her head, she kissed me softly, I moaned in response, because even though there was blood on her hands, she still had the ability to make me want her, even though every single part of me knew that this girl kissing me, would rather kill me herself than let anyone else do it.

Even though I knew that damning truth.

I still kissed her back.

Her eyes were dark when she pulled away; they stared right through me, so intense I wanted to shy away; instead, I met her gaze. "Jen, I'm not asking a lot, it will be easy, besides... the alternative isn't exactly my favorite option."

"The alternative meaning you get to go on a killing spree?" The words flew out of my mouth, she flinched as each seemed to launch themselves at her impenetrable armor. "I'm sorry."

"Don't be. Especially when it's true."

I sucked in a sharp breath. "School's not going to be the same, is it?"

Her eyes flashed, and then she was looking away. "No."

That was all I got.

Minutes later, I understood exactly what she was saying.

We had pulled up to Alston University, and everything had changed, even the way the air felt against my face.

Rosé went first; her thigh-high black boots were so tall that I had a hard time thinking about walking in them, she stood in front of the black Maserati and crossed her arms.

Rosé wore a leather jacket over her white shirt, her skirt was indecently short. Red leather gloves were tight around her hands, sunglasses were perched perfectly on her nose. Her black lipstick against her perfectly white straight teeth looked so intimidating that even though she'd always been nice to me, I was suddenly petrified.

Next was Zion, arms crossed, looking too bright, like a freaking supermodel's golden halo. And like slow motion, Lisa moved to the right and held out her hand to me.

Me.

Wait.

I looked at her hand.

Then I looked back up at the two of them. Rosé nodded slowly while Zion looked away like he wanted nothing to do with it.

Slow motion, it was all slow motion, just like drinking poison and knowing it's going to kill you as it slides quickly down your throat, your life flashes before your eyes, you tell yourself you'll fight, you'll scream. You tell yourself that you're different.

And then the poison hits.

And you realize, you're just like them.

I took Lisa's hand, noticing the cuts on both of us that bonded us together right along with the sickness in my chest that said I couldn't survive without her.

And just like that, the rest of the cars pulled up.

And one by one, all of the her cousins got out.

All wearing black.

Maybe because this was like their funeral.

Maybe because it was everyone else's.

I swallowed the lump of fear in my throat as the most beautiful and lethal people in the known world walked right up behind us, fully armed, and looked down at their kingdom. Evil grins on their faces like they couldn't wait to bring on suffering and destruction.

And I had to wonder, is this what their parents had in mind when they had kids? To make carbon copies of themselves? Or to create better lives for them?

All I knew was that the devil descended on Alston that day.

And I held her hand.

"What happens next?" I asked in a hollow voice.

Rosé was the first to answer, she turned to me, handed me a pair of Gucci sunglasses, and said. "Whatever the hell we want."

"Yours to command," Zion said with a smirk like he was going to bow to a queen, and maybe, he was.

"After you." Lisa put a hand on her shoulder.

And I watched the princess begin her reign of terror as she walked ahead of everyone down a line of gawking students to take her place in history.