Mafia Princess

chapter. 16

Bred's pov.

Am downing my third bottle of whiskey and Fred slaps the bottle off my hands and I raise my eyes Gazing on him through my eyelashes anger boiling in me.

“you want some beating don't you? ” I hiss.

“well, if that is what you need to get you to stop drinking like a sailor, then bring it on brother. ” fred says placing his glass of whiskey on the bar counter.

The music at the background is a little faded and the alcohol in my system is taking it's course.

I try throwing a punch at him but my hand is too heavy to raise and Fred laughs lightly reaching to help me get up. “we need to get you out if here. ”

“nnnoo am not dd..done drinking my sorrows away. Let me be. ” I say Hickcupping after every word.

Well the drinks are taking a toll on me and am feeling exactly what I wanted to feel; numb and my thoughts cloudy.

Pushing Fred away I flop back in the bar stool downing his whiskey, “one more. ” I tell the lady at the back of the counter and before she reaches for it Fred with his intimidating look as always stops her.

“Don't.. Or you'll pay for the drink yourself. ” hearing that the bar attender stops pouring me the whiskey and turns to serve other people.

“what the fuck are you fuckers looking at? ” I yell at the two guys next to us that have been staring at us for a while now. “huh.”

They don't say a word instead they keep sipping their drinks like I said nothing.

“stupid cowards. ” I say and they stand up walking towards me.

“you really need to stop talking mehn. ” Fred whispers to my ear and I push him away.

“you want a fight? ” I yell and the whole bar goes quiet.

“br.... ” before I finish what am saying a first punch lands on my jaw sending me reeling back and Fred moves away with his drink.

I try throwing a punch but I can't even look at the guy's face clearly. Suddenly another punch falls on the other side of my face and I feel a taste of blood in my mouth.

The surprising part is the part where I don't feel any pain.

Am I dead?

I hope I am.

I manage to throw a punch this time but it lands on someone's palm and they push me to the ground.

Everything is shifting and I can't get myself off the ground. I try getting to my knees and eventually to my feet but am kicked on the stomach and I fall back on the ground.

Whoever is doing this is really enjoying this since he keeps kicking and kicking until he receives a blow in the head.

“that is my friend you fuck. ” Fred hawls after knocking him and the other guy down.

“took you long enough. ” I say to him trying again to get myself on my feet but to no avail.

“you needed a good beating and they did just that. ” he smirks. “you're going to wake up with some good pain in every muscle of yours you know. ” he says pulling me to my feet and placing my left arm around his shoulder.

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Rob's pov.

It's been ten hours since my talk with Bred and the pain in my heart is still fresh as hell.

It's midnight yet I can't bring myself to sleep, I keep lying on my bed draining my pillow with tears.

I shouldn't have done that. I shouldn't have chosen to let him go. I don't think I can survive without him in this stupid mafia world.