Twisted

I smirked and leaned towards him, putting my hand on his chest. The mockery and bitterness were now long gone and replaced with surprise and anticipation.

I stood on the tip of toes and whispered into his ear,
"I don't work for them mio caro," I said placing the cold metal against his stomach. "They work for me."
And shoot.

Axel was the Italian don who was looking for a wife based on his mother's last wish.
He doesn't care about love nor relationship but he wants an heir also needs one.
Silas was Axel's best friend and right hand. He's his partner in the company and also at the underground.
Rose his best friend's younger sister is a beautiful and innocent, at least it's what he thought.

* I just want to tell who ever is reading this story that it's my first and I've never written anything before and I know from the description it sounds awful. like you don't know whether it was a mafia or whatever. But if you ask me I don't think it's a mafia like I won't be mentioning it a lot i'm sorry it's the worse story you'll read but have fun.