Cinderella's Mafia Leaders

Cinderella's Mafia Leaders

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"Let's not do this," I breathed out, sweat dotting my forehead as I raise my hands. He chuckled, gun wrapped tightly within his fingers. "Oh, we're doing this, Hanna." "Oh, for God's sake. Keep it together, Carson. I didn't technically lie." His green eyes blazed, looking at me as if I said the most ridiculous thing in the world. "You did lie! You lied about your job! You lied about your name! What else could you have lied about?" "I clearly remember not doing any of that. You should doubt your memory more than my words. You were bleeding on the ground!" He rolled his eyes, waving the gun around when he mocked my words with gibberish. "Do you know how long we looked for you?" He argued back. "We had to go around the entire town and ask everyone like you're fucking Cinderella. That took a big hit with both my ego and my pride, okay?" "Oh, you poor baby. How could you ever recover now?" The argument went on inside the interrogation room, like two close friends on a bad day, completely forgetting about the dead body by the door and one of the most notorious mafia leaders watching us with pure amusement in his murderous eyes.
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I smiled at him but tears were starting to blur my vision together. "I hate you." His smile faltered and he looked taken back, "Not like that, Drake. I hate you because you make me cry. You're supposed to beat up the guys who make me cry, not be one of them." "But they are happy tears, right?" he clarified. I smiled and nodded my head, before gripping his shirt, pulling his body against mine. "I'll never make you cry because you're sad, understood? I'm never leaving you." I didn't respond this time, I just sat in his lap, holding his torso and he played with my hair. "I don't know if I can let you in yet Drake," I told him truthfully, the one thing I had been dreading telling him. "I know. But I'll never hurt you like the others have. I-"he cut himself off and took a deep breath. "Riley?" he moved me away from his shirt. I looked at him in the eyes and say an emotion. One I hadn't seen in a long time and one I haven't seen in his eyes before. "Can I kiss you?" __________________ Drake was the player of the school. Everyone knew his name. Riley was the nerd of the school. No one knew her name. Complete opposites but for some reason, opposites seemed to attract. Riley knew that Drake had a new girl every week, but she felt like she could change him. And maybe she could. Maybe she'd be different. *Based on a true story*

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