''Devils never die, innocents do.''
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Anastasia Fernandez is a 26 year old daughter of the Sicilian Mafia Don. She is s sick psycho who has no heart and no femininity whatsoever. She is a killing machine whose hands are stained with innocent peopl...
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----♦ Revealed. ----♦
I pulled the trigger on her.
She fell back on the chair with a small smile, never letting go of the drink in her hands. A small weak smile appeared on her lips.
''Fuck you Ales-sand-ro.'' She said as she stuttered my name trying to stop the bleeding in her arm. Www L ''Just call me Ale. Alessandro is a bit too long love.''
Letting go of her bleeding arm she continued to sip her drink. Like nothing. Had happened.
The bleeding was getting too much so I started to look around the place to get something. The first aid box.
''Don't look for something you will never find here.'' She breathed.
''Why is that tigress?'' I questioned, raising an eyebrow.
''Did you mean the first aid box?'' She said as she chuckled. Darkly.
''Yes. The first aid box.'' I said word by word as I came closer to her.
''I meant myself Alessandro.''
She continued.
''I meant Anastasia. I killed her a long time ago before she could become the possession of any man. I choked her to death Alessandro. It was long and filled of eternity. I like long things . . . Whether torment or death. They should be made to last. Shouldn't they? So, don't find her here. And first aid box. Neither of them are here. Neither.''
She must be drunk.
The Ana I know would literally pull my head off on the stunt that I just played. But instead she is telling me that she killed herself?
Yeah, she must be drunk as hell.
She isn't who she seems.
I pulled a chair from the front of her desk and brought it close to where she was seated. I wanted to explore. Explore this new, vulnerable side of my tigress.
Pulling out a navy blue napkin from my pocket I began to tie it around her bleeding wound. With the bullet still in. I needed to stop that bleeding.
She looked at me with blank eyes. There was not a single emotion in them. Not that she shows me any emotion other than defiance and anger. But they speak with a spark. And her eyes had not a single spark of emotion.
''You know a wise man once said to me, You will always be used. People will hit you stones and then pity you. Then they will come to treat your wounds. That will be your life. Hatred and pity. Don't pity me Alessandro. If you shot me then don't pity me.''
''Why are you like this Anastasia?'' was all I could manage to say.
