The Mafia's Kitten

Whatever Kitty,

"Wow I was expecting your name to be stupid but, Dilayis? I mean how do you even spell that?" I glared at her house
"It doesn't matter." Was all I could mutter.

I walked with her behind me, that was it she was now his wife. Forced. But who would stop him? No one "I'm sure you like this bitch."
"Like what?" I smiled.
"Being adored by our Leader." she chuckled,
"That's a bit presumptuous of you, yes he's hot. Yes, he has all the things I want and need but...Yes, he's a cliché...Yes, I like attention and never really get it...Where am I going with this?"
"You were gonna say 'Yeah you're right Dilayis I do want this treatment and want to suck his massive cock!'" I chirped mockingly in a high voice fluttering my eyelashes "How do you know its massive?" She questioned smirking
"Fuck off."
"'Scuse me?"
"Just reading the shirt niña." I grinned

I stopped with her at two large double doors
"All yours." I walked  down the halls

Kitty's POV

 I looked inside the room shocked. All yours. You got it! I walked around the room gasping occasionally the golden carpeted floor. The black curtains. The white walls. The golden comforter. Even the love seat was beautiful.

The bed bounced slightly causing me to groan. My breath hitched into my throat as I felt strong arms around my waist "Dilayis?" I questioned
"Incorrect." He mumbled. I looked up into his silver gaze. He blinked. "What?"
"You're touching me."
"Is there something wrong with touching my wife?"
"There's something wrong with touching strangers."
"Strangers are just friends we haven't met."
"A: You sound like an optimistic kidnapper and B: Friends don't share a bed."
"Technically I am an optimistic kidnapper. Also, we're a different type of friend."
"No." I wiggled out of his grasp before exiting the room.

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Sorry, I'm bored with writer's block.