The one thing he cannot do for her is that he cannot change Himself and would never let her change Him.
Drugs ,abusive language and mature content
Just a work of fiction
"What!!!! Why do you want me to kill him? You, Mario or even any other mafia man can do that"
I tried to control my nervousness, not to be overly dramatic. I knew being in mafia and being lady boss of fucking mafia,I was supposed to kill people, it was in the job description but I still wasn't used of doing that.
"Babe I told you that this is going to be your test, besides if you won't be able to kill that bastard I'll better think of you just as my bedtime fun"
Brand's words, although cruel, were said softly as his eyes sparked with same softness when he pulled out the pistol from his jacket and offered me. I knew he didn't want to be harsh, but what he said was damn fact. Brand didn't want me to be a whore for his fun like others, he gave me respect over others , he gave me place in his house and his office and he fucking tried to train me for his mafia.
After thinking quick I nodded firmly, taking the pistol from Brand's hand and motioned my steps to enter the room. My eyes momentarily met with Brand's eyes, positive and appreciative.
As I walked inside the cold, dark and smelly room, my face came face to face with the bloodied and damaged face of Simon. He was older and withered with grey peppery hair. He was a disfigured mess of blood and bruises. Broken arms and legs, cuts and concussions on the whole face with blood splattered torn up suit. He was certainly miserable, dead more than alive.
His bruised black eyes flickered on me and his blood gushing lips turned into a smile as he looked at the gun in my hand.
"So are you here to kill me little girl" He said in a raspy voice that irritated me.He still had heart to mock at me in this pathetic condition.
I said nothing, my eyes trailing over his broken beaten body. I gripped the metal in my hands, giving myself a nod of reassurance, before I raised the barrel of gun at his head.
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He didn't seem surprise or frighten at all. Instead he smirked showing his blood tainted teeth. I knew he was hella weak and helpless in that condition but his eyes and fucking evil smile annoyed me to core.
"Are you the little Yaya Sperbund???" He said in the same tone, completely unfazed by the gun I had pointed at him. My name from his mouth gave me chills. How the fuck did he know my name.
"How do you know my name?" I scoffed, still not moving the gun from him.
"Well everyone knows the new sex toy Brand Salvatore purchased for his pleasure" He hummed as he tilted his wounded head back and closed his eyes.
"Shut the fuck up" I shouted like a maniac as his words pierced my body and soul. I lost all the sanity and control I had as I heard him say that. It was true Brand purchased me but I was much more of a fucking slut that the world thought of me. He chuckled darkly, more blood spilled from his open wounds onto the floor.
