Taken By The Devil

Kill Me Already

Olivia's POV

"You killed my brother, now I must kill you. Any last words?" I ask, holding my gun steady at the man's forehead.

Before the mafia man standing before me, who's begging for mercy, even has a chance to reply, I pull the trigger, hitting him right between his thick, brown eyebrows. His body lands on the ground with a thump as blood oozes out of the bullet hole on his forehead, creating a large, red, pool of blood around his lifeless frame.

Just then, a dozen other mafia men stormed in shouting and aiming all their guns at me. I don't even care that I've been caught, I just want to stop feeling like I'm empty. Hopefully, once they kill me I won't feel anything at all.

I throw my gun over to the man who looks to be leading this mission, and just sit down, crossing my legs as I lay my hands on top of my head, waiting for my punishment.

The man tilts his head at me, surprised by my actions.

He looks about 30 years old, with black tattoos snaking up his arms until they stop at his shirt. He's wearing a balck compression shirt with fits tightly over his huge looking biceps, with a small silver chain wrapped loosely around his neck. He's got on black cargo pants, pockets no doubtedly filled with different weapons and ammunition. His boots are black and look heavily reinforced, I'm surprised he can even move in them, they look that hard. His dark brown hair, coming right down to the tips of his eyebrows looks almost black until the sun hits it, where it goes a nice cocoa brown.

His green eyes continue to stare at me, looking a bit amused but still shocked at my willingness to be captured. I shut my eyes and a second later my wrists are being roughly pulled and tied behind my back. I open my eyes again to see a needle being waved about, the mysterious man's eyes still boring into mine, but shakes his head slowly, signalling for the other men to stand back.

He slowly walks over to me and looks me up and down before crouching and muttering, "You're a funny little thing aren't you?" I don't respond.

"What shall we do with you?" He asks, "You did kill one of my men, that is punishable by death. Are you ready to die?" I nod, and once again he looks shocked, taken aback by my actions once more.

"What's your name?"

"Olivia Fernandez, and your mafia man killed my brother, the only family I have left so if you ask if I regret it, I don't. If you ask me if I would do it again, I would in a heartbeat, no matter the consequences, he deserved it." I snapped at him, curious as to who he is. "Who are you?" I ask.

He chuckles. "You don't know who I am?" He laughs. "Well I don't really mess around with mafia's so no." He nods once, still staring at me like I'm some puzzle he can't solve.

"My name is Kai Giordana, I am the Don of the Spade Mafia and I-" He stops talking as I yawn. "Sorry, am I boring you?" He asks sounding angry yet still amused. "Well I only asked for a name, not a whole wikipedia page on you." The other men in the room shift around nervously, waiting to see Kai's reaction. He stands up abruptly and shouts at his puppets in Italian, "Non drogarla, riportala alla villa, forniscile tutto ciò che vuole. Non farle del male, capito?" (Don't drug her, take her back to the mansion, supply her with anything she wants. Do not hurt her, understand?).

"But sir-" "Capisci?" He shouts, storming out of the room, but stops, tensing up when I say, "Kai, perché non mi uccidi? Prima hai detto che quello che ho fatto è punibile con la morte, quindi perché tenermi in vita?" (Kai why aren't you going to kill me? You said before what I've done is punishable by death, so why keep me alive?)

He turns around and looks bewildered. "You speak Italian?" He asks, a smile creeping onto his face. "Si. Now answer my question." He narrows his eyes, "Why do you think I should take orders from you?" I stand up and throw the rope that tied my hands together on the ground and start to walk towards him, his mouth is ajar when I reach him and all his soldiers are pointing their weapons at me until he waves them off.