My Donna, ManxMan

The devil shows up

Hey readers! I have been on vacation so I haven't been writing a lot sorry. I really wanna focus on this story right now, I think I put a lot on my plate with two stories. Please forgive me if I get a little overwhelmed. But anyway thanks for reading and enjoy!

Old warehouse^^^^^^^^^^^^^

Someone to watch over me- Frank Sinatra^^^^^^^^^^^

(Play the song when I tell you to for effect)

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Sam's pov

"So wait, you met him!!" Dylan threw her hands up almost spilling her ice cream on the floor.

"Well..... Yes" I said as I pushed my hair behind my ear and looked at my feet.

Both Dylan and I sat on my couch in the small living room of my moms house. It had been about three days since the night at the club. Dylan had apparently had a one night stand with a guy named Lucas. She was obsessing about him when I had slipped up about Alex. I didn't really tell her about it because I knew that she would over react. Like she was doing now.

"Wait what did he look like? What did he say to you? Was he super hot? Did he like you? Did you kiss-"

"Oh my god, Okay I get it!" I sat up and my blanket pooled around my waist exposing my shirtless chest. "Well he is really hot."

"AHHH OMG OMG!!!! GET SOME!" Dylan stood up and snapped her fingers. I couldn't help but laugh as her bun bobbed and she sat forward. "So spill."

I recounted the night to her and I couldn't help but blush when I told her about the kiss me and my prince shared. She squealed loudly and I swear my face was a tomato.

"So what do you think his job is?" She asked suddenly seriously.

I brushed back my hair and sighed "I don't know, but honestly I don't really care. I like him a lot."

I said as I looked into her eyes. She nodded and smiled, "I'm so happy fo-"

Her sentence was interrupted quickly by my phone ringing. I looked down to Alex's name and two heart emoji's by his name. I smiled and looked to Dylan. She smiled knowing that it was him. I swiped my finger along the bottom on the screen and brought it up to my ear.

"Hello lyubov moya (my love)." His deep Russian accent flowed through the phone. I felt my blush light up and Dylan got up to sit by me. She leaned up to the phone so she could hear him too.

"Hey Alex how was your day?" I asked

"Fine dear, quite stressful though." Dylan pulled her head away and mouthed He sounds hot!

I giggled before I realized that he might think that I'm laughing at his stress. "I'm sorry, Dylan my friend is here and she is being weird." I got up and Dylan tried to get up and follow me but I playfully pushed her back. I then pulled up my overly large sweatpants that were sliding down my slender hips

"I'm sorry your stressed, what happened?" I asked as I leaned against the counter in my kitchen.

"Oh nothing just people who don't listen." He sighed into the phone and I found myself missing him even more. "But it's not important, I wanted to ask you some thing."

"What is it?"

" I was wondering if maybe you would want to go on a date with me this weekend?" He asked, and I believed my heart stopped. A date with just me and him. My prince was asking me on a date!

"Hello? lyubov moya? Are you still there?"

I shook myself out of my stupor. "Of course! I would love to go on a date with you."

He sighed as if a weight was lifted off his shoulders. "I will pick you up this Friday night at 8:00 then?"

"Yea! I'm so excited, I will see you then Alex."

"Great, I'm excited to kitten. Goodnight."

Then line went dead and I think I melted. My knees went weak and I was sitting on the floor with my back on the counter when Dylan looked at me with raised eyebrows.

"I'm going on a date."

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Alex's pov

(Play the song now)

"Tell me who your working for!!!" My fist came down on the large mans face. His blood sprayed out of his mouth along with a couple of his teeth. His head sagged and I was afraid for a moment that I knocked him out.

Slowly he lifted his head, his eyes glowing with defiance, blood dripping out of his mouth onto his lap. "Never." He croaked out and I saw red.

"You know I really didn't want to take it this far." I said as I closed my eyes as the anger started bubbling in my chest. I turned and walked away from the old rusty chair in the middle of the old warehouse. I stepped up to the table that I had set up a couple of feet away from the man bound to the chair.

On the table sat a record player and a variety of torture instruments. One of my men stood behind the table obviously trying to hid the fear in his eyes. I started the record player and Frank Sinatra's voice slipped out. I started humming as I picked up a pair of pliers and turned back to the man as a smile appeared on my face.

His eyes widened and his whole ugly mug turned as white as paper. I couldn't help but laugh as I stepped to him to start removing his teeth one by one.

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Well thanks for reading I hope you liked it!!