Mr Mafia.

Chapter 3: Cliche butt pipe.

Aurora up there^^ enjoy this chappy guys!~~

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About.. Hm.. Two? Yeah. Two fücking hours. That's how long those pair fücked for. Two. I can't erase that from my damn ears. Do you know how disgusting that is? Man. It's gross as heck.

Judging from what my clock told me, it was nearing seven at night, the woman had only just left.. So I was assuming he was an early sleeper or something since it went deadly quiet in the floor next door.. Well, everyone has there secrets. At least his past murders don't keep him up at night, I bet he sleeps like a bloody baby.

My legs began to move of their own accord, pulling me towards the door. I rattled the knob, I know it's pointless but I may as well see if it's magically unlocked itself. As I did, it swung open, a huge grin appearing. "I've got super powers. Holy crap. I'm like wonder-" the words died off as soon as my eyes flicked up, Mr liquid sex was stood right there.. In a pair of sweats with the key in his hand.

"Ah, princess. Enjoying the room so far? I hope it's all to your standards mia cara." His voice just ran through me like electric shocks, sending minuscule shivers down my spine and into the out of my stomach.. Ugh.

"The rooms fine, I just can't stand the screaming banshee that seems to room next to me. The mating calls and what not." A spark of jealousy had quipped within my chest when id heard it. I didn't even know why, I feel nothing towards that slimy little sex God. Nothing at all towards that handsome Romeo. Absolutely nil to the sex on legs that was standing just inside my room.

That's why I was going to get out.

"Ah, I'm sorry you heard that. Well, actually- no, I'm not." He gave a malicious smirk, swinging the chain of keys around his forefinger. "Did you get angry gattino? Hm? Did it make you jealous?" His steps got increasingly closer with each word, his posture intimidating. In mere seconds, I was backed against the wall, and he just in front of me, his breath fanning out on the skin of my neck, sending shivers through me. "Did you wish it were you writhing underneath me?" That got it. His lips at the shell of my ear, the warm breaths caressing.

Well. Guess what bud? I had a plan too. Two could play at this game.

"Yes.. God yes.. Will you please take me? I don't think I can take much more of your rippling muscle, or your gorgeous charm." His lips seemed to curve up in a smug smirk, my hands running down his chest. "Please.. Will you get the fück out of my way." At that, my knee came up, smacking straight into his crotch. He began to groan, falling to the floor with his hands bunched between his legs.

This was it. This was my chance to run. I wasn't an idiot, I knew there would be guards around every corner, which is why I left all the shït that would weigh me down, and legged it. Moving into the next room, which I assumed was his room.. At first, I was rather shocked, the room was gorgeous.. I mean, you'd expect blacks and silvers, yeah? But nope. Not at all.

Guess what it looked like. Go on. Guess.

You're all wrong. The room had a beach wall papers along the walls, sea shell bedsheets and so on. It was decorated like a damn holiday room. That's what confused me..

Only like a few minutes later I realised it wasn't his room anyways, it was a guest room. Mainly because there were no closets in here, like my own room. But back to escaping.

My feet ran across the soft carpet floor, my eyes dead set on the window behind the bed. Unlocking the latch, I pulled up the wooden frame, hearing a animalistic growl coming from the room next door.
Shït, monster man was awake.

Climbing through, I glanced down at the roof below my feet, cursing myself out. I hadn't thought I'd get this far. Moving forwards along the sill, I saw a long drain pipe, following down the way of the house.. But it stunk. Of crap. Please don't say it connected to the toilets, knowing my luck, it did. As I went across, my foot slipped, my body falling to the side and my back landing on the brick work, sliding down the tiles towards the pipe.

"Fück. Gattino. Be careful. I don't need you hurt." As soon as he said this his face seemed to contort, a hand rubbing his face. "Uh, I meant that you should watch where you're going or you'll die. Your own fault." No matter that I was about to fall to my death, i still thought it was pretty cute. Reaching out as I came to the end, I just about missed the edge, falling downwards.

With a loud scream, I readied myself for impact, but I was suspended mid air, my pyjama bottoms had caught on some random sticking out hook, cliche I know, but at least I'm not fücking dead and you can still read my life.

Grasping a pipe, I unlatched myself from the hook, shimmying down the drain.

"There's no way off! You can't hide forever beautiful!" He yelled from the window, his eyes blazing as my feet hit the ground and I began bounding off into the trees toward where I thought the exit may be.

Mid way through, I glanced behind me back to the house, seconds later my body bashed into another rock hard one, my eyes turning up to find a pair of misty green ones staring down at me.

You know what they say, out of the frying pan.. And into the fire. Fück my life.

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Hey guys, I hope you enjoyed this. I might make her more shy in the next chapter.. Personally I'm not that keen on her myself. What do you think? Let me know. I don't know when I'll update, I was sort of hoping for more people to have read it but eh, beggars can't be choosers.

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