Don't try to change me

Part 6

I opened my eyes when the smoke entered my nostrils and stung my all olfactory line.

I gained my all strength to get up but I felt like a shittest hangover...like someone smashed my head with a frying pan repeatedly.

I sat up rubbing my temples and frowned to see smoke everywhere.
I smelled the air and it was the same drug that the devil fucker drugged me with.

I tried to focus and my sight rested on Him.
Him again sitting on a big sofa with a burning joint in his hand.
All set in a dark blue designer suit flashing his evilness.
Bastard
Satanic prick....why don't you die!!!

"Get use to the blood little girl...this is gonna be your life now...if you fucking wanna survive"
he said....so calm and calculated.

I only nodded in silence and rolled my eyes to see that....that I was sitting on an enormous king size bed in a breathtakingly huge luxurious room.

OMFG Was I in His room???? His fucking bedroom??

Yes it was his bedroom.. a room that suits him best...suites A mafia leader
All dark and gloomy, designed by a mastermind.
It was furnished in the shades of greys with everything so big and huge... I mean my whole apartment was smaller than his one bedroom.

I was super shocked but I didn't show my full emotions to that asshole instead I tried to remember all that happened before I blacked out.
And the flashbacks of Lily being killed came to my mind. Again that unpleasant feeling burnt my tongue.

I swallowed the bitterness and tried to remember what the fucking friend of this fucking devil said.
Mario's words wandered in my brain in pieces. I assembled them to interpret something when I saw the devil glided towards the bed.

And whoops
I damn forgot everything.
I felt my heart racing when he adjusted his ass on the bed near me.

  He smoked on my face and I got that stinging sensation back...
no no not again... I m surely not gonna hit it again.

Before I could defend he held my chin with his hand and carried his joint in my mouth.
Did he want me to become a goddamn drug addict.

I being under his spell hit a fucking 5 seconds puff.
My eyes turned red and face stiff. I used to smoke weed in my college but what he smoked was so freaking high.

"Lets talk some serious business little virgin" he said piping his joint.

"So what exactly I have to do captain?"
I felt numb and dumb like never before.

"It's Brand" he scoffed back.

" yes captain Brand" I said saluting him.
I knew I felt so freaking stupid!!

He rubbed his nose with his hand like he was trying to hold his anger.

" you need to improve first you crazy little girl"

"What??? improve ?? How??" I asked him confusingly.
"Improve in your crazy bitch attitude and your basic fighting and defensive skills"

" oh God I'll be fighting with mafia men.... waowww" I tried to teased him.

" And I'll be training you with that" he spat back.
"That will be my honour captain" I again saluted him.