Dance of Affliction (GxG)

The Truth Comes Out

»»-----¤-----««Mallory's Pov»»-----¤-----««

Slipping on the sleek black leather gloves, a sense of familiarity washes over me. Life has been smooth sailing, with my associates always there to handle any complications. However, this time, it's different. This time, it's personal.

I observe the immaculate wooden box adorned with golden trimmings and a lock that Bethany got me. Upon opening it, I am greeted by my expertise: firearms and knives. Firearms offer a swift kill, while I understand that knives are not the most contemporary choice for combat in this day and age. Yet, there is a certain thrill in plunging a blade into someone, realizing that you hold the power over their life. Witnessing their eyes dim as life slips away is truly electrifying.

"Boss."

I raise my gaze and catch sight of Bethany standing at the doorway. "Yes?"

Bethany is rocking an all-black outfit, pairing black pants with a black top, and leaving her deep blue hair flowing freely instead of styled in twin buns.

"You realize we need back up for this operation right?"

"I'm not wasting any time." I declare as I swiftly grab my weapons and make my way towards the spacious kitchen and living room of my penthouse. I can hear Bethany trailing behind me, struggling to keep pace.

"Boss, you're being reckless!" She exclaims.

I swiftly retort, "I'm just being resourceful and proactive." I spin around, shooting her a piercing glare.

Does she not realize every second counts!?

I place my weapons on the kitchen counter as I load each gun by forcefully slamming the loaded magazines into place.

"No, you're not. I'm sorry boss but you're acting way out of line right now!" Bethany protests. "You know that we need to approach this with precision and planning. You can't just barge in there and—"

"The hell I can, Bethany." I interrupt her abruptly.

"What's gotten into you, boss!" She comes closer and swiftly grabs one of my guns away from me, causing me to shoot her a deadly glare.

"Bethany, return my gun this instant." I warn her sternly.

"No, why are you being this impulsive!?" Bethany doesn't back down and it's starting to piss me off. 

"I don't need to explain myself to you Bethany, now give me my gun." I say calm yet firm trying to hide the fact I'm furious.

"Why are you being impulsive!?" 

"Bethany, hand over my gun." The weight of my anger is evident in the tone of my voice as I deliver this warning.

"Why!?" 

"Bethany."

"I said why boss!?"

My eye starts twitching from anger. "Bethany."

"Why!?" She persists.

"BECAUSE I LOVE HER!"

Silence envelops the room, amplifying the sound of my heavy breaths as they fill the air. The objects I forcefully threw off the counter had smashed into the floor, scattered around.

"Boss.." 

"The way she talks incessantly, like a yapping chihuahua, is enough to drive me insane. And if that wasn't bad enough, she fills every damn space with scent candles, her perfume acting like a captivating siren's call that I can't resist. Those irritating dimples that appear when she laughs and her stupid sense of empathy only adds to the frustration. And let's not even mention those dreadful fluffy pillows she insists on keeping on her uncomfortable concrete slab she calls a couch!" I snap, pacing back and forth with my hands in my hair like a lunatic on the brink of madness.

"I'm terrified. No matter what I do I just can't break free from her and I don't want to. I know the moment she lifts her eyes to meet mine, with those captivating blue eyes," I stop myself trying to control my labored breathing. "I would do anything for her without hesitation."

I feel like I'm going crazy, it's like I'm suffocating in my own thoughts. It's as if I'm on the verge of exploding like an overinflated balloon.

"Yet, despite her incredibly annoying self, I cannot stomach the thought of waking up in a world without her." I exclaim, my voice starting to tremble slightly. "I'm beyond infatuation Bethany, I'm obsessed." I turn to Bethany and approach her. "If she dies, I'll claw my way out of the pits of hell just get her back to me."

Bethany stares at me in silence. 

"Boss.." She murmurs softly. "I.. understand, but you can't go in there without a backup plan incase it goes south. This is your own method. This is what you preach every time."

I understand where Bethany is coming from; she is correct. I generally prefer planning over impulsiveness. However, at this moment, I cannot afford to take things slowly. 

"Bethany," Addressing Bethany calmly once more, I let out a sigh of frustration as I extend my hand towards her. "Give me the address you traced from the phone call so I can deal with it," I state coldly, giving her a firm look. "Or step aside." 

With a hint of hesitation and a sigh, Bethany finally gives me a piece of paper revealing the location. "Boss, I completely understand your urgency, but please allow me to bring backup along while you move forward. It's always better to be safe than sorry." She pleads.

While she continues to attempt to hinder me, logic and reasoning fills my mind. I sigh. "Fine, get backup if you will, but I'm not waiting." I say calmly. "Create a perimeter around the building and do not intervene until I give you a sign."

"Got it boss, I'll get in position myself as well." 

With a nod, I take my weaponry and leave my penthouse. Upon reaching the parking lot, I sit in the driver's seat of my car, leaning back and resting my hands on the steering wheel. 

What am I doing?

I sit in silence for a couple minutes and close my eyes. 

I really am beyond saving at this point.

My thoughts are all over the place, but I'm well aware of the slight disadvantage caused by my healed injuries. I look in the rear-view mirror to see the small scar that remains on my lip from the ambush and brush over it with my thumb. Memories of Sparky tending to my wounds flood my mind. I ponder whether she experiences the same emotions as I do, despite the fact that I've almost thrown her off a bridge. There's an intense heat building up inside my chest, spreading like wildfire. It's a sensation I've never experienced before, causing every muscle in my body to coil up with tension. Having Sparky back in my hands is the one thing that can make all this tension melt away. 

The moment I start the engine with a turn of the key, I can sense the power rumbling beneath me. I leave the parking lot and commence towards my destination, with the street lights casting a glow upon the night.

Authors note

Thank you all for reading this chapter of "Dance of Affliction"!

Well then Mallory, it only took you 51 chapters :') 

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