We've moved once again, I can't even count how many times we've moved but it couldn't have been less than a month that we stayed at the last house. It was my first time to come to this new place, and it's safe to say I don't know where the hell I am going or what the hell I am doing just walking around in an unfamiliar street at 8 in the evening but I only wanted to have a tour around my new 'home'.
The house suffocated me. I hated being inside the damn house for even a second. So I decided to go outside to take a breath and to also take that as a chance to explore the area, and look where it lead me, 10 minutes of roaming around leads to 3 hours of frantically walking around trying to find the familiar gravel path towards my 'new' home.
"Ugh" I groaned as I looked at my keypad of a phone, a Nokia to be exact, and saw that it was already dead. What a shitty phone it was.
"Great" I said to myself as I banged my phone softly on my head as I groaned once more.
Then after talking to myself a bit more, I heard voices. I lit up in joy.
'Thank Gods someone is here!'
I said to myself internally and was about to walk closer towards the voices but I stopped, my foot midair as I heard the voices talk to each other.
"What do you mean he stole them" a husky voice said, his tone cold and impassive.
Mmm, his voice sounded like music to my ears, how he pronounced each word so beautifully makes me tingly.
"Boss, we don't exactly know how he got to steal the payment for one the cargos, one of the capos reported that one soldier didn't submit the money" another voice said but his voice wasn't as pleasing as the first voice. I was curious about what they were talking about, apparently this so called 'Boss' is someone being feared upon since I can detect the fear from the other person's voice.
"For a soldier, he seems to have more balls than you" 'Boss' chuckled darkly and I couldn't help but shiver at the hidden intent behind his chuckle.
The other person stayed silent and said nothing else.
I contemplated whether or not to approach them for help, my mind and conscience were screaming at me to run, but I couldn't.
"Well, well, well, isn't it the so called 'Boss' himself" another voice spoke up, surprisingly calm despite the situation.
They were actually hidden behind a wall and I am hiding myself, scared to. Shivering thinking about the outcome if I were to be spotted.
"Victor, Victor's dogs" was the confident yet clipped reply.
"Fuck you Valencio, I can easily beat you up, I got army and you got what? A fucking lap dog, there is nothing you can do now" Victor growled.
"More talk, more mistakes, less talk, less mistakes, no talk, no mistakes. Familiar to you Victor? " the husky and sexy voice replied, his tone calm and cool as if he wasn't being threatened.
"I want money, Valencio and I swear to God if you don't give it to me I will order my men to kill you right here, right now" I had to stop myself from gasping, did he just said 'kill'? Did he mean taking away someone else's life?
"Are you really that consumed by Greed Victor? What? Can't pay your whores anymore? Someone's a little bit broke" his voice was still calm and collected but was added with some smugness, teasing the 'Greedy Victor'.
Suddenly I heard a gunshot then a huge thump, I gasped. Did he kill the man with the sexy and husky voice?
Oh God, I just witnessed a homicide.
What the hell!
This day is turning out not so good.
"Think killing my men will bring you dignity and power? I admire that you have confidence. Only a few have those, and their dead. Wan't to know how they died? " sexy voice man spoke up.
It went quiet for a while before Victor answered.
"W-wha-t?" he stuttered as if he was scared of this person.
"Li torturo dolorosamente e lentamente prima di ucciderli" his voice was dark and cold that I shivered, although I didn't understand the words, I knew that the sentence was not a pleasant one. (I torture them painfully and slowly before I kill them)
"Then I will kill you first then!" A round of gunshots was shot and I had to cover my ears to protect them from the shrilling sounds of guns firing.
The gunshots ceased after a whole minute and I was now truly scared, I was covering my mouth tightly, I heard a groan and I knew that it belonged to sexy voice man.
And then and there, my brain was swarmed with unanswered questions.
Was he hurt?
Am I going to die?
I chewed my lip as I furrowed my eyebrows.
Stop being so selfish Lily, understand the situation!
"Stop being so selfish Lily; you are not the only person in this house who needs help"
My father and mother's voices struck my mind and I wasted no time as I pushed myself off the wall and walked towards where the men where, I let out a small scream as I took in the sight, cases of bullets where everywhere, blood coated the walls and floor leaving a bloody mess, bodies of men lay still on the ground unmoving. A sight that I can't ever get out off my mind.
I turned my gaze towards the last man breathing alive to only see that he was pointing a gun towards my direction while he is slouched over a wall as his other hand was clutching onto his side.
I snorted and he looked at me menacingly as he narrows his eyes.
"Are you really going to shoot the only person who is here and probably is going to help you?" I asked him feeling bold before I took in his appearance before I finally felt extremely shy and embarrassed, okay, so I pictured him as a handsome person but not this handsome and hot!
He has a strong and sharp jawline that could cut through steel, I mean he has such a prominent jawline, I was so jealous. His nose was pointed and his cheekbones were prominent and sharp. He has the most unique eye color that I have ever seen, onyx, as dark as the person that owns them, and as of right now they are examining me and I couldn't help but heat up at his intense stare.
He was wearing a dark shirt beneath his leather jacket and he paired it with some dark jeans, the bulges that are formed underneath his jacket and shirt clearly shows that he has been working out. I gulped painfully as I realized I couldn't take my eyes of him, I was drinking every detail and contour of his body, not wasting the moment.
"I don't need a little girl to help me, get lost" he groaned before he lowered his gun, probably seeing that I am not a threat. He shoved his hands into the pockets of his leather jacket and pulled off his phone and guess what, it was the latest iPhone X.
Did he just call me a little girl?
"Who are you calling a little girl?" I demanded as I crossed my arms against my chest.
"Shit, dead battery. Just fucking great, the perfect time for it to be fucking dead when you actually need it" he cursed as he threw the phone to the ground where it smashed into pieces, shit how strong was his throw?
He groaned once again as he clutched onto his side.
"Are you okay?" I asked worriedly, I really am crazy aren't I?
I am asking a person who had killed men not so long ago and here I am, worried and was asking him if he was okay rather than running away and reporting this to the police.
"Look, little girl. Why don't you just run along and leave me be?" he said calmly but there was irritation present in his tone as he slowly got up and starts to walk away from me.
"Look" I mimicked his voice and he glared at me, God how could even his glares still make me hot and bothered?
So many sexual frustration, it's going to be the death of me.
"I am not a little kid, I am a matured teenager, my chest is just flat because I am a late bloomer or so they say, so stop calling me a little kid!" I said equally irritated and frustrated, he smirked at me before he casually walked closer to me as if he wasn't injured and each step was making beads of sweat form on my forehead.
He stood just enough for me to look at him closely, he raised his hand and suddenly he squeezed one of my breast, I gasp at the contact before I jumped backwards and clutched my chest as I stare at him in shock and disbelief.
"They are a little flat, but I'll take what I can get" he smirks at me and I just stood there with my mouth agape. How dare he!
"The fuck man! Why the hell did you do that?!" I scream at him but I couldn't deny that what he did was hot and I could still feel the grip he had on my breast, God I think my pantie is damp. Fuck.
He just shrugs at me as he looks at me with those dark and intense eyes. Then his face turns serious as he clenches his jaw.
"Look, you saw nothing of this, you didn't see me kill anyone" he paused as he looks at the dead bodies around before he presses his lips together in irritation.
"Don't bother to report this to the police, those figlio de puttana work for me, I fucking own them so there's no use in crying over for help" I was honestly scared at how he acts as if the death of the 15 people are like nothing to him.
He didn't give me a chance to reply when he starts to walk away without giving me a back glance, leaving me all alone to my thoughts in a pool of blood and dead bodies.
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