The next moment he broke the staring contest, picked me up on his shoulders "What the fuck are you doing ?" I screamed before he threw me on the bed and ripped my shirt apart exposing my bra " I can't fucking resist you" he whispered brushing his li...
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"I'm killing him"
"Wait no...I will show him what worse the world can offer" a touch on my phone and I heard a loud thunder. Trees moving crazily in air's direction, causing a freezing chill in atmosphere, the normal and silent road's filled with sound of rain drops falling on the car glasses being wiped aggressively and some sliding through the tree leafs. Lightening striked the earth somewhere causing dazzling flash and making everything visible for a second , But it all became invisible in other and I continued to move the steering , clinching my cold palm and all red fingers on it, no not from blood, but from the ink which fell on my hands while writing calligraphy. I do it, i like words and the way human can convey their thoughts without even a sound, although the stains of blood are rather more peaceful to me, what can match the taste of revenge, right ? The bubble formation on the watery ways shows clear indication of the disastrous rain it's going to be. Thumping continued on the car's roof, as I drived.
I pressed the break quickly in perilous way, in front of the villa, a really royal villa, although the walls turned dull and the bars of iron gate got rusted with time but it still seems to be like those stories people get excited to listen to, with few old neighbours, barely bothered about what's going on in surrounding, mainly busy in love and being nostalgic, what else can be a mafia quarter . I opened the door of the black Bugatti....a thunder again...and my black umbrella protected the well maintained and ironed dark black suit from every drop of water, it was only my shoe getting wet. My steps on water could be heard from a distance. Moving quickly to the door steps I heard the voice....Liam...there's nothing in this business that liam can't handle but sometimes he calls me...rarely ...and this time is one of those rare cases, it's about an italian mafia group.
My footsteps on the stairs caused some sound which distracted him that he diverted his attention from his phone to me, black track suit, black-brownish messed hairs, frustrated cute face and a charming smile so similar to mine, he's my brother after all. One man with his face covered , tied in front of him and he's chillin on his phone, thats my Liam ! Although he have changed alot because of the accident. But still he's getting along so well, like he never left.
"I was talking about him , he's not mute , " he pointed at the chair I was already starring at. A gaunt man tightly tied up to the wooden chair,face still as if he is staring through the opaque clothe and trying to get out of the rope's grips with energatic tries. "An italian mafia group, whole group, we destroyed them and cought all the members, but this one is not saying a single word ,dude, we tried alot "
" Pass me the knife" I moved towards the chair taking loud footsteps as Liam stared at me with amusement."What ?" Not the trauma again, no ! "Atleast just have a try without weapon" he calmly keeps his point, Liam everybody ! "What else were you doing since this long ? Baby brother, it was just the 'try without weapon' which didn't work" I said it in a good yet mocking way which made Liam to pass the knife, he rolls his eyes and holds back the reply as I proceeded in business. The water on my shoe got soaked by the red, oak leaf printed carpet on the ground.
