One Shots

Hurt Me Good

Reese

"Don't know why your father didn't marry an another woman, since your mother only got girls," the kidnapper thought he was funny. He coughed after taking an another puff of whatever he was smoking.

"So what's your mystery plan, huh this time? This won't be the first or last time I get kidnapped," talking to the man infront of me, seemingly my only company in this hellhole.

"Waiting for your bodyguard to come and save you, trap him and torture him too. Since, you sweetie no matter what we do with you you aren't spilling any secrets we figured maybe he'll do," laughing hysterically, I really think this mafia lord was thinking he's shit.

"If you think he's going to spill anything, think again, he won't betray my father or me that way,"I knew where Max' loyalty lied, with me.

"It's funny how you think he actually loves you, he only works for your father to get his place back, he knew that it'd be impossible to defeat your father since the backup, so he went through you," he said it like it was obvious.

"No, he's my fahter's guard, what bullshit are you spitting?" I questioned.

"No, honest, his parents were the previous mafia lords, but they left not wanting that for their kid. No one knows where they are or who they are right now,"I could see he wasn't lying. But Max wouldn't do that, would he?

"How are you so sure about it?" I asked.

"Boy looks like his father way too much," he said that shuddering. Were they that bad.

"What makes you think he wants to be the next boss that much?" I was still unsure of his statement.

"If he didn't, why would he come back, why didn't stay with what his parents wanted for him?" He said right back. It seemed confusing, why would he come back.

"If it makes you feel any better, you're still the heiress of the mafia," got to give to Mr.Smoker here to make me feel better.

Silence just took over from here, he just continued smoking, and I sat wondering if this was actually true. Would he use me this way, lie just get back his birthright. This was hurting my heart more than hammering headache caused from too much thinking.

After a while, we heard a crash. Meant, Max is here.

"Looks, your Prince Charming is here to save you," he said mockingly.

"I thought you were going to be soft, now you're back to being a dick,"

"A dick can be hard or soft," he laughed back.

Didn't expect this reply from a man who ran a gang. After hearing gunshots and bodies slamming the floor, the door was kicked open. Max stood there with glory, covered in blood, with messy hair and smirk on his face. Before the kidnapper said anything, the bullet landed between his eyes. No words were even exchanged.

Max turned to look at me and a smile graced his lips, I didn't smile back but raised my tied arms infront of me. He nodded and got a pocket knife before cutting the rope. He did it to my tied before helping me up.

"Let's leave this place, c'mon," he gently leaded me outside, but not before witnessing the dead bodies and blood decorating the floors and walls. We went out and saw the cars lined up including my dad's bodyguards and backup.