This story is a roller coaster events of Mary's life which has many romantics, horrific yet every girl's dream sort of events.
Read this story to find out about her. . !
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IVAN
I am a man how never regrets anything. I had killed almost half of mafia men populations, never regretting once. I had fucked many women, played with them, led them on. . Never regretted once. But, today that was about to change.
I regret not being her with madame.
I regret this.
She is a breath of fresh air. She is the light in our dark lives. She is someone who is fierce yet gentle, Strong yet sensitive, Independent yet dependent. She is everything a man can ask in a woman. Yet I was not her to save her from his Fucker.
Right now, He is going to regret even looking at madame.
When you hear the cries of a man who dare laid a finger on someone He was suppose to protect with his own miserable life. Yet, he dare touch her.
The voice of breaking bones under my hand resounded seconds before the terrible cry of this man.
Ahhhhhh. This is what everyone will be going through if they even think about touching her let alone Rape her.
"Remind me, why'm I here, wasting my time breaking your bones, when I can be peacefully sleeping with my Princess upstairs." I said rather calmly putting the bloody hammer on the table, taking a sip of my whiskey.
Nothing seems to calm me down today. In the span of mere 2 hours, Mary was abused, bruised and almost raped, and all I did was not to protect her.
Fuck.
"I'm sorry Boss. I'm sorry. I didn't knew she was our madame." Gage said blood leaking from his mouth.
Before I could even react, all I make out was the metallic grey coat of . .
Nikolai.
Okay, things are going to be very interesting. I smiled to myself.
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All I could make out and process is that Mary was about to get Raped . and the one doing is was my own fucking man.
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. What is wrong with me today? Why am I and Axel failing to save her!
"Brother." Axel said, smoking whilst drinking whiskey.
I punched the cunt so so many times that my own knuckles are bleeding and bruised, yet I'm, still not satisfied.
I kept punching him. I know he is no more alive. Died hours ago, yet I want to turn his face into shred meat. I had already chopped off his finger, gouge out his eyeballs, cut-out his lips, chopped his manhood yet I'm not satisfied.
Images of Mary kept appearing in my mind's eye and then only one thought repeatedly makes me a berserk, a Beast:
What is I was late few more minutes. . Mary . . .
This tough alone makes me disgusted with myself. All the Money, Power, Ammunition, everything under my hand yet I failed to save the only soul I care about.
I ketp going on and on when I could feel Rose shouting our names.
In an instant, Me and my brother were running upstairs to find out what is wrong.
"Boss, she is not well." Rose said tears falling down her face.
Axel dashed into the room, I hot on his heels. Rose is right, she is not fine. Not is she as pale as the sheets beneath her but she is as cold as Antarctica.
"Get the car out Vasely." Axel shouted.
"Should I change her Boss?" Rose asked looked at Mary's clothes.
"We don;t have time, Rose." said wrapping blankets around her petite frame, lifting her up while Axel had gone to get some guns.
"Can I come with you, Boss?" Rose asked anxiously.
I simply nodded my head.
Honking the horn is the indication that Axel is waiting for Us. I carefully and gently lifted Mary's feather-light body in my strong arms and in that precise moment it shattered my heart that I hadn't saved her.
