When a too bold girl meets a 'shut the fuck up' kind of guy, and absolute hell breaks loose
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fuck this shit
the last thing i needed were three annoying girls witnessing businesses that was not for their eyes to see.
The guy was a total bastard, transporting young girls and creating mass rape. If i despise anything? it's treating women wrong. He deserved the bullet between his eyes.
Everyone who grew up right, knows that. If you think otherwise, you're a fucking lost cause.
What i did not expect however, were to see three young girls walk around the dark streets like it's their home. Don't they know how dangerous this could be?
Who am i even kidding, i'm exactly that sort of danger
But here we are and for some reason it's infuriating me. Especially that girl who didn't hesitate to throw not one, but two fucking heels at me. and she has good aim too, i'll give her that.
My nose is still bleeding and it doesn't seem to stop either.
Usually no one survives these situations. if you saw something, you're dead. That's how it works.
But fuck she was so stubborn and those stupid eyes didn't help either. I wanted to crash her against the wall, but that would've been inappropriate, and so not me. So i had to let her go, how reluctant it may have been.
However, i can't kill her yet, because she does speak italian brilliantly and if i need to make on thing clear, is that this is not a girl from the Italian mafia.
She clearly has the fire. But fire isn't everything.
She fell against my chest, those pretty eyes rolling back as she passed out. My hand came to craddle her head, holding her up. the other girls were gone too, passed out in the arms of my two brothers. yes we are triplets, but we don't look alike at all. While i have dark hair and whiskey eyes, Akim had light brown hair and hazel eyes and Adrian hat blonde hair and brown blue eyes.
Of course we looked a bit alike, like brothers do. but not a lot.
Also, my parents were obsessed with the fact that every single one of our names' should start with A.
I'm the oldest, or well the first to be born. And that, even though it was just seconds, put me in charge.
Did i mention i'm the leader of the russian mafia?
no? well, i am.
And i'll be damned if it falls to the ground.
I let my hand slide beneath her knees, my other around her waist as i hoist her up, pressing her against my chest. She's freezing, and ice cold. But how could she not be? she's barely wearing anything. As if sensing my warmth, she nuzzles more against me.
how the fuck did she just move? The drug is supposed to numb her completely.
I look down at her as we walk to our cars, my eyes trailing over her features. I think she noticed the last time i did that but she's ethereal.
I can't help myself
One of my men, opens the door and i lay her down in the backseat.
How is she even real?
fuck..she's hell itself.
i'm going to keep her.
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My hands are around the steering wheel as the girl sleeps in the backseat. i keep glancing at her through the rearview mirror, checking if she might wake up soon.
I want to see those eyes again.
What the hell am i even thinking about? i mentally slap myself, my hands turning white from my harsh grip.
Fuck this, i'll have to kill her in a few days. I can't have thoughts like this? what even are those?
"prekrati etu chush'" i mumbled to myself (stop this bullshit)
i heard a groan and my eyes instantly snapped to the rearview mirror again. She was moving.
fuck what if she attacks me again. I have no where to go
Am i scared of her? what the fuck.
With another groan she sits up, her eyes fluttering open. She looks ahead, blinking. But there's no emotion on her face whatsoever. And i know she's staring at me.
I think she's still out of it.
She keeps looking at me, as if this was her fucking morning routine. She yawned, her nose scrunching upwards before she rubbed her eyes.
She avoided my gaze, looking around and noticing she's in a car and its moving. She blinks back at me, then the outside, her eyes widening." che cazzo" she mutters, her brows pulling together. she blinks at me, her eyes dropping to my bleeding nose. "you" she says in an accusing tone. (what the fuck)
"Me, dorogoy" i simply say, focusing my eyes back on the road.
Despite being obviously taken by a stranger, she seems pretty calm. Her eyes study me, i can feel her gaze. "what does that mean?" she asks and her quiet voice catches me off guard.
I don't answer and that seems to do the trick. "tranquillo, fottuto idiota, fanculo" she mutters to herself and i have to stop my lips from twitching. (quiet, fucking idiot, fuck him.)
"rude again, are we?" my voice comes out harsh.
good. i don't feel like that at all.
Her eyes widen- she forgot i can understand Italian. what else did she forget?
"You didn't answer me, what does it mean?" she keeps going. there's that stubborn girl again.
"shut up" i mumble
"Is it a nickname? aw, you're adorable. Cute, not so tough, hm?" her voice is teasing, and it's getting on my nerves. what the fuck is she on about.
"You know..i thought if i get kidnapped, he'd at least be rude or something, you don't even talk" she keeps going and going. "Why's that? is your brain not functional to create proper words? no wait-"
"shut up" i groan, taking a sharp turn. her body hits against the door. "put a fucking seatbelt on" i grumble and she almost smiles.
what the fuck?
"so, boy..why are you kidnapping me?" did she just call me a fucking boy? seriously?
"i mean, why didn't you just kill me, like you had the chance, now it's more complicated" is she a yapper?
"i mean come on-"
"shut up" i interrupt her again, my one hand running through my hair as the other still holds the steering wheel.
There's silence and she looks at me for a second, then takes a breath.
"Anywayyy.." she starts and this time i take a breath. I'm not used to this much talking and she's a fucking yapper, or she's just doing this to annoy me. classic strategic to get away
Little does she know i'm not planning on letting her out this goddamn car, no matter how much she speaks.
"weather is nice, huh?" she changes the topic, looking out the window.
"Its night" i simply say.
"hm" she murmurs, leaning against the window. She looks like she's admiring the..stars..?
She's suddenly silent and somehow now her not speaking is annoying me.
