"Dominic Romano. I've been expecting you." My voice is cold and dark. I stand in his bedroom. It's pitch black in here. My knife is cold against my hand. The gun strapped to my leg is calling me. I can't. He needs to suffer.
My husband was shot in f...
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My biggest ware house was broken into last night. By who do you think? The fucking Italian mafia. This was going to mean a big fight. Lots of people are going to die. The ball was over a month ago now. I got to meet the rest of Dominic's family. I already had known his parents but not his siblings. Vera had gone too.
There was some tension between her and Dominic. Vera had brought Aleksandr as her date. He is my favorite assassin we have. That might also be because we used to hook up. That was before I even thought about adopting Lucy and Andrew. We are good friends now.
We made a pact when we were young to marry each other. The deal was that if we weren't married by the time we 30 we would get together. I'm married and don't plan to leave him anytime soon.
"Hey, hot stuff. How's it going?" Speak of the devil. Aleksander came up behind me and hugged me. He still has feelings for me but knows not to do anything. His hands are on my waist and his head is in the crook of me neck. I was looking over blue prints for an Italian warehouse.
"Not much what about you, pretty boy?" Dante knew about our relationship, but knows it isn't anything to be jealous about.
"I'm great." His voice was a little muffled by my neck. He had a nice smell. It was comforting. I never really liked being around men, but he was always different for some reason.
I keep looking at the blue prints. He stands behind me for a while. I feel a kiss on my shoulder then his hands leave me waist. "You leaving?" I turn around to face him.
"No, I'm just going to lay down on your couch." He says to me. I was in the underground base. Only high ranks know about this location.
... a few hours later...
I want sex. Maybe the kids can go over to Vera's? Let's ring her. Why do I talk to myself so much? Who knows? I call Vera.
"Hey , beautiful." She replies on the phone.
"Hey, hot stuff. Can the kids stay with you? I need some alone time with Dante if Yk what I mean." I wink and smirk a little. My car seat was cold as I start to drive.
"TMI, babe. But sure. Have Ivan drive them here." She says. We say goodbye and hang up the phone. My radio starts playing FU in my head by Cloudy Jane. This is a good song. I sing along for a few minutes. I pull into my drive way right as the song ends. I get out of the car, and walk into the house.
"Hey kids go get some stuff to stay at Vera's for the night. I'm going to take you over there." The rush off to their rooms and I walk to the kitchen where Dante is scrolling through his phone eating a bowl of cereal. This man eats cereal all the damn time.
"Baby, I'm taking the kids to Vera's want to ride with me?" I wrap my arms around his neck and kiss the back of his head. He makes a noise of agreeing. He quickly finishes his cereal, and puts his bowl in the sink.
We all go back out to the car and start to drive to Vera's. Halfway there, I noticed that somebody was following us. "Mom, can we stay the rest of the week at Aunt V's?"
"Sure, sweet heart." I smiled at her. I took a couple lefts. I noticed Dante look over at me. He knew this wasn't the way to Vera's.
"Was ist los mit dir?" Dante spoke in German so the kids wouldn't know what he was saying. (German for: what's wrong)
I glanced in the rear view mirror. Who ever was on my tail was getting closer. "jemand folgt uns." I glanced over at him as we passed a road and saw a car. The next thing I knew we were hit. The car rolled before coming to a stop in the roof. I groaned in pain. I looked over to see Dante unconscious. Lucy was crying in the back seat. I turned around and saw Ivan missing. (German for: somebody is following us)
"Where is Ivan?" My voice was panicked. Lucy was crying more. Andrew was out of his seat laying on the roof of the car. Natalia had a wound on her head that was bleeding. I crawled out of my seat and over to Andrew. "Drew, baby, I need to open your eyes please." He only groaned in response. Footsteps approached the car. I heard voices. Then everything went black.
... a few hours later...
"Wake up!" A loud voice commanded. Cold water was thrown on me. I gasped awake. My head was spinning. I looked over and saw everybody tied to chairs. Ivan looked awful. He was extremely pale, and was bleeding from a wound on his abdomen.
"Finally. Now we can get to business." One of the men dragged Dante's chair over to the front of the room. He held a knife to Dante's throat. Shit. I think they used zip ties on my hands. They are extremely tight. I was trained for this.
The time my father held a gun to my mothers head and made me break free and shoot him. I shot his leg and was beaten for not being harsh.
"Let then go this has nothing to do with them." My voice was cold and murderous. He just laughs at me. I work at the restraints while the man slowly increases the pressure against Dante's throat. "Kids close your eyes. Don't open them at all." I was in a staring battle with the man standing over Dante.
"Listen princess, I don't know what you think is happening, but you're not in control." He smirks. I've seen that smirk before. It was a man at the ball. He had practically eye-fucked me all night. He stops pressing the knife, and walks over to me.
"Do whatever you want to me, but please let them go." I plead. These are children. My children. They don't shouldn't have to suffer because of the life I live. "Anything you want."
He laughs and stalks closer. He puts the blade under my chin and tilts it up. His eyes are dark. "έχω αυτό που θέλω." (Greek for: I have what I want)
"Fuck you." He laughs and grabs my neck. He slams his lips on mine. I try to pull away, but he holds me firmly in place.
"That's what I'm going to do to you when I kill your husband." He laughs mockingly. How the hell is this happening? What the hell did I do to the Greeks?
The man stalks back over to Dante. Out of the corner of my eye I see a man approaching Ivan. "Now princess, you have a choice to make." He makes a gesture and Ivan is dragged over next to Dante. "Your dearest brother or..." he points a gun at Ivan, "you beloved husband." He switches the gun to point at Dante.
"Why are you doing this?" I plead with him. My eyes flicker between Ivan and Dante. The answer is clear, but how can I make that choice.
"You better make the decision, or I make it for you." The man demands. Shit. Bitch. Fucking hell.
A shot rings through the room.
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What the hell am I even writing at this point? That is a very good question. I feel like I'm contradicting myself bc I hate going back and reading ny work. Anyways hope you enjoyed. Kiss kiss
