Surviving The Mafia

Part 22

Part 22

"Any last words, dandelion?" Severon asked me.

I popped one eye open to see if he was serious. If he was really about to kill me. I mean, the man was bordering on being a psychopath, I wanted to see if there was even a shred of humanity left in him.

"I wish that you forget the Mafia and become an artist, and make money by selling paintings and not weapons; believe me the world would be a better place if you were an artist," I answered, shutting my eye.

The strange thing was that even though my heart was pounding in fear with what Severon was about to do to me, my mind was strangely at peace. Even though this crazy man was about to kill me, I was glad I drove him over the edge. He could not handle me, that's why he decided to kill me; and for me, that was a huge accomplishment.

"Anything else you'd like to say?" Severon enquired, gritting his teeth.

"I hope your snakes die," I replied.

"Anything else?" He questioned.

"Dude, what's your problem? Are you going to kill me or not?" Now I was annoyed. Why couldn't he just kill me, what the hell was wrong with him?

"I'll kill you when you'll shut up," Severon responded.

"Well in that case, can you please remove the knife from my neck, it's scratching my skin and I don't like it when something happens to my skin." I told him. People had no idea how hard I worked to keep my skin smooth, and people like Severon just loved to destroy my hardwork.

Instead of removing the knife from my neck, Severon pressed his hand on my ribs, causing me to cry out in pain. Bloody fingers! What has he done to my ribs, they hurt so badly.

"What did you do to my ribs?" I asked, finding it difficult to breathe due to the pain.

"Bruised them. I told you before I can crush you with my hands, and your ribs are an example," he informed me.

Fury shot lasers up my spine at his words. This man was a monster and he was enjoying demonstrating that fact. Oh how I wanted to crush him. If my hands weren't tied up, I would sink my nails in his jugular vein, the fountain of blood which would've erupted afterwards would've been a thrilling sight.

"You are a monster," I seethed.

"E tu sono andando a caduta innamorato con questo mostro," he muttered before leaning down and capturing my lips with his, resulting in the melting of my bones and evaporation of my sanity. (And you are going to fall in love with this monster)

The kiss was just another way to tell me who was in charge. And despite not wanting to, I believed it. Severon was the one in power and this reality was slowly but officially settling in my heart.

When he pulled away, I was breathing heavily. Severon knew how to take my breath away, and I wasn't sure if I was okay with that. My heart and mind were waging a constant war where Severon was concerned, and I had a feeling that my heart was going to win.

"God I swear when you untie me—" he cut me off.

"You'll what, my rainbow girl? What will you do?" Severon gently bit my lip as he said this.

"Untie me. And get this knife away," I ordered. I was not used to being tied up. In fact, this was the first time someone had dared to tie me up, and I absolutely hated it.

Severon did not untie me, but he removed the knife, flinging it to a corner. I breathed a sigh of relief when the weapon was no longer threatening to break my skin. And now, I only had to get rid of these ties, then I would scratch his face of, as soon as my ribs healed.