The mafia king

Farrell:

The irritating sound of my phone ringing woke me up. I groaned several times because I was suffering from a throbbing headache. I reached for my side table but couldn’t feel anything, so I forced my eyes open to see that I was in a motel.

Last night’s memories flooded back as I looked around the room. Her sweet taste lingered in my mind, and it made me smile. I reached for her on the other side of the bed, wanting more of her but finding an empty bed.

“What’s this?” I said aloud as I grabbed the piece of paper and money from the bed.

“I’m sorry about last night. Take this and forget it ever happened,” I said, reading the contents of the paper.

My lips curved wide because I found it amusing that she didn’t know who I was. 

“Sir!” My smile faded as I heard Martin’s voice from the door.

I was the most ruthless and feared man in town, so I couldn’t be caught slacking and smiling because of a woman.

He walked in shortly after opening the door.

“Are you fucking mad!” I yelled. I then took the Duvet and wrapped it around my waist.

“I’m sorry,” he stammered.

“What do you want?” I asked with a clenched jaw.

“Andrew called to request an extension of the deadline for the money,” he explained.

My rage intensified at the mention of his name, and my blood boiled hotter than the African summer. 

“Get the car ready!” I said aggressively.

After that, he left, and as I got up to grab my clothes, I noticed the sheets. I stood motionless for a moment, then more memories of what she said came flooding back—she was a virgin. 

I took my phone from the pocket of my trousers and saw that the caller was Andrew. “Bastard,” I muttered.

Then I put on my clothes and walked up to the mess I’d made. I yanked off the sheets and inhaled her delectable scent.

“I’ll find you, but first I have some business to attend to.”

Molly:

My entire body was weak, and I fought hard to open my eyes. I blinked several times before noticing someone approaching me.

I forced my eyes open when I recognized Bruno’s face. I was back at my stepfather’s house, in the living room.

“You whore!” He growled and slapped me across the cheek. My hands were tied, so I couldn’t retaliate.

“I told you, I own you, and you’re going to pay for everything,” he said as he brought his face closer to mine, and I spat on it.

“I’m not afraid of you!” I yelled at him as I struggled with the tight ropes that were cutting into my flesh.

Then he stood up and burst out laughing while wiping my spit from his face.

“You know that everything about you turns me on, and you can do it again,” he said into my ears.

“You are mine for life, and I can do whatever I want with you!” He yelled in my face.

Then he grabbed my breasts and yanked my legs apart. I immediately gasped because it hurt from the night before.

“That’s enough!” I heard my stepfather’s voice from behind.

“Bastard!” I sneered at him. 

He was the worst, except he was religious and believed that a woman should be married before having sex. Leaving aside his religious beliefs, he would have raped me because he has abused me in every other way.

“Enough with all of this; let’s get to the real reason we’re here,” my stepfather told Bruno. 

Then he snapped his finger, and one of Bruno’s men wheeled in a wedding gown on a stand.

 As he walked toward me in heavy steps, my stepfather said, “Let me clarify something for you. This is not your choice, and you cannot object.”

 “I’m going to untie you right now, and you’ll get into that dress,” he said, grabbing my jaw firmly and staring intensely at me.

I burst out laughing when he said this. The two stood with a blank expression on their faces as I laughed so loudly.

“I will not do such a thing, and there is nothing you can do about it,” I said, my eyes welling up with tears. This time they were happy tears, because I had achieved what I wanted.

“Enough of this nonsense!” Bruno said, baring his teeth.

Then he snapped his hand, and the man who had delivered the dress dragged Kate out. The man threw her to the ground, where she shook uncontrollably. 

“Please, please, please... don’t,” she pleaded, but he fired his gun in the blink of an eye and shot her left leg before she could finish.

I felt a brief pause in time because I couldn’t believe this was happening, but I could see blood oozing from her leg.

“Kate!” I screamed in a shrill tone. Then I struggled mightily to free myself, but I ended up falling to the ground with the chair I was facing.

“I don’t want to die, I don’t want to die,” Kate wailed, her breath heavy.

The man cocked his gun once more and pointed it at Kate.

“No, no, wait!” I screamed.

“I’ll do whatever you want, just don’t kill her,” I said, and Bruno let out an ear-splitting laugh.

Then he crouched down beside me and caressed my face. “Try anything stupid, and the bullet goes straight through her head,” he said, and then he kissed my forehead.

“Untie her!” He commanded the man.

The man untied me and dragged me up. Then he pointed the loaded gun at my head, and I walked over to the wedding gown.

I was about to strip naked in front of the man when Bruno grabbed his gun. 

“Get out!” he yelled.

The man then left, and I put on my wedding gown with trembling hands. My eyes were stinging from tears, which clouded my vision.

“The more you waste time, the shorter her lifespan,” Bruno told me as he ran the gun across my bare back. This sent waves down my spine, and soon goose bumps appeared.

I finished in no time, so he called the man back.

“Let’s go. We have a wedding to attend,” he said, dragging my hand roughly.

“What about Kate? You can’t abandon her here!” I said, clutching his shirt tightly with my brows drawn to the inner corners.

“Let’s hope she doesn’t die before the wedding ends,” he said with a shrug.

The man approached the front door and yanked it open. Then we heard a gunshot, and he fell to the floor with a thud. My life flashed before my eyes, and my heart thumped rapidly.

Four men in black entered, followed by another wearing a black hat with his head bowed. 

“Andrew Watterson, today is your day of reckoning!” He said with a growl, pulling off his hat and looking up.

“It can’t be...” I muttered and stood frozen in front of him.