4, July 2018, Unknown location
The blindfild came off and the earbuds were taken out finally, adjusting my eye's to the brightness I found myself in aw of what surrounded me. It was a enormous room will with midevil style paintings, the walls tan and gold, pillars at least 20 feet tall, furniture worth more than me and everything I owed, and a fireplace that was at least 5×5 feet wide. And to top it off at least 40 men and women all sitting at a single table in all kind of fancy clothes beyond what I could afford.
"Ho,ly shii-"
I was shoved in the side by Benjamin who gave me a sign this was probably not the best place to cuss so I stopped.
"Manson, Welcome to my homes meeting room, and these are my guest, I would introduce them all one at a time but there is no time for that, we have business to discus"
He gestured to a open seat that was across from a chair that would be the throne to a king inwhich he sat down in clearing his throat grabbing the attention of all the men and women of the room.
"Lady's and Gentleman of the Malanchi Familia, it has come to our attention that the assassination attempt on the Satans wrath biker gang leader Dill Roberts was a fail. Here I have next to me, the one responsible for our failure. We shall now talk of what we are going to do with him."
My heart sank, eyes widened, and my jaw dropped. I could feel myself grow cold as my soul left my body when I realized all eyes even benjamins were looking at me with emotionless expressions. I wanted to run out the room but I remembered what these kind of people were, they were mobsters and if anything very powerful ones who knew things beyond what I could think of if I were angery at somone.
"H-h-hold on...we can talk about this right?? RIGHT!? Oh crap.."
I began to shake more wiping coming tears from my eyes crying like a child.
Footsteps came from the far side of the room and began to get louder and louder till they stopped, next came the cocking sound of a gun. Silence was the main guest of the room with faint crying and sobbing until three maybe four shots rang loud in the room killing the silence before a loud scream was let out. The guest gasped and began to chatter amongst themselves.
"W-what..what happened...? Im alive??"
I opened my eye's to see I had pissed myself, I then looked up a bit and saw bullet holes in the table. A gun slammed onto the table causing me to jump.
"Your alive because I chose you to be. When those bikers attacked you one of them that you had killed was his drug lord along side him one of the other ones you killed was his war general. It may have not been professional but you did good for me."
He put his hand out for mine. It was either do or die and I did not feel like dying. I shook his hand feeling myself embarrassed into a hug before being Italian style kissed on the cheeks.
"Let us celebrate!" He yelled and the others clapped their hands and cheered proudly in a comfused way with mutter amongst the continued soft claps of the few guest. I don't know what I've gotten myself into...I think I can take that bullet to the brain offer still? I began biting into my nails like I was a teen girl at a pillow party watching and waiting for the dragged out jumpscare to happen with a scream caught in the back of my throat ready to be shouted before running away or hiding behind the thin pillow believed to protect me from the rest of it.
A deep, graspy, yet tempoed chuckle came from next to me walked next to and into my nostrils the smell of smoke followed by a very sweet wine aroma.
I looked up to not see it be Benjamin but a different man. Cold dark green eyes set into a sunken in complexion stared me dow. He was tall, close to 6 ft type tall, built like a 1920s strongman you'd see in the posters, long braded with string and beads red beard with his hair done the same but rolled into cornrolls before the process of brading and beading, he had on a shirt that wasn't even a shirt but as thin as paper hugging his torso and a pair of black skimmy jeans with black cowboy boots. He with his other hand stroked his handlebar moustache and down his beard before looking at Benjamin soaking in the scared pissless me.
"Well well whell! Whuat do we have herea? New meat for my axe davanya? Yes?? He is losing edge and quite bored Benny Bunny."
Benjamin growled at him and look at me pokerfaced nudging his head for me to follow him. We arrived at a bedroom after leaving the room of question filled muttering guest where a maid that was holdinf clothes and a butler holding a small briefcase and basket stood by the enormous bed.
"Your new clothes, identity slash other important Gov papers, small accessories that we wouldn't find
hard to leave behind and brand new 9mm and .45cal aling with last but not least new car keys and starting 1 million dollars are awaiting you with those two assistants which by the way will answer to any and all calls you
yell for, they may be under you but they are not afraid to slit your throat
if need be, both are x-assassins and should be dead from the feds but I saved their asses so now they're in
debt to me...CHOW!"
With that the door was closed behind me and I was left with pissed in aqua blue pants in front of two ex killers who are supoosed to be dead looking like a retarded deer tranced by oncoming headlights not knowing
what to do.
"Just to let you know I may be
wearing this sleevy maid outfit but
I'm not going to fuck you or suck you
Off regardless of with or without a
Rubber cunt. I'll make you do a
Marylin Manson and suck yourself
Off if you'd like."
I was completely sent inti red flag zone
All over in ky mind embarrassed more
And flailing my arms around like an
Idiot.
"WHAT!? NONONONONONONO! I didn't and don't want that! You look goo- I mean se-Ah!! You look nice! It
Really..uhm..makes you look..aaaah-
THONK! I was hit the the head with
a tape roll from a table on the other side of the room where the oldee
butler stood in a throwing stance
and sighed.
"MR.SALVADOR! I find it quite RUDE
to act in such an inappropriate
manner! Let alone a woman at that!
I may be a slight bit older than you
but rest assure you I will hang you
on my hunting wall next to all my
other rare creatures! You must get dressed for the next party and learn
your proper mannering as well as
more, I am Kingsly, this is Juliet..the..
one..sigh..who will be calling you cunt
till she feels you are mire suited into
your new life. Welcome to a do or die game of thugs and monsters
Mr. Salvador."
'Fuck me I thought...'
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