volonte || PURE book 3

three

S O F I A 

"Sofia." 

"No." 

"Sof" 

"No." 

"Come on," Dylan whines, giving me his best puppy dog look. I glare right at him, not being phased at all. Over the years, I have gotten used to his deranged looking puppy face. 

"If he wants me to do this mission so soon after my previous one, he can tell me his own god damn self," I tell him, shooing him off. He gives a defeated look before turning on his heels and  exits my room grumbling. After all the years of having to put up with Dimitri, I thought he would at least have to decency to tell me to my face about my next mission. I'm tired of his mood swings. 

One moment he's all lovey dovey, then the next he hates my guts and pushes me away, and then the next he wants to fuck. I'm not in high school anymore, so I don't put up with his shit but that doesn't mean it doesn't hurt. Because whether or not I admit it, I am in love with Dimitri. I always have been and always will be. 

Not even a day after my stabbing, Dimitri demands that I go on another mission and sends my brother to tell me. That really hurt because you would think he cared even a little ounce about me to give me day off after I got stabbed for him, but I guess not.  He's been avoiding me ever since I stormed out of his office. He had no right to be mad! I got stabbed and then sent out like I was a nobody. 

I have served him in the mafia since I was sixteen years old. I don't care who he thinks he is, he will not treat me like some common slut he used to fuck. Not after everything we have been through together. 

Five minutes later, Dylan  bursts into my room looking frantic. He looked around my room before his eyes found my gun on my bed side table. I jump to my feet worried, pulling my gun and ignoring the shooting pain in my thigh. Before I could question him on his antics, he creates a calm facade and tries to cover up his panic. I could tell he was trying to hide something because every time he does, his body twitches. 

"Oh, uh, hey sis. I went to tell Dimitri but he is in a bad mood so I don't think anyone should be talking to him," he laughs nervously, avoiding my gaze. I narrow my eyes in suspicion, watching as he grows tense and starts to sweat. His right eye twitched. 

"Cause, ya know, running a mafia and shit," he coughs, looking around my room. I continue to glare at him, watching him on the brink of breaking. He nervously twitches him hand, starting to back away as an escape. 

"So, uh, the weather huh?" He tries at one last resort but as I continue to stare, he finally breaks and blurts out the truth. 

"IwalkedinonDimitriandanothergirlpleasedon'tkillme," he rushes, falling to his knees and then onto his back. I freeze, and an explainable sense of anger overcomes my senses. It was like my heart slowed down and then in a second, almost exploded out of my chest.  I could feel my hand that was holding my gun, start to shake and my pointer finger itching to pull the trigger.

 "What?" My voice was deadly calm and I knew that I was going to shed blood tonight and it wasn't going to be on my mission. Dylan starts to try and roll out of my room, but gets stuck at the door. Guess he didn't think of that. I slowly walk up to him, cocking my gun. I don't plan to shoot him but it's good to fuck with him, it's easier to get information. 

"Where the fuck are they?" I question, I'm sure everyone could hear the anger in my voice as I practically screamed. Dylan gulps, pointing a shaky finger down the hall. I calmly step over his body and make my way towards Dimitri's office. Maddox comes into my view looking worried. 

"Come on, Sofia, let's go watch a movie," he nervously glances at my gun. I ignore him, continuing my way towards the office but he steps in front of me. I set my glare on him. 

"Get the fuck out of my way." He flinched at the coldness of my tone but reluctantly takes a step aside. Now, Dylan and Maddox started following me, watching as I started shaking with anger. I finally made it to his door, trying to knob but realizing it's locked. 

"Welp, it's locked, let's go-" I aim and fire at the knob. The loud noise echoed the hallway and I know everyone in the Club House heard. The door easily creaked open and what I saw made me feel a mixture of a little of hurt and a lot of anger. I aim my gun at the woman straddling Dimitri's lap, his hands in her hair and cock buried deep inside her. 

She screamed at the commotion and Dimitri glanced up at me and without even flinching, continue to thrust into her. 

"If you know what's good for you Dimitri, you would let her go," I say. My voice was a lower octave and my teeth were clenched. The woman scrambled off his lap and slipped on her clothes as fast as she could. When she turned, my heart clenched even further. 

She looked exactly like me. Blonde hair. Blue eyes. High cheekbones. I close my eyes, trying to calm my anger. She scurried behind me, running out the door. 

"Why the fuck are you in my office?" Was all he said. And that set me over the edge. 

"Boys, get out." I commanded, once I heard the broken door shut, that's when I released all my anger. By emptying my whole magazine except one bullet in the wall beside his head. I walked up real close to him and pointing to gun at his temple, staring him in the eyes. 

"Whatever "relationship", I quote, "we had, is done. I don't do liars," I spit before shooting my last bullet behind his head. I turn, grab my assignment off his desk and start for the door again. 

Before I leave, I pause and look over my shoulder, "if I ever see her around here again, I will cut off her fingers and send them to you." 

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