Don't try to change me

Part 8

"So all packed up for the go?" Mario asked me sarcastically as I was zipping my samsonite travel suitcase.
"Do I have any other option? I retorted back in annoyance.
"Fuck no...that's your duty" he smirked as he was sipping some beer.
"Yeah!!! Duty to serve A Mafia Boss...bloody hell"

I was totally pissed off and equally scared at the sudden plan of going Saint Malo, France with the Devil alone.
He just ordered me to pack my stuff and informed me that we would be leaving in the noon.
After our last encounter or better said our first sexual encounter, we didn't see each other.
Obviously I was embarrassed and confused as fuck...!!

Mario told me that the devil was busy with some cocaine smuggling from Asia... big work..must be damn busy!!!
After receiving his shipment at his harbour safely, he had to attend some fucking important illegal conference in Saint-Malo where all these brutal insane mafia mobsters had to meet.

I dressed up into a yellow summer dress and paired it with long straps sandals. The second I buckled up my shoe, he grabbed me and pushed me out of the door.
"Hey my bags are there" I said all startled by his quick action.
"Mario would better take care of that."
He didn't bother to look at me and began walking down the halls. I cursed him under my breath to which he didn't pay any mind.
He pulled me outside to the garage where all of his personal vehicles were parked.

"Waoww... do you own all of these?"
I asked him slowly as I stared them all and my eyes glimmered.
"Yes"
He only shrugged his shoulders.

From Lamborghinis to Audi's to Ferrari's and Benz...he had every super car lined up.

"Pick one" he said as he grasped my ass.

Omg it felt like hardest task ever!!!
I pointed at his Lamborghini RWD to which he smiled..... yes I guess it was a smile because I saw some beautiful dimple formed on his cheek....damn man!!!

"Get the fuck in girl" he said strolling towards the driving seat.
I walked to the passenger seat and got inside with excitement. But it was just temporary when the Devil started driving....it was an absolutely shit.
He was a lunatic driver... reckless asshole!!
As if driving rules were not for him as he blew off everything on his way.
I squeezed my eyes shut and my head felt dizzy.
After fifteen minutes of his crazy driving... he came to a stop.
I opened my eyes and looked around to see a big runway.

"Let's go"
He got out of the car and I reluctantly followed him.

I got frightened when I saw two black SUV parked just beside us but the Devil wasn't fazed at all.

"Relax!!!My men little girl"

Oh yeah how could I forget....I was a part of Mafia now.!!!
The devil gripped my wrists tightly leading us towards his personal jet waiting for us to get boarded.

"Don't tell me you own this too??"
These words just slipped out of my mouth in amazement.

He just smirked and made me climb the staircase of the jet.
It was incredible how everyone feared of the Devil. No one could dare to question his authority.

A hot chick air hostess welcomed us and made us sit on the luxurious black leather seats of the plane. I sat in front of him uncomfortable as hell.
And he sat there in his crisp suit, his slicked hair shining in the light...Dammit it sucked when your enemy was that fucking sexy.

I was sharing some uncomfortable silence with the devil while he looked like he was busy sending emails on his phone. He often glanced from his phone and glared at me.
I tried my best to adjust myself there in that super irritating environment. Hours later I felt my eyes heavy and sleep visited me. I didn't know how but I fell asleep.