property of the mafia

one

"wanna bet?"

"y/n, please shut up. he is not going to call-, "

the iPhone ringtone disrupting her sentence. "i told you!" she rolled her eyes at me as she reached for her phone.

"hello," she answered. "no, kade. stop calling me."

"queen shit."

"leave me alone, speak to your other hoes. stop fucking calling me." she hung up and sighed.

"storm, block him and get dressed we're going to the club."

"hell yeah." she smiled as she pressed a button on her phone. she moved up and laid down on my chest. "i love you, don't ever die on me."

"you too, we gonna die at the same time. ok?"

"yes ma'am."

"ok, let's do this."

* * *

i watched as I fixed up my hair in the mirror, i had on a pink cami and skirt, with a ripped light blue jean jacket over.

"yes bitch work it, you so cute." storm hyped me up and smacked my ass. i gave her the side-eye. she had on a white strapless top with some light blue flared jeans. "alright, you ready? the uber just pulled up."

"yup let's go." i said, walking out the front door, my heels tapping against the floor.

"i'm tired of his bullshit."

"period." we got into the car and drove off listening to the radio which had taylor swift playing. i'm not going to lie but her music slaps.

the night air hit my face making me relaxed. i felt excited, oblivious to what was going to happen an hour away. the only thing i was worried about was sweating off my makeup. "oh we're here," storm exclaimed.

i opened the door, the cold autumn air hitting me fully. storm following me soon after. "it's brick out here!"

"i know, shit i might just move to florida." she grabbed my hand and we speed-walked towards the club, the music getting louder as we got closer. when we opened the door the scent of alcohol, weed, and sweat assaulted our noses. "it smells like ass in here wow."

"i know, but let's go get a drink cause i'm tryna get drunk tonight!"

"what can I get for you ladies tonight?" the bartender asked as we sat on the comfy leather stools.

"can we get two margaritas?"

"coming right up."

"so girl you heard that Nicki had her baby?"

"yeah, I can't wait to see how the baby looks!"

* * *

six shots and a margarita later storm was grinding on this one girl and i was using the hookahs while talking to a guy. "so elijah, did you know raccoons have human-like hands."

"no way!"

i took out my phone and searched up 'raccoon hands' and showed him. "you can probably shake their hand." i imagined what that would look like and burst out laughing. then he started with me. 

"shit, what time is it?"

"it's 1:32, what's wrong?"

"i have to go, work in the morning. you have my number right?"

"mhm, i'll text you later."

"alright bye, take care of yourself." he gave me quick hug and left.

storm plopped down next to me and took a quick hit of the hookah. "he was so cute!" storm said.

"right! you wanna head out now?"

"yes i'm so tired." we got up and held each other for support. as soon as we headed for the back door, two gunshots went off. "let's go!"

making it out the back, we ran down this dark alley. not a good idea but you could probably hide. "lets go behind here." i pointed at a place where there wasn't much light shining. as we were waiting, i saw the silhouette of a very big man.

"boss, i don't see her. no, no. alright."

is he talking to himself or am i just high?

"y/n, come out. i don't bite."

what the fuck? i looked at storm, she was covering her mouth and staring at something. i glanced in that direction and saw a rotting human hand. "oh my god."

"found you."

the man that was calling out for me suddenly picked me up. storm panicked and tried pulling me from his grip, but he pushed her back causing her to fall. i was screaming at the man to let me go, he then pulled out a cloth and covered my nose.

i was trying to fight back but my eyes were threatening to close. the last thing on my mind was 'am i going to die?' before it all went black.