-Lisa-
"Hey, can we talk?" Jennie said with a cold face.
"Hey, yeah. Wassup?"
"I- I'm in the mafia and i just broke omerta to tell you." She said sarcastically.
I hummed.
"I'm an ex-soldier."
"I'm not joking." I looked at her and saw that her eyes were stone cold and show no sign of emotion.
"Wait-" I took a step back and grabbed onto the knife.
"I-I have t-to go." I stuttered.
"Where are you going?"
"Uh o-out."
I raised her brow, and walked pass her shakily.
I have to leave, she will kill me.
"Not so fast." I felt a cold metal against my temple and froze. I slowly looked at her, and and felt the metal now against my mouth.
A gun...
"W-"
"Do you think I'm going to hurt you, Lisa?"
"I mean, there's a gun pressed to my face."
"Do you trust me?"
I nodded.
"Do you really?" Jennie chuckled, "You were just about to run away."
"I-I-"
Jennie just rolled her eyes.
"J-just p-pull the tr-trigger."
"You're making this this really hard."
"There are two things i can make hard. THAT and the decision to kill me. So which?" i smirked and stepped closer.
I watched her face morphed to a shock one.
I took the gun and opened the part where bullets are and emptied it. I let the bullets fall to the ground and then dropped the gun.
Things moved quicker than I could process, because the next thing I know, our lips were connected and she was gripping my throat.
I moaned into her mouth and wrapped my arms around her neck and jumped up on her waist.
Jennie placed her hand on my butt and walked us to the island and made me sit down. With her fingers still wrapped around my throat and kissed down my neck. I leaned back, giving her more access to my neck, as she left love marks on my neck.
"Be mine, Lisa."
"I thought I was already yours?" I breathed.
"Not officially." She licked my neck and I let out a moan.
"Mmm, are you asking me out?"
"I don't do dates."
I laughed and held her head as she settled down on my breasts.
"There'll be change to that."
"Nope. Dates are stupid. If taking you out on a date needs to prove my love for you then you won't get that."
"Why don't you like to go on dates?"
"No reason in specific. I just find it stupid, because if date shows love, then what am i for? To show you money?"
"That didn't make sense."
"I know what i mean. You don't."
"Whatever. So we're official?"
"Did I ask you to be my girlfriend?"
"You on of a bi-"
"I'm just joking." She laughs, "and yes, we're official."
