Being His

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                     ELIJAH KING

My tigress.

    She came in looking quite sexy in her attire, making me want her more. I couldn't resist the urge to rake my eyes all over her luscious figure, goosebumps forming all over my skin.

                Damn.

    As if that wasn't enough to send me to overdrive, the words that spewed past her plump lips sure matched the whole new demeanor. That look she gave, the one that belonged to a true mafia queen. My mafia queen. She sure gave Angela a scare because as soon as her mouth shut, the little bitch was out of the door.

   She was finally turning into the woman I wanted in her.

      She was finally becoming a queen.

    She walked back into my office, her strides confident and her head held high. The heels she wore clicked on the exposed marble floor as her face was void of any expression. The way she swayed her hips while walking towards me almost made me pounce on her like the beast I was and pound her into the motherfucking oblivion.

                  Damn.

She got me hard without even trying.

   She finally stopped when she was face to face with me and without a warning, slapped me across the face. I could feel the anger start to bubble up in me as my face was thrown to the side due to the force.

        She had started acting up and needed to be taught a lesson.

    Her bitchy attitude had started getting on my nerves and it sure wouldn't end well. My fists clenched as my jaw ticked and the vein on the side of my head popped. I moved swiftly and sent a blow to her, not holding back any strength in the hit. She fell down, hand on her face and a hiss sounding in the air.

Not a minute after she was on the floor, she aimed a gun at my chest. My surprise was quickly masked by a smirk, daring her to do it. To my surprise, she didn't even tremble as her hands held the gun firmly. Her middle finger was determined to pull the trigger, only her thoughts stopping her from doing it.

      Definitely a boost in courage.

She slowly stood up, her hand now leaving her bruised cheek and accompanying the other on the gun. Her eyes held no emotion as she stared back at me. It was as if she had nothing to lose if she took my life. I wasn't scared either but rather astonished at the courage she had mustered up.

        I had never even imagined it.

I was pulled out of my thoughts when the gun was fired and immense pain rushed throughout my whole body.

            She actually did it.

My eyes remained on her, brows furrowed as I dropped to my knees.

      I couldn't believe she did it.

The pain was unbearable, a grunt leaving my lips. Blood stained the plush carpet of my office as it oozed out of me in a rush. She slowly lowered the gun, a smile now embedded on her face. The orbs that once held tears now held no emotion, not even an ounce of regret filtering her grass green pools.

           I felt betrayed.

Why would she do this to the man who loved her more than anything in the world?

              My Rose.

With that thought, my eyelids started closing and I drowned into the pit of darkness.

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