Mafia's girl

Im not a killer

Listen to this song towards the end... ^^^

"Andre! Andre!" I shouted, shaking his body as he had fallen to the floor, I quickly ran too the door to call the security guard.

"Please help!" I shouted in the mans face, he quickly jogged into the room and carried him out, leaving me there speechless.

Me: "I promise I'll do it soon, I just need more time." I said down the phone.

Unknown: "you better hurry up, times running out"

I gulped and put the phone down, I ran towards the room where Andre was taken and found him lying on his bed with a large bandage over his shoulder.

"I'm sorry" I whispered, sitting next to him and pushing the hair out of his face. I noticed a tattoo poking out of his neck, it was a small symbol with a dagger through it. My hands hovered over the tattoo, it was really beautiful.

His eyes slowly started to open so I jumped up to walk away but he grabbed my wrist softly,

"Don't leave me, please" he said in a sleepy voice but he then drifted back to sleep, I got into the bed and watched him sleep. Not in a creepy way because I was admiring his face, the way his lashes rested on his cheeks and his eyebrows rested for once, without being furrowed.

The next day.

I felt hot breath over my face and I saw Andre staring down at me.

"Good morning" he said, smirking. He literally got shot yesterday and now he's fine?
Fuck sake why did I have to do this? Now he's happy I slept in the same bed as him. Why did I feel sorry for such a bastard?

"Morning, you've recovered quick" I said before quickly walking out and running back into my room. I could still smell his scent on my clothes, it was annoying but at least it smelt nice. I decided to get changed and have a shower before going to get another book.

"Come in" I shouted to someone who had knocked on my door just as I was about to leave.

"Urm I was just going to ask if you wanted some Starbucks?" Andre said walking inside.

I haven't had anything sweet in weeks, I was concerned about him poisoning it, which was very likely.

"Fine but I only want an iced coffee, don't poison it" I said, seriously.

"You really think I'd do that?" He said, chucking. Suddenly a thought popped into my head, I could finally have a chance to escape.

"Can I come? Please I'll be good" I said, smiling.

"Do you really think that's a good idea?" He asked, worried.

"I'll be fine, please" I said, he just sighed and nodded so I followed him into the car thinking what to do.

Once we got there it was a walk in one, thank god. We walked in and waited in the line, my eyes scanned the room which wasn't that busy. There was a blonde women reading a book and two men in the corner talking, I didn't know what would be best to do.

"I really need to pee, can I go to the bathroom?" I asked, hoping he would say yes,

"Okay, be quick I'll be here" he said, which made me excited. I quickly ran into the women's bathroom but it was empty. Shit this was a waste of time, I just sighed and walked to the mirror. The door opened a minute after which made me sprint over to greet whoever it was,but it was a man with a cap covering his face.

"You're in the wrong room sir-"

"Shut the fuck up bitch, you're coming with me" he said, pulling his cap off grinning. It was my fucking step father, why did Andre let him go?

*I recommend playing the song now*

My fighting instincts kicked in and I pushed him against the sink, grabbing hold of his throat just like he did to me, so he could feel the pain.

"P-Please sorry I'll stop" he said, barley breathing but I wasn't going to stop I was enjoying seeing him like this. Helpless.

I pulled out the dagger I had kept in my sleeve, I took it out of the kitchen before we left. I pulled it out and stabbed him right in the chest, directing at his heart which I hope it had stabbed.

His body dropped to the floor and my hands were covered in his blood, then I panicked because what if somebody walked in right now?

I quickly tried to scrub the blood of my hands with some tissue and water but it stained my fingers. His lifeless body lied on the bathroom floor as I smiled at my victory, may he rot in hell.

"What the fuck" I heard a familiar voice say, then turned to face Andre who was standing there with his mouth standing open.

"He came for me. I had too" I said, I didn't regret it but I could've done it somewhere else.

"Fucking hell Cordelia! You just killed a man in the women's bathroom!" He whispered angrily, pointing his fingers between me and the dead man.

"What did you expect me to do huh? Just let him kill me! It's what you've wanted all along right?" I said, clenching my fists.

"Stop making everything about you! You don't realise how serious this is!" He said, trying his best not to shout.

He got his phone out from his pocket and dialled someone's number.

"I've got a problem. A big one, dead man I'll send you the address I can't take care of this alone" he said then shoving it back into his pocket.

"AHHHH" a women's voice shouted, somebody had walked in.fuck.

"Shush shush" Andre said shoving a cloth up to her mouth.

"Fuck sake now I have to look after this one too!" He said, running his hands through his hair.

Andre bolted the door shut while we waited for his brothers help. Some time later they came in and wrapped his body up in many different layers then shoving him into a bag to look normal. My heart was still pounding but I felt good, I hated him with every inch of me did.

His brothers came back and cleaned up the
remaining blood, they kept throwing me concerned looks. These men have killed hundreds, but just because I've killed someone I have hated for years they are judging me?

"Don't look at me like that, all of you have killed many more than me" I said, finally standing against there glares.

They both just coughed and walked out, leaving me and Andre in the bathroom alone, staring at each other. The brothers also took the blonde women that had witnessed the dead man.

"How many have you killed?" Andre asked curiously,

"2 people why?" I replied, shivering.

"Doesn't matter. We need to get you home" he said dragging me to his car.

When we got into the car, I just kept staring at my hands, the hands that were covered in his blood. I wasn't a killer, but I was a killer for him.

Once we arrived back, I noticed Andre dragging the blonde girl down the stairs. She looked at me with fear in her eyes, that girl was me once. The poor girl doesn't know what she's in for. It'll be one hell of a ride.

Hey Guys I know you probably really want some smut writing now but I find it so cringe to write,so I'm not sure if I should. Hope you are all okay <3