BELLA- A MAFIA ROMANCE

Dissociation.

Aaliyah Stepanov-

Just hearing the words flow out of his mouth like prayers made me feel like a child at Christmas opening a new present. As much as I wished that I could hurt him, there wasn't time for that currently.

I grabbed my champagne glass in hand and smashed the end of it against the table before I leaped ontop of it and didn't hesitate to reach as close as possible and stab it into the neck of the Americans third in command.

My ears craved the sound of his blood filled gurgles bouncing off the walls, as angelic as a Ludwig van Beethoven tune.

By the time I had killed the third in command, the second in command was quickly making his way towards me, attempting to grab me by my legs. I didn't hesitate in rolling along the long table and towards him as I threw myself onto the man's shoulders, squeezing at his throat tightly with my thighs.

I wanted this man to suffer, more than the don. How dare this weak second in command believe that he could fuck me? And against my will? I'd rather become a nun than be anywhere near his chode. I wanted him to suffer.

I placed my hand on both side of his head and applied abit of pressure with both my palms and my thighs, I wanted him out cold. But not dead. I had further plans for him.

My wish was granted when the weight of gravity tilted and I could feel his body dropping, I jumped off back towards the table and stood close to the surface of it along with one hand resting on the table and one slightly midair, ready for anything.

A firm bullet whizzed past my head and at this moment I wasted no time in jumping off of the table and flipping it over to block any remaining bullets, a chair next to me.

I'd be stupid to race towards a gun and I only had a split decision to make a choice. Thinking of choices, where did Bianchi run off too?

I didn't have another second to think, all I heard was steps. I had to act, and fast.

I threw the chair to the opening of the right and of course the stupid American decided to shoot at the chair since he was that on edge. Who names there child Chad? And furthermore, who raised such a pussy?

The second that he shot at the chair i quickly exited from the left side, using the knife that I grabbed from my thigh and throwing it straight into his jugular. The weapon dropped from his hands and I quickly approached him, kicking him to his knees before placing my hands on either side of his head and pushing my thumbs into his eyes. Watching them pop along with the flow of blood splattering onto my skin.

His head tilted back and he dropped to the floor, the flow of blood staining the Creme carpets. I leaned down and picked up the pistol, aiming it towards his dick before firing. He's definitely dead now. Good riddance.

I dropped the pistol and made my way over to the one that I had left unconscious, using his own tie to tie his hands to the back of the chair and also using the ties of Chad and the other one ,whose name I didn't bother to remember, to finish tying up the one I wanted the most.

I knew that he wouldn't be awake for a while, I was close to killing him. So, whilst he was out I decided to lift the table back up. To my right I spotted a small food cart that still had plates of meat and asparagus on them. I grabbed a plate and placed it onto the table, taking a seat and simply enjoying the meal. I picked up a glass of champagne that clearly had some spots of blood in it and took a sip... the taste and sweet smell of death were my favourite things.

I sat in silence, simply enjoying the meal whilst three dead men lie at my feet. Life is good.

Stefano Bianchi: