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Fiorella

The man's head was hanging by a thin sheet of skin. Blood was gushing out of his open throat and his eyes almost bulged out of his head. But that would have been unnecessary as a knife was wedged deep in his stomach.

I knew what I was supposed to do. Keep my head down, and not make a single noise. I could see three huge figures looming around the man who was becoming more and more dead as the seconds were passing by.

They knew that I knew. They always did.

But the one who was standing in the middle of it all, the one who created this chaos and was relishing in it, he was the one who was making me breathless.

I knew the rules. I worked in Bella Rose, the small restaurant where mostly elderly people came to eat, for a few months now. The rules were drilled into us, we knew what to do. It was not even the first time I had seen this. A man gunned down, another stabbed, while some other decapitated and on fortunate occasions like this both stabbed and decapitated. He must have fucked up a lot.

Keep my head down and not make a single noise.

So bloody simple.

But maybe it was the slight mist in the wind or the blood on the street or perhaps I was truly that stupid but my head tilted upwards.

And then my eyes locked upon his. So green. So dark.

And that was when I knew.

I sealed my fate.

I didn't even get a chance to react before the three huge figures became a part of my reality. Three pairs of hands suddenly grabbed me and I was no longer on the ground but dragged to the man whose eyes I had just met.

The night had never been this dark before nor had the air been this cold.

"What did you see?" His voice was gruff. It took me a minute to answer him. His voice caught me off guard. He caught me off guard. The icy moonlight shone on his face, he had a nine o'clock shadow on his face, so rough. Just like his hands as they firmly gripped my chin. "When I ask you something, I expect an answer. You understand, stellina?"

"I won't tell anyone." I knew the words were wrong as soon as I said them. The answer was nothing. I saw nothing.

"And what you won't tell?" His voice trudged to a dangerous territory as his grip on my chin became stronger.

"That you stabbed a man and decapitated him." I really was out of my mind.

And that was definitely the wrong thing to say as I felt the barrel of a gun just beside my head. I really did not want to die today. Not when I was hungry and cold after a tight shift.

But the man in front of me had different plans. His hands left my chin and held up to stop the man behind me. "Don't, Russo."

Russo put down the gun but the men still surrounded me like a hawk. But the ones whose intensity was making me squirm was the one whose hands were still wine-red with the blood of the dead man. "You are... interesting. Put her in the car."

"What?" The men were already dragging me to the black car parked around the corner. "No, no, I won't say anything. I promise."

But clearly, my pleadings were not doing their work because the man just stared me down and smirked. "Your promise means absolute shit to me."

"You are a fucking dick." I spat out, again, not a smart thing to say when you were this close to death.

But the man only chuckled darkly. "Is that the worse you can do? I have heard so much worse." He whispered the last words at the edge of my ears and a shiver passed down my spine.

"You can't do this to me," I said as I struggled to get away from the men's right grip on me.

"But that's the thing stellina, I can. And I definitely will."

Author's note:-

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