The woman's hand, decorated with rings, was squeezing the sides of her throat; the gun stuffed in the blondes mouth. Breathy whimpers slipping past her lips, and mascara dripping down her puffy, red cheeks.
Renata tittered, her haughty tugging the...
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Music blast through the underground gym, the sound of the upbeat tunes bouncing off the walls and pumping up the blood made Renata more and more aggressive with her punches, each punch hitting the bag in another direction.
After the outburst in the car, neither of them spoke to one another. What could Renata say to that anyways?
Her brain focused on the way the heavy words left the very lips she desired to taste, the look of borderline hatred in her glare and twinkle of the blues she wished to gaze into everyday, and she couldn't ignore the way her body reacted when realising her knight in shining armour was no other than her enemy.
Put some fucking back into it. The voice in her head growled at the sloppy punches.
With that nagging voice in her head, she took it as a sign to listen. Her body became more swift with its movements around the bag, hitting different spots to imitate real opponents the voices barking orders and scenarios playing in her mind.
They aren't the real thing though, and in perfect timing Cillian waltzed in the room with a donut, happily munching it and sitting a bit away from the aggravated woman.
She was grateful for her close knit of men, they were all killers and worthy to fight her. "Finish that and get in the ring, we're fighting. Call Jax." She ordered, leaving no room for question, stopping the abuse she gave the bag and grabbing a fresh white towel to wipe away the sweat that adorned her toned stomach and the beads that collected on her forehead.
Breathing a sigh, she gulped down her water as if she was dehydrated for years, savouring the taste and the way it made her head feel slightly woozy.
Cillian grumbled, spitting words of annoyance under his breath as he finished the glazed goodness, ringing Jax with a sigh. "Jax wants to know if we really have to? You beat our ass yesterday." He groaned, rubbing a hand over his face - the look on her face was not pleasant. "Yes Jax we have to, get down here now."
Once the call ended, he got up from the floor and walked over to the tense woman. Never in all his years of knowing the Boss, had he ever seen her so entrapped over a conversation that didn't go her way - in the aspect of romance and women.
Every woman threw themselves at the Merciless Leader, offering up their goods for her without a second thought. To have the right of bragging that they spent a night with her, staying up all night. Not as if they could though, NDA's were signed and death warrants are guaranteed. However the experience is once in a lifetime, yet not many capture the woman's attention enough.
She's had fuck buddies, come and go, typically falling in love with her and not handling the fact that they will never be anything to her than a quick fuck. Her heart belonged to the Mafia, she lives and breathes for the Mafia. Pour elle Famille.
What's so different about Magnolia? Maybe it's the fact she can't just be a fuck and dip, but that wasn't it. Renata had never been treated the way Magnolia treated her, it was refreshing. Different. Desirable. Is it so wrong to have a little taste? Indulge in a fantasy? Magnolia was a fantasy that Renata was desperate to explore, and with the constant rejection, it was starting to make her more determined.
