My mother made me believe in fairy tales.. She said that I was sweet, but born in a world of blood. In this twisted story no prince rescued me. I fell for the man I swore to despise. The one that calls me his beauty.
A mafia boss and his name was...
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"Please- please, don't kill me." Carl pleaded as he wiggled the chair, trying to escape. I gave him a subtle smirk, twisting the knife on my pointer finger with Arielle on my lap. She was wearing a low cut long sleeve shirt with dark jeans and thigh high heels. Her soft hair was down her back and she had her glasses on.
God- as if she couldn't get any sexier.
Arielle stood up with pout on her face. "Now, now, Carl. What did we say about whining? You're gonna tell us what Harry's father goons want with us." She said, looking him in the eyes.
He looks at her with droplets of sweat on his hairline. He was nervous. Good. Carl gulped thickly before answering her question.
"They wanna kill you after what you guys did to their leader."
Arielle smirked, turning her head to look at me over her shoulder, "you hear that, Mr. Styles?" She began, turning her attention back to Carl and backing away with the smirk planted on her face. I stood up from the chair and stood behind her.
"Your father's men are mad because you killed your father." She pouted at Carl then laughed. And walked over to him, squatting down to his eyes and staring deep into them.
"His father deserved it. After all the shit he put Harry through and maybe we could kill each and every one of you, before they get to us. We're too fast for them." I heard her whisper in his ear as she was starting to stand up slowly, putting a knife through his stomach and pulling it out, walking back to me, watching him slowly bleed out.
I met her half way, wrapping my arms around her from behind, brushing her hair to the side, whispering in her ear, "I can't believe I'm going to marry the sexiest woman alive. What's the plan, lovie?" I kissed her neck softly, immediately finding her sweet spot on the side of her neck.
Arielle leaned into my touch, letting out a soft moan. "We find the other guys, let them play a car and mouse game with us, until we're ready to destroy them all. We're always a team, Mr Styles." She explains to me, as I roamed my hands all over her body, letting my touch be stuck in her memory forever. I kissed back up to her ear, "we always will be a team, future Mrs Styles."
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