Becky's POVI don't look back because I can't move.
It's like I'm stuck."Good girl." I hear her say. I can tell she's smirking. I
Oh how badly I wanna rip that smirk off her idiotic face."Now.... hands where I can see them so you don't do any funny business." She explains firmly.
Fine. If she wants to play like this. Let's play then.
I raise my hands in the air slowly but I don't face her.
"Turn around." She says. Her voice is very firm like she's trying to scare me.
Oh how badly I wanna laugh. Cause she don't scare me. I've been in worser situations than her holding a gun at me.
I smirk underneath my mask before turning around very slow to annoy her.
This is so funny. She actually thinks she's the one with the power?Little does she know I have a gun hiding around my waist.
"Hurry the fuck up! I don't have all day!!"
She shouts. I roll my eyes before turning fully to her.She freezes for a moment.
Okay what the fuck happened to her?
It's like..
Like she recognises me......
Impossible!
...
I have a mask on! So she'll definitely not remember me.
Right??
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Freen's POV
As she turns around.
My world stops for a moment.Her eyes.
Her eyes remind me of someone's.
Becky's eyes.
Gosh it's like she's next to me right now.
I remember her beautiful eyes. They look so similar. Almost the same.
Expect this piece of shit has a scar going down her right eye. So it's not her.
What am I even saying?
Becky's dead. So either way it can't be her."Are you just gonna stare at me then? Like, I know I'm beautiful but no need to stare for so long." I hear this bitch say making me snap outta it.

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Dangerous Lovers (Freen and Becky)
FanfictionFreen a powerful mafia boss. She is rich, powerful but a very dangerous young woman. She leads 'The Red Rings' as they all wear red rings. Everyone knows not to mess with her gang or they'll be in danger. Until a gang that has been quiet for years i...