The Shade's Of You. | ✓

10

Unknown.

The stench of blood fills my nose when a couple of my men stroll into the room, joining the rest much too late.

My finger tightens around the trigger and I quickly point it at them, shooting all six of the sick people, ignoring the sound of bodies falling against the hard cement.

“Get that cleaned up, quickly, marrrizzze!” I call.

Everyone else stares at me with widen and terrified eyes as if I'm about to kill them next, maybe I will and maybe I won't. It all depends on what they tell and provide me.

“So where's my princessa?” I smile and look around them, nothing, I turn back to them and pout. “No?”

They shake their heads no, confirming my speculation and I grow angry at the confess, what the fucking hell. “Well, explain yourselves before I shoot every dick in this room!” I yell and point the gun towards them before dropping it on the desk and wait for someone to start explaining.

“M— mistress. . .”.

“S— she got away.”

“The Kings men is faster and were q— quicker.”

Anger. Red hot, bloody fucking anger. That's all I feel and welcome right now, I couldn't care about anything else.

“You idiots, you fucking idiots!” I scream and fling the knife straight at one of them and they dodge it, expertly as usual but this time, I wanted to hurt them, for real.

“Capo ci dispiace.” One of them rushes out.

I laugh, head thrown back and evil laugh. “You're sorry? One fucking job, that's all you idiots had, one job.” I hiss and throw another knife towards their direction.

I stand from my chair and narrow my eyes at these fucking useless pieces of shits that I spent years on training and for what? For them to go and fuck up on something so simple as kidnapping some bratty twenty year old.

“Where did she go then?” I ask the same question.

They shrug and spare each other a long glance before looking back at me, “Mafia King, yo—” I wave them off.

I pinch the bridge of my nose, such a fucking simple mission. Kidnap a girl, bring her here, use her for our plan. That was all, how the fuck can you mess that up?

“Fine,” I hiss through gritted teeth.

Another knife flings from my hands, landing straight at the wall, straight on target at the pretty blue eyed girl.

I need to kill the fucking bitch and I need to fucking kill her now! Before things get too complicated too fast. She needs to be gone, removed from the fucking picture now. I don't care how but this is her fate, that I've set out for her. She must die by my hands and only mine.

“Who do we have next up? I need a fucking solid plan here, I'm tired of this back and forth. We need to go now, now, now! Get someone, someone good and smart.” I order.

Who knew a stupid young adult would get me so fucked up over? Not me. It's so fucking stupid but it needs to get done and I plan to do exactly that, get it done, as soon as possible. I need to blow something up soon.

I hate waiting around like this especially now since we're practically stuck with nothing because of my fucking idiotic men. I need to get rid of soon them too.

I sigh and walk back over to my desk, plopping on top of it. I stare at the yellow folder before ripping it open and staring at the contents— another fucking useless thing.

A girl, dark hair and dark eyes.

So familiar looking,

Where did I see her?

I stare longer at the girl who smiles while dancing at. . . where is this place? Fuck, I swear, I've been gone too long.

My fingernail stained with red, a blood red, my favorite kind, outlines the pretty girls face and digs right through the picture, cutting and tearing at it until it's just a face.

I smile, perfect.

Just how I like them, broken beyond repair.

I have a strong feeling that this girl will be the answer to all my petty problems, yes yes, she is going to me perfect and she is going to be my little play thing, my little doll.

“This one, bring her in, yes?”

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