My Fathers Killer

A story in which Don Lucian of the Russian mafia becomes deeply enamoured with the notorious assassin known as 'Whisper' within the criminal underworld.

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With eyes the color of fallen autumn leaves, and the confidence of ten kings, she was my world, my life, and my death. In her, I found the spring, summer, autumn, and winter of my soul.

I often wondered if I was loving her wrong, maybe I was too obsessive, I thought I might die when she wasn't close enough to me. That's not an exaggeration, I truly thought I was going mentally insane.

Her touch was the only thing to calm me.

I fully believed that if she were to stab me, I'd be quick to check that she didn't nick herself in the process.

I loved her.

I cherished her beyond measure, like the stars adore the dark sky and the bees adore the flowers.

Even if I had nothing else, as long as I had a piece of her, I would find a way to survive.

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"You're such a big man, such a strong man and here you are, on your knees for me. That's a little pathetic, don't you think Lucian?"

"You can have me anywhere, any country, any planet, any universe and I will be on my fucking knees for you. I beg for your love, my angel, and I will until the day I die."

"Awh" I coo and bend down a little so our faces are just inches away "you will be begging for a very, very long time"