𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐌𝐚𝐟𝐢𝐚'𝐬 𝐏𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐬𝐬

𝘊𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘛𝘸𝘰

September 15th, 2022

I was in my room, thinking about one thing all afternoon. I have to go out, one more time. Partying is essential to me and my father can't just end it like that.

One more night won't hurt. One more night to be free. One more night to get to live.

So, I text a friend and get out of my bed. I peek out the door to see that Syra was gone. I silently cheered in victory and went to my closet, throwing on something sexy and classy.

The dress I'm wearing is black with a slit right below the valley of my chest, I slip on a pair of thigh-high black leather boots and clip in some earrings. While pulling my hair up into a slick back ponytail, my friend texts me, telling me he'll be waiting.

Is he really my "friend"?

No, he's a guy I slept with about three days ago. But he's the only person I could get ahold of... and that man knows how to party.

I do my makeup quickly and walk out of my room quietly, sneaking downstairs. and grabbing my motorcycle keys. So far, so good.

Strolling out of the house, I have no worries until suddenly...

"Where do you think you're going?" Syra asked with a small chuckle as she came out from wherever the fuck she was.

"None of your business." I rolled my eyes, continuing to walk to my motorcycle.

Then I felt Syra's hand on my wrist, grabbing me. It wasn't rough, it was gentle. This woman...

"Malakai," My name slipped off her tongue in ways that made my body heat up, "You are my business actually, so I'm not gonna ask again. Where are you going?"

I sighed, "If you were any other person, I would've slit your throat. But I pity you because we fucked and I enjoyed it." I say with a smirk on my face.

"You?- slit my throat?" Syra chuckled and rolled her eyes.

I raised my hand quickly to slap her, but she caught my arm. I groaned, "You make my life difficult." I muttered before pulling her hair and pushing her off of me.

I made a run for my motorcycle, Syra chasing after me. I flipped her off as I quickly drove off.

"Fuck- Malakai!" She yelled.

Success.

Fucking with Syra is already my second favorite thing to do..fucking her is the first.

When I hear the sound of her car starting up behind me, I drive faster.

I think I've lost her by now. That was easy.

I pull up to the club not long after that little chase with Syra, God I love my motorcycle. Her name is Artemis, um anyways...

The guy is still texting me, telling me that he would be by the bar. He's hot but I never understand what he's saying, he's French. I've learned that from translating his messages.

Walking through the sweaty crowd of people, I finally get to the bar. "Julien! Bonjour." I smiled, sitting on the stool next to him. "Bonjour Kai, comment vas-tu?" He asked. "Um..." I just gave him a thumbs-up.

"I bought you a drink." He said in probably the best English he could. "Oh," I muttered, watching him slide a drink towards me.

Syra would be going on a rant right now but I'm not stupid. I'm not drinking that shit.

"Thanks, but I was just thinking that we could.."

Are you gonna judge me for this?

Whatever.

So I'll give you the sum up of the next thirty minutes.

Me and Julien went fucked, in the bathroom, and... Syra sort of walked in on us, thankfully she didn't see anything besides me pulling my dress off

Then like I had to stop or whatever and Syra was all like "What the fuck! Malakai! Blah blah blah."

And then Julien was all like, "Who the fuck are you." But it was super funny because of his accent.

"Oui oui whatever, your dick was little. Get out." I muttered as I cleaned myself up. "The fuck are you looking at?" I rolled my eyes at some bitch who was staring.

I walked over to the sink to wash my hands.

Syra stared at me through the mirror, I think I've really done it this time.

"Do you know how dangerous that is? You can't just go around, fucking anyone you want. He could've killed you." She lectured me, which I get enough of that from my father.

I dried my hands off, "I do it all the time, not dead yet."

"Be serious for a second Malakai, having a conversation with you is like having one with a child."

"Syra, you don't even know me." I threw away the paper towel. "Yet I already understand how you are. You only care about yourself." She shook her head.

"Oh is that what's happening here? Are you jealous?" I chuckled a little. "Jealous of that? No. It's just that, he's not exactly an ally." Syra sighed, pulling out her gun and pointing it at the door. She shot through it about four times. "Syra! What the fuck!?"

I watched her walk over and open the door, "See?"

It was Julien on the ground with a gun in his hand. Well, um. I knew that duh...

"Let's go, now. It's not safe here." Syra told me and I finally gave up, only because I didn't want to die. I pulled out my gun, walked out of the bathroom, and cautiously stepped over the dead body.

I heard a gunshot, the sound rang out, painfully piercing my ears. I thought, I really thought it was Syra. I wish it was Syra but it wasn't. A guy was standing somewhere in the crowd, I got a glimpse of him.

I feel kinda dizzy and my body is burning. I let out a soft laugh, I think I may be hallucinating. I let my eyes fall down to my stomach where there is red stuff coming out of me. "Hey-" I tried to get Syra's attention but my voice seemed so small.

Instead, I reached my bloody hand out, grabbing her shoulder. She turned around, her eyes widening when she saw me. "Okay, okay. Malakai, you're gonna be okay." She shot at a few more of the men before getting me back into the bathroom.

I was laying on the floor, "This is so disgusting- I don't wanna die like this." I barely whispered, wincing as Syra put pressure on the wound.

"I've got back up coming, just hold on Kai. Take deep breaths." Syra tried to comfort me.

"Hey- hey, Malakai stay with me."

Her voice started to slowly fade and suddenly, I wasn't there.
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Wrote this in literally one morning so enjoy! <3