The Mob Boss's Retribution [18+]

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I sat in the passenger seat of a black sports car, shivering.

Call me pussy or a loony I just saw a man's brain on the floor and threw up.

I've seen better days on my life. I swear I've seen better days in my life.

After I was done with my episode of throwing up on the expensive ass carpet, I cried at the disgusting sight of blood and wobbly wiggly shit in the floor and then screamed in fear.

Roman left the man, or what was left of him in the office floor and dragged me outside and into the car where he firmly warned not to scream like a whore. I didn't.

The man or any man or women was yet to make an appearance as I hugged my arms from the coldness of me.

After hearing the gunshot, the silence seemed more silent and I was more terrified then ever of the monster that resides under that Armani suit.

The driver's side opened and Roman slid in, wearing a different shirt then he was before.

I looked away from his sharp and controlled features and counted the damn trees.

The car purred to life in a smooth glide and vroomed toward the main highway that took us put of the club's premises.

In this week going back and forth to the villa I somewhat knew the roadway. But Roman took an unexpected turn.

"Where are you taking me?" I asked the panic palpable in my voice, shaking slightly.

If it was up to me, I'd fucking sprint away from this cocker and never look back in a ten thousand years and the next lifetime.

The drugs and the strippers and the random fucks that he portrayed while he was at the club gave away that 'fucking mess with me, I dare you' vibes.

Tonight his actions screamed, 'mess with me and I'll kill you' warnings. Not vibes.

It was a clear and transparent warning between the closed doors.

"Fucking where are you taking me, Roman!" I yelled, pathetic, fat tears trying to escape my eyes, as I fingered the door handle, trying to get the bastard open. "Fucking, let me out!"

"Quiet." He ordered, imperturbable of my ludicrous actions to get the car door open.

I do not want to be within a twenty mile radius of their bastard.

"I just want to go to sleep!" I cried. "Please!" My cries or lunatic attempt didn't hound him a bit.

He kept cruising toward wherever with his messed up mind, in the process of me scratching his cherry colored leather interior with my nails in order to feed my frustration.