A Mafia Boss Just Barged Into My Humble Abode

Chapter Two

"Frozen? Really?" I gaped at the handsome man in front of me.

My eyes grew wide as I assessed the situation. Okay, three injured men just forced themselves into my home.

'Lovely.' My subconscious spoke. Stop being sarcastic brain and think! I currently have a pellet gun in my room. It might be fake but it looks real. Now, how do I get there?

A few moments past and we just stayed where we were, too scared/shocked to move. 'Screw it!' My other self yelled. Immediately, I took the duvet, threw it at them, and took off running to my room.

I entered my room and scrambled for my phone and gun. The door swung open and I pointed the guns barrel at a man that had chocolate brown eyes. I turned my phone on, my fingers hovering the keys.

"Don't. Move." I hissed as he inched forward. My heart started to beat erratically. I bit my lip as I tried to calm it down. Adrenaline pumped through my veins as I held the fake gun. Please don't notice.

"Put your hands up." I said as calmly as I could. I just prayed that it wouldn't show on my face. "What do you want?" I asked as I dialed 911, my thumb hovering over the call button.

"Now, now." He chuckled, raising both his hands up. "Don't do anything rash. We just need some... Help." I furrowed my brows in confusion and relaxed my stance.

Just as I relaxed my stance, he hurdled himself towards me and in seconds a barrel was pointed towards me. Shit. I raised both my hands up but then furrowed my brows. Oh right, it's just a pellet gun.

I smirked and kicked his family jewels. I ran out the room as I heard him groan in pain. "I'm sorry!" I genuinely yelled back. I headed to the kitchen and grabbed a pan as I heard footsteps coming closer.

I pointed the deadly weapon at him just as he entered the kitchen. "Don't come any closer." I hissed, and he laughed. He just frikin' laughed. I froze and gaped at him.

He aimed my gun at me after his laughing fit. "Do you really think that that'll help you against a gun?" He chuckled and I shrugged. I stifled a laugh as he inched closer. He still thinks that it's real. "Now, put the pan down."

"Yeah," I trailed off, "about that." I pursed my lips and pondered for a moment. "No thank you." I swung the pan to his head as he furrowed his brows. He dropped head first onto the floor. I was heaving for a moment, my heart pounding in my chest. I actually did it. I chuckled and grabbed the gun.

"Drop the gun." I heard a gun cock and I visibly gulped.

'There are three of them, dipshit.' My brain said sarcastically. Shit. Being sarcastic isn't really helping brain. I glanced to my left and spotted the two men at the entrance of the kitchen. I clenched my teeth and slowly placed the gun down. I raised both my hands up, carefully eyeing the weapon in front of me.

"Now, kick it to me." I did as I was told and the unarmed man that had green eyes reached down to pick it up. I stared at the man's blue orbs, my palms sweating like crazy.

"Boss," the green eyed man called, "it's a pellet gun." I laughed nervously as the blue eyed man - the boss - arched a brow. He shook his head and murmured something under his breath. Maybe I can...

His attention went back to me just as I successfully crawled up on the counter. "Uh... Hi?" My voice went up an octave as I froze. An amused smirk plastered itself on his face.

"Get down from there, mio caro." he chuckled, his voice sending shivers down my back.

"W-what do you want." I stuttered.

'Great, you start stuttering now.' I mentally rolled my eyes at my subconscious. Really? Really!? As if you haven't noticed he looks like a frikin' Calvin Klein model; and well, a frikin' gun is aimed at my head!

'Of course, I've noticed! I'm you, remember?' My head hissed. I glared at the counter top as my left eye twitched. Oh you're such a great help brain!

"Hello? Anyone in there?" My glare directed itself to the handsome model in front of me. He blinked for a moment before going back to his arrogant state.

"As I was saying. I'm here to make a proposal."

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