Cold Blood

Cold Blood

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I press the gun to the back of her head. I hear her breathing become unsteady as she shakes violently. I smile knowing I have the upper hand, but it quickly goes away as I realize I'm holding a gun to an innocent girls head. I decide that it's too late to turn back now. I reach my hand up and gently twirl a piece of her dirty blonde hair. "Open the door," I say quietly, but still loud enough for her to hear me. She suddenly stops her violent shaking and becomes completely still. She doesn't dare move a muscle. I can feel the fear radiating off of her. I press the gun into her head more and she tenses up and nods her head. She slowly reaches her hand into her back pocket, pulling out her keys. She stays still again most likely pondering if she should try to run and find help or just open the door. "I won't hesitate to pull the trigger," I snap. She flinches at the tone of my voice. She swiftly takes her key and unlocks the door. "Why are you doing this?" she asks in a tone that almost makes her sound confident until her voice cracks at the very end. "Darling, cold blooded people do cold blooded things," I say as I put my free hand gingerly on the small of her back and I feel her relax under my touch. She walks into her house and I follow behind closely. *** Published: June 17, 2016
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I grabbed my glass, sliding hers to her and taking a long drink as she hesitantly reached out to take her glass. I watched her staring at the brown liquid in the glass, looking to be debating. "It will help with the pain you're in," I decided to say, making her look up at me. There was something in the depths of her eyes, something that nearly made me shiver. Then she looked back at the glass, tilting it to her lips and downing the entire contents. I was surprised, seeing her clench her eyes shut, her lips in a firm line. "Why did you have them brand me?" she finally asked, setting her glass back on the table before meeting my gaze. "Marking you," I replied. *************************************** *************************************** Evelyn has given up on life as an upstanding citizen when she is taken by unknown men with cash to burn. She's forced into a life she had escaped years ago and was not looking forward to going back to. A life that was full of bullets, blood and a whole lot of mafia men and women. Alejandro was born and raised mafia...he knows just what to do and when for the safety of his family, and he'll stop at nothing to prove it. He's cunning, wickedly handsome and dangerous, pure and simple. What he doesn't understand, is that the woman he just brought into his home is all of that and more - hidden behind a nerdy exterior. He'll learn...and so will she. ***** I do not own any of the pictures in my story. My work is the work of fiction and is not related to real life, events, or places. ***** This story contains graphic depictions of violence, sexuality, strong language, and/or other mature themes. Please give it a read and let me know what you think. I love feedback!

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