NASIEKU: MAFIA ROMANCE

26: Devil Is A Gentleman

"Get on your knees, Nas," Mike roared his expression cold.

Fucked up doesn't even begin to explain my life. My body was trembling as confusion clustered my mind. Panic crept in as the betrayal begun to sting.

"I said get on your fucking knees Nas, trust me you don't want me to repeat that again," Mike threatened, the barrel of the gun resting on my head.

"Trust you?" I quizzed my head starting to throb furiously.

"What do we have here?" Roy chuckled walking towards us. "I never thought you had the balls, Scorpion."

Well, when I said satan was dancing with my destiny, Micheal Chambers was the satan.

I glanced at Roy my mouth agape blood steaming under my skin. My knees felt weak and I knew I was minutes away from passing out or throwing up, maybe both.

"You are alive!" I blurted out scanning Roy. He had bruises on his face, the top of his nose covered with an Elastoplast and his left hand bandaged.

Roy held my gaze and a smile curved on his lips, "yes love I'm alive and kicking. But you, my sweet Nas, won't be alive for long," he smirked at me running his unbandaged hand through his blonde curly hair.

My stomach lurched and mouth felt dry. "What's happening?" I directed the question to Mike.

"Your boyfriend here is in the American mafia and he was ordered to kill you," Roy mumbled casually.

There was an ache in my chest, it climbed up in my throat and was threatening to suffocate me. I held on to my chest as my breathing became laboured.

I shook my head in denial, this was a sick game, "you don't come across as a criminal," I said my eyes focused on Mike.

"That's because I'm good at what I do sunflower," Mike sputtered his face devoid of emotion.

The ache in my chest bloomed again. I began trembling as fear crept in. Tears stung my eyes but I struggled to keep them at bay. This was clearly not a time to cry.

"I thought you loved me!" I whispered.

"Because you are naive, Nas, I could never love someone like you," Mike interjected curtly.

I blinked severally trying to stomach what Mike had said. It couldn't be true! Oh my God please don't let it be true. "That's not true."

"You honestly believed that I loved you? You are not even my type Nas," Mike shrieked, with a swift motion he recklessly pushed me to the ground and I landed on my knees.

It was like acid had been poured down my throat, it trickled down my chest and burned in my stomach. This was a betrayal of my lifetime, it stung to the core.

"Why?" I huffed tears streaming down my face. "Why me?"

There were a million women he could have chosen to play this evil game with but he chose me. He could have chosen his type for that matter. He used me and now was going to kill me!

"Because you are easy and fucking naive, Nas. It was easy to fuck with your emotions, I have to admit it was fun fucking with you, " He snickered and Roy chuckled.

"Have some pity on the poor chick, Scorpion. You don't have to be that blunt." Roy smirked lighting a cigar.

I loathed the day I was born. My heartbeat so fast and loud I'm sure they could hear it. I was terrified out of my skin. I was going to die in the name of false love.

"You don't have to kill me, Mike, if its money you want my dad will give you, please don't do this," I pleaded between sobs.

"Money?" Mike said and they chuckled loudly. "Did you hear that Python? The stupid chick thinks we are doing this because we want her money, so fucking stupid." They busted out laughing.