Ephemeral
(adj.) lasting for a short time.
Willow's POV
I was sleeping peacefully until someone decided to wake me up. They didn't wake me up as a normal person would. They were shaking me so roughly.
“Boss wants to see you!” the person yelled before I heard my door slam shut. I groaned but got out of bed anyway. I walked out of my room and to the office. I know I looked like a walking zombie and smell like shit but that's what they get for waking me up this early. I was only wearing an oversized shirt that reached mid-thigh. I was not wearing anything over my panties. Like any other day, I didn't knock and he seemed to be in a meeting.
“They said you wanted to see me?” I asked and he nodded before pointing at a chair next to his.
“Please sit down,” he said and I chuckled.
“You've seen me, now bye-bye,” I said and was ready to leave when he stopped me.
“I said come sit next to me,” he ordered and I turned around to face him.
He doesn't own me. I ignored his finger and went to sit on the couch. I decided to lay there for a bit.
“Willow! Don't you dare sleep there!” he yelled but I didn't listen. Who am I to listen to what he is saying when he woke me up before the chickens?
“Please excuse me, gentlemen,” he said and I felt myself being picked up and thrown onto a hard shoulder as he left with me. A door was opened before I was thrown onto a bed. I didn't groan or complain. I just cuddled more into the fluffy pillows. He groaned before shutting my door. I turned to the other side and pulled the covers over my head.
I may have slept for fifteen minutes before I heard loud music coming from the living room. I took one pillow and put it over my head to muffle the noise but it didn't help. I groaned and got out of bed. I'm so gonna kill the person who is making so much noise so early in the morning.
It was Brielle. She was twerking and shaking her ass on Bradley. I sighed and went to my deadly tone. Even granny was coming down the stairs and ready to kill whoever disturbed her sleep.
“We are trying to sleep,” I said and the door opened to reveal Angelica in pink clothes. She is a grown-ass and not a stupid five-year-old to be pink barbie.
“Who is making so much noise?” Granny asked and I looked at Brielle. I sighed and walked to the speakers. I turned it off and she turned to me.
“We are trying to sleep,” I stated again and she smirked taking the remote and switching the music on and the volume high. Again. I walked to her and yanked the remote from her. I turned it off. She yanked the remote back and turned it on. I'm not gonna play this game with her. I walked to the storage room and took the baseball bat. I went back to the living room and started hitting the speakers. I also hit the TV. Breaking almost everything that woke me and granny up. Once I was satisfied, I turned around and was met with a slap. My head craned to the side as my cheek started burning, I looked back at the one who had the guts to put their filthy hands on a lunatic.
Of course, it had to be Angelica. I hate her with passion if I must be honest. I punched her and heard her nose crack. I'm happy I was able to do that to her. She charged at me and I fell with her on top of me. She started scratching my face but I managed to flip us over so now I was on top. I started punching her repeatedly and she screamed without hitting back. I was moved from her but my hands were in her hair so she had to get up with me. My grip on her hair was like iron. When I let go of her hair, she fell back down and hit the replaced table breaking it again. I could feel the glass pieces piercing through her skin.
“You bitch! How dare you!” Brielle started but Bradley stopped her. I was pulled to my bedroom while granny was smiling looking at the stupid Angelica.
“You don't fight with my guests,” Sean said once he threw me on the bed.
“Your guests won't come here and disrespect me and my... No. Your granny,” I stated and he chuckled before looking at the ceiling.
“I was in the middle of a meeting,” he stated the obvious. Like I didn't know that.
“And I was on the date,” I stated taking a step toward him.
“With whom?” he asked making a confused face and I scoffed.
“My bed dammit!” I yelled and he took a step backward. He raised one finger and tried to say something but nothing came out so he left my room. Now I won't be able to sleep. I groaned and went to the bathroom. I took a shower and headed to my closet. I picked a black mini skirt and a black crop top. I put on my black thigh-high heels. I walked to Sean's office to find out why he wanted to talk to me earlier.
Heads were turned when I walked inside his office. Some girls gave me the 'you are so dead' look. He is my husband, the only first person to be dying would be you.
“Why did you tell them to wake me up?” I asked and he chuckled before making me sit on the chair next to his.
“You come in here an hour and thirty minutes later to ask me that?” He asked and I scoffed and went to get up but he stopped me.
“How do you feel about moving away from here?” he asked and I turned to him with raised eyebrows.
“What do you mean moving away from here?” I asked and he chuckled.
“My mafia will be the top one if we expand it,” and I'm still confused.
“How is moving away expanding your mafia and where are you moving?” I asked and he chuckled again.
“There are some gangs in a certain country. I take them and train them as my own then bam. I have the number one hugest mafia on the entire earth.”
“Then bam. You are the most wanted man in the entire world. You also didn't answer my question,” he sighed before looking at the ceiling.
“I will have the face of my mafia. I already thought about that,” nobody would want to be a target of the biggest mafias out there and we both know it. Except if that person is stupid.
“Where are you moving to?” I repeated my question and he raised an eyebrow.
“It's we, darling. We are moving together,” he says, and felt like he answered me. But he didn't.
“Where are we moving to?” I repeated my question and he smiled. It better be the nicest country of them all.
“Western Merrier”
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