The Dons Mafiaso Queen

Done with life with nothing left to fight for, Octavia Oritéz finally decides to end it. But just before she can go through the act, she finds herself caught up in something dark and very dangerous

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"You're tired." I said more as a statement then a question.

"Yeah I'm fucking tired! And instead of going to sleep I have to be here with a lying bitch who thinks her beauty can get her out of anything." He said it all in a low, cold voice.

He picked his gun up off of the table, cocked it and placed it directly on my forehead. "Not this time princess."

I didn't flinch at his words. I didn't care what he thought of me.

I looked at the wall far behind him. It was beige, or maybe not. Maybe the lighting of the room just made it look beige. I didn't know, didn't really care either.

"So what's it going to be princess? You give me what I want , or I ruin that pretty face by putting a bullet straight through it."

I sigh and moved around in the wooden chair I was tied to in an attempt to get comfortable. Only to end up for uncomfortable then in the start. I huffed.

"Know how you feel, I'm tired too." I whispered more to myself then anyone in the room. I closed my eyes, rested my head at the end of the chair so I was facing the ceiling and the gun was now directly on my throat and waited, it would all be over soon.

After what felt like forever passed and I was still alive, I opened my eyes slowly and glanced at my capturer.

His face held an expression I couldn't quite distinguish. I didn't care to either, I just wanted him to hurry the fuck up.

"Well what the fuck are you waiting for, a fucking invitation?"

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And just like that she'd been pulled back into the world she'd sacrificed so much to get away from.