The Twisted Game (of love)

CHAPTER 1

I stare into the night as I think of my dead mother, father, brother, sister, second sister, auntie, unclie, step mother, and step father. It surprises me how common arson is with mafia leaders. I hate the mafia boss with all of my heart and stomach. He killed my entire family, and he will pay. I will kill him and his legacy. Even if I die trying. He must know I am the alpha and I run things around here.

I'm now poor and on the streets, I even have no food. I have no where to sleep except in my dear brothers garbage can. My eldest brother was the only one who survived the arson attack, and still lives in this town. He refuses to let me live with him, but let's me live in his dumpster out back. It's not perfect, but it's a home. I walk into the local drug store and by some tampons cause my noise is bleeding. As I walk over to the check out I see that the cashier has a mafia sicker on her shirt. "w-w-w-w--w-where did you get that?!" I ask in my soft purring voice. "my husband is a mafia boss." she explains. With anger in my bones I pounced on top of her and hiss in her face. "w-w-where does he live?" I ask. with fear In her eyes she said "in your moms old apartment, after he killed your family he started living in your mother house." I give her a couple scratches with my claws of fury. I bolt out the the door with my tampons and rush to my moms apartment. 

Once I arrive I use my cat eyes and see him in the window. I use my cat skills to scale the walls of the apartment and bust down the window with my cat strength. I see a HOT man standing in the room. That can't be the boss he's too much of a HOTTIE. I find myself struggling for air, because whoever is in this apartment is too good looking to be a real human. I lick my lips and sit in the corner of the apartment, observing the man. He's tall, looking about 8'9. For some reason, I imagine him standing next to me, and knowing he would be at least 4 and a half feet taller than me (I'm 4'1). I try to shove the image out of my head, and get back to work.

He's sharpening his knife collection, and all I can do is stare in awe. How does he get them so shiny? I wonder if he's ever been a factory worker like my long line of shoe makers in my family. I sneak up on him, and right as I'm about to pull out my weapon, he pins me against the wall with his pinky finger (he's that strong!) I struggle for breath.

"Ah, I see. Hello, Greta." His glowing green/blue/amber/puke/romantic/blood red orbs stare into mine, and I nearly faint. He's so hot! But I wake up from the trance he put me in. I use my kitty claws and claw at his face. He doesn't flinch. I see that he's bleeding from the cuts so I offer him a tampon. "d-d-d-d-d-d-d-d-d-d-d-d-d-do y-y-y-y-y-y-y-you w-w-want a tampon?" I say as I grab the box out of my anime backpack. "sure" he says, confused. mmmm the sound of his voice turns me on so hard, smash. As his grip loosens I open the box and hand him a tampon. His hand brushes mine. We make eye contact. "I think I love you" he says smirking. "h-h-h-how would a hot m-m-man like you, like a l-l-l-little kitten like me?" I ask, my eyelashes are batting at him. "cause you're a cute little kitten." he says

I spend the night at his house and we start planning for the wedding. It's gonna be at Walmart, cause that's where I was born.