The Gang Leader's Desire

(Chapter 5) Guns and chocolate

I spent the rest of the day in my room crying myself to sleep.

I did not want to see anyone.

I felt like the world was against me.

I heard the door fly open and someone stomping in.

I don't roll over to see who it is.

I lay in a protective curl over my stomach.

I would let nothing happen to this baby.

"Get up, you have work." He demands.

I don't move, pretending not to hear him.

I hear him growl and then he comes over and rip the blankets off of me.

I felt very vulnerable

"Now!"

I pull the blanket back over me.

"Get the fuck up or else."

"Or else what?" I ask

He clenches his jaw.

I feel his strong arms worm their way under my body.

He lifts me up like I'm a pop tart.

"You're fatter than I thought" he scoffs

I wish I could burn a hole in his heart.

He drops me on the floor and my head smashes into his leg.

"Fuck!" I yell bringing my hands to my head.

He grabs my hair and starts to drag me.

I start to scream.

"Let me get up you arrogant selfless bastard!"

He lets go of my hair which makes my head slam into the marble.

"I gave you your chance." 

"I hate you." I spit out while looking up at him.

He smirks, "The feeling is mutual puttana (whore)."

I got up and followed behind him keeping a far enough distance.

We went down a flight of stairs and into a cellar looking place with doors with very small windows lining the grey corridor.

"What's in there?" I ask

He doesn't respond.

We continue walking until we come to a door where he opens it and gestures me inside.

I hesitate to go in but do.

Inside is a shooting range and a bunch of guns.

"Why am I-" I turn to him and see he's not there.

"Wha-" 

"Choose a gun puttana (whore)"

I hear his voice boom out.

I look around and see he is standing behind some glass on the far side staring daggers at me.

"The names Alia."

The glass has to be bullet proof because he must know I would purposely shoot him any day.

I do as he says and grab a gun.

I've only held a gun once with my dad when he showed me how to shoot a can when I was 7.

The thought made my eyes water, but I suck it up and try to find an easy looking gun.