The Mob Queen• Laurinah[COMPLETED]

The Touch of a Gun

*warning* I just wanted to remind you all that this is more mature and involves violence that may be gruesome at times so proceed at your own risk.

Dinah

My wife had been shot, the day of our wedding, at our party and I was furious. I did not understand how the man could do something like this. What if I were to march in on his daughters wedding and just shoot her? He would be just as furious as I am.

I had told Lauren once, I would never let go of her and I would definitely not let some worthless man take her away from me. She was mine, and if anyone came in the way of that. I would kill them, which was just what I was about to do.

I opened the cool steel door to a small dark room, one light hanging from the ceiling. My father had taught me how to do this, how do get the most pain and rage you could out of your enemy. I could remember watching him do it in front of me, letting me feel the blood that spilt from the mans stomach. He had killed somebody, I couldn't remember who but I remember the look of rage on my father's face when he found out.

Part of me wanted to forget it, but I found myself mimicking it when someone did something I didn't like. I had been taught to show no mercy and never go back after starting. No matter how much they begged. I was here to do the one thing I did best. Kill.

"Miss Hansen, please. I am old friend of your papa. Please. Let me speak to him," the man begged and I took a knife, sitting in front of his hanging body.

"Did you know I've studied human anatomy since I was ten," I whispered, dragging the dull part of the blade along his jaw, restraining myself from pushing it though his head.

The man whimpered and I stabbed him through the side of his mouth, a slit from side to side. "Don't test me, Doritol."

He gasped in pain and I smirked, pulling the knife out. "Please. Please don't do this! I have a family!"

"You tried to kill my wife." My tone was deadly cold and the man looked at me with scared eyes. Those would be next. "You came near what is mine. And for that you will pay."

"No, no, no, please!" He yelled and I sat back, watching as he struggled. "Someone help me!"

"No one can hear you, and even if they could. They're smart and know not to mess with the Hansens. Unlike a pathetic fool like yourself. Did you really think you would kill her? With twenty of my men around?" I questioned, jabbing him in the stomach with my elbow. "Thanks to you, I've had to come deal with you instead of being with her. Sure, she may have recovered fast but this was the first three days of our marriage and you've already ruined that."

"Please, Miss Hansen. Please let me go. I'll do anything," he begged and I smirked, grabbing one of my instruments.

"You know, I really hate beggars," I whispered and he stared at the tool in my hands, his eyes wide as he jerked back, trying to get out. "Open up."

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Lauren

I thought being shot was the worst thing that could happen but I was realizing it was quite a blessing. Dinah had been gone for three days and in that time I had hung out with Camila, unpacking together, playing the piano for her, and just doing things like normal friends would. I dreaded the moment Dinah's Ferrari rolled into the driveway.

"Lauren, you should co-oh my god. She's back," Camila's eyes were wide and she turned the tv off immediately, grabbing me by my arm and pulling me to my piano room. "Just pretend you've been doing this all day. God, she's gonna kill me if she finds out I've been hanging out with you."

I could only nod as she gathered her things quickly, running down the hallway to her small office. Dinah's house was even larger than mine and I was sure it had to have more than ten bedrooms. It was honestly beautiful but I knew who lurked behind these walls and who I would have to live with for the rest of my life.

"Come, come, Robert," I heard Dinah's frightening voice and immediately started playing a piece from memory, hoping she would leave me alone. "Lauren, come to my office," she said through the crack in the door and my eyes widened.

I scrambled to my feet and rushed out of the room, practically running into Dinah's office in fear of getting in trouble and being punished.

The sight in front of me almost made me puke. The man who had tried to kill me was here, but he did not look the same. He had gauze around his head, covering one of his eyes and I had a feeling as to why it was like that. His white dress shirt was stained with large amounts of blood and the smell made my stomach convulse.

"Robert, meet my wife Lauren. Isn't she beautiful?" Dinah spoke and wrapped an arm around my waist, sitting me down on the couch with her. The man only stayed silent and I looked at him with pleading eyes, knowing that if he did not reply he would be punished. But by the looks of it, his would be more severe.
"Oh Robert, don't go being a bitch. Say hello."

He opened his mouth to speak and a strange sound came out, and that's when I noticed. I turned my head, the sight making me gag. His tongue had been cut out.

"Good boy. Now tell me how beautiful my wife is. Luckily, you didn't kill her and she's here for me to cherish forever," Dinah stroked my back and the hair on my neck rose, her actions making me flinch. Robert spoke as much as he could, blood spilling out of his mouth.  "No one is as beautiful as her. A pure innocent, virgin just for me. Tell me, Robert do you have any daughters?"

He hesitated for a moment, his eyes glinting with anger as Dinah nuzzled the back of my neck, aware of the goosebumps forming because of her.

"Ye," he nodded, trying to pronounce the s but that was something he needed the muscle for.

"And are they as beautiful as my wife," she asked dangerously, her eyes glinting with excitement. He looked up, his yes teary, knowing he would never see them again.

"Help me please," he spoke the best he could as he stared at me, his eyes wide with hope as he glanced at him before squeezing my eyes shut.

"How dare you!" Dinah shouted and stood up, kicking him to the floor. "You are here to talk to me! To me, Robert! How dare you speak to her!" She kicked him multiple times, Robert yelping like a child.

"Dinah, please stop," I begged, standing up and grabbing her arm, pulling her away from him as tears formed in my eyes. She really was a monster.

Her eyes landed on mine and for a second I saw her stop struggling, she was going to listen to me before she yanked her hand away from me. "Go to our bedroom," she growled but I felt a surge of confidence. I was not going to let this man die.

"No! I'm not a child!" I yelled and her eyes filled with rage as she pushed me onto the couch roughly before grabbing the man and kicking the center table out of the way. What was she doing?

She dragged Robert in front of me, making him kneel before me as she opened a drawer and took out a gun. Oh god no, she couldn't be really doing this. She came up behind me and pushed the gun into my hands, placing hers on top of my own. She brought it up, pointing it at Robert. Her breath was calm in my ear as she pushed my finger into the trigger box.

"Say goodbye," she whispered and now I was crying, knowing I was going to kill the man. Robert tried to back away but Dinah's finger pulled down on mine harshly, making the gun fire and I watched in horror as his body became lifeless.

I had just killed a man, and I could feel Dinah silently laughing beside me, the gun dropping from my hands. What was she going to turn me into?