Mafia queen

Arianna RomanoFantastic! He prasied.Twenty heads or more turns to my direction or maybe to glare at my phone immediately the sound left it while I hesitantly pause the Candy crush game to look at the men in the meeting room.Oh fuck! I never knew it'd be that loud.The room grew silent as every one waits patiently for what'd happen. Like anyone would dare scold me."Go on." I order with a bored tone turning off my phone before placing my feet on the table."As I was saying before the childish interruption..Salvatore continues speaking, staring daggers into my head when he saw me wriggle my toes at him.Wait! Did he just call me childish? I'm definitely not going to hear the end of this from Dad when we finally get home."As the vipers and the most deadliest Mafia in the whole of America, we have to be strong! To never let out guard down. To stay strong! To avoid any distraction......" I internally groan. I've been hearingall this since I was a kid that I can recite everything he'

Arianna RomanoI shift in the bed when I felt an arm drape around my waist under the covers. The covers was covering all the necessary places since I was naked underneath. The owner of the arm let its fingers roam around my curves and I bit my lips in pleasure."Why aren't you asleep baby?" Salvatore asks pulling me to his chest before resting his chin on my head while he tangles our legs beneath the covers.My back was pressed to his chest making my ass be on his lower abdomen. I stifle a giggle when he continues to shift away from my ass and at the same time have me close to him."Nothing. You know my sleeping difficulties." I respond playing with his fingers.Ever since I had my first kill-more like forced to kill-when I was 8 years old, I couldn't get any sleep without any nightmare for days. My mother thought it would nd after weeks but it continued on-days turned into weeks, weeks into months, months into years-to the extent where I barely get a wink of sleep without having any

Matteo Rodriguez I KNOW THINGS I don't want to know. Things that doesn't faze me anymore since I was six. Things that doesn't even scare me after it happened right in front of me. Things about different killers that I really don't want to know. A true psychopathic killer is not your ordinary garden-variety murderer. Not like a random guy who unloads his gun into a scared hapless liquor store clerk. Not like an insecure wife who murders her husband in cold-blood over a real or imagined affair. Not like a jealous man who bursts into his boss's office and blows his little head off. Real psychopaths aren't motivated by love, fear or hatred. They don't feel those sorts of emotions. The only thing they face in that moment of their killing is just pure rage and vengeance. They don't feel anything at all. Trust me on that one. Dr. Harold , Dahmer, Wayne Gacy, Amardeep Sada, and other twisted-killers were detached and different, driven by different sexual pleasure and the thrill to kill

Matteo RodriguezGroaning, I open my eyes to find myself in the same torture room I was kept in before with guys that looked like if I make any move I'd have bullets down my throat.Why does it hurt everywhere?I try to stretch out my limbs but I realize that I was tied to a metal chair that was cemented to the ground. I was tied in a three way style and I'm impressed. The ropes cross my chest, going behind my back to a pole. This people are trying so hard to not let me go."Why did y'all change my position?" I grin at the guards that were surrounding me, aiming their guns at my head and with one wrong move, pew pew, I'm gone.They all look so scared, I mean who wouldn't, I killed more than 15 of their guys. So sad."Y'all look so rigid, let's have fun. Okay okay, let's play a game." I wink at them but none of them smiled. Mean. "Drumroll. The game is called'FREE THE PRISONER' I nod at them and some tried to hide their smile while the others rolled their eyes.Guess I'm staying here

Matteo Rodriguez Munching and moaning about how good the food was, I didn't notice the small pats of footsteps on the floor until someone tugs my shirt and that's when I saw it. Wide honey brown eyes stare into my grey ones and my heart skipped a bit. The brown bouncy curls which frames her face complements her small button nose in a little heart shaped face. I notice how struck I was by how exquisitely beautiful the young girl is. "Hi." She said, her voice soft and barely a whisper but I could still make it out. I haven't been around a lot of kids but it doesn't take rocket science to know that she's shy. "Hi." I force some cheer into my voice and I curse. Even I can hear that it was forced. "How are you?" "Can you please give me some muffins? Because if my mum finds me here she's going to bring out the big guns and one of my legs would go missing." She remarks, pulling out the little chair across the room over to me, then she hopped on it. "What the- was that what your mum sai