You Belong To Me

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• R I P P E R •

There had been a massive weight lifted off my shoulders since Annabella and I made up. The next few days were argument free. We were only apart for three days, but they were the longest 3 days of my life so far.

It felt like we had to make up for lost time so that's exactly what we did. I had exactly 2 weeks until the underworld gathering. Usually this was a time for us important folk to meet up and assess what others had to offer. It was a time where you could buy and sell guns, drugs, land, property, you name it. However this years was going to be a little different. This year there would be nothing illegal going on. No illegal chat, no illegal activity, nothing.

Actually that's a lie.

There would be something illegal going down that night. Me putting a bullet through Lorenzo Maxwell's head. That day I left him in his house to rot was a mistake. I should've taken him down there and then. Instead I listened to Little Red and let him off nicely. This time I wouldn't be making the same mistake.

This time it's on sight.

It wasn't hard to get intel on exactly what Maxwell and the FBI had in store. I made a quick phone call to Adams cousin - who was in the FBI - and he was more than happy to let us know.

 Blood is thicker than water after all.

After getting the scoop on their plan the next thing was to warn the other mob bosses. We all decided it was better to still have the gathering, rather than cancel. This way the FBI can have their 'bust' and look like the asses they are.

My main priority for the anticipated night was to make sure no harm came to Annabella. I didn't want her anywhere near this. I didn't care if nothing was actually going on, it was too dangerous. I already know the FBI are going to storm in all guns blazing and I didn't want her anywhere near any potential danger. But of course, what I want doesn't matter anymore. It didn't matter because I'm well and truly whipped. All Annabella had to do was bat her eyelashes at me, pout her plump lip out a little and I was agreeing to let her tag along.

I only had two conditions for her coming with me: one, she had to stay by my side at all times. two, she had to carry a weapon. A knife, gun, I don't care. As long as she had some form of defence. 

Not that I planned on letting it get that far.

The two of us have been enjoying each others company a lot this past week. I made sure to pick her up from school every day. She practised her driving, I said a lot of prayers. We ate a lot of food. I taught her how to shoot a gun, and of course we had a lot of sex. Things were definitely good with us right now.

The guilt I felt towards my actions at her birthday did keep me awake at night sometimes. I think back to the situation and now I'm glad she went and saw Maxwell, now we have a head start on his crazy plan.

I did feel bad for completely ruining her gifts. Gifts that she definitely deserved. So I decided to replace everything I ruined. As an extra sorry I added a trip to Spain to the pile of presents. That trip was only for the two of us though.

Before Annabella my Friday nights were spent either downstairs in the basement, teaching some son of a bitch a lesson- or they were spent at the whorehouse, balls deep in whoever caught my eye first.

But now, my Friday nights were spent with the only person that matters to me. Most of the time doing some girly shit I didn't want to do, but I did them for her anyway. This time she somehow convinced me to try out her homemade avocado and cucumber face-mask.

"I have perfect skin you know Kitten, I don't need this shit on my face." I complained. Why did having a girlfriend mean I had to endure being a guinea pig for her girly past times.