A name like Dallas Lexington. A name like mine. It's not a name you'd hear often. Dallas. Lexington. Wow what a beautiful name. That's what a many have said to me. I've met others with names much more beautiful. There is one woman who is believed to have a beautiful name, because she is a beautiful woman with an irresistible smile. Smiley. No one knows her real name.
Everyone knows what her family business is. She's a mafia boss. She has a beautiful daughter whom everyone calls Mars. I do know Mars' last name. Feuer. It means fire in German. No one knows Smiley's identity. We most likely never will.
"excuse me, are you using this lighter?" I hear a soft voice beside me. I turn and see a stunning woman with a beautiful smile. "No, no. Go ahead." I respond politely. The woman takes the lighter and lights her cigar. "What's your name, sweetie?" She asks me. I can see something behind her eyes. I'm not quite sure what it is but there's something there. "I'm Rhea." I tell her. That's not really my name. My mom has always told me to never give anyone my real name.
"No, you're not."
My eyes widen and I look the woman in the eyes again. She still has a smile on her face. I hesitate to answer, her smile is throwing me off. She blows cigar smoke in my face and gets close to me, a little too close. "I said what's your name?" she repeats. I gulp and take a swig of my beer. "My name's Dallas. Dallas Lexington." I reply dryly. The woman nods and takes a knife out of her pocket, she starts to clean it. "I want you to work for me. You look like you have potential. I've needed a spy ever since I killed my last one." She tells me, nonchalant. I take a leap of faith and ask her a dangerous question.
"What's your name?" the woman slightly chuckles and sips her wine. "You can call me boss. Or a more well-known name by the locals is Smiley."
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I've been working for Smiley for a year now and I've finally met her daughter. "Mars, where's your mother?" I ask the girl. I hadn't heard from Smiley in a while and as far as I knew the gang was still functioning. "She's not here." she replies simply. I groan under my breath and stand up with a sigh. "well do you know where she is?" I ask Mars.
"I do. But she's not in the best state right now."
I run my hands through my hair and smile slightly. "Okay, take me to her." Mars crosses her arms as if she's contemplating whether to take me to Smiley or not. I look to my left and see a picture of Smiley, Mars, and a man whom I assume is Mars' father. "Is your father here?" I ask. Something in Mars sparks at the mention of her father. She looks up at me with a look of absolute horror and pure hatred. "He was a poison to us. I'm glad mommy killed him." Mars says softly. My eyes widen with shock as I listen for what she says next.
"That's also the reason I killed mommy. She was a poison. She whispered to me like she was the devil."
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Poison
General FictionEveryone has a different thing they hate. It becomes a poison to them. But what happens when that poison pulls you in, lulls you, and you can't find your way out? It's like you've fallen into a rabbit hole, and the only one who can get you out, is t...