TRIGGER WARNINGS:
EXPLICIT LANGUAGE
SWEARING
VIOLENCE/GUN VIOLENCE
SMOKING
BLOOD/DEATH/GORE
James scoffed and sucked his teeth, making a sickly salvia noise. "You're a fucking piece of dumb shit." He crossed his arms and tried to look intimidating but his short stature, God, he looked fucking hilarious. His insults were just as pathetic as he was. I pulled out my phone. "You don't mind if I take a picture of you to send to Raphael, I'd hate for him to miss out on seeing how stupid you look." I grinned. "Fuck you! Go get him." He growled and gestured for the last man to attack me.
Now this man put up a good fight. Three minutes later, I had busted his lip, given him a black eye and cut his little finger off with a butcher knife. He had managed to punch my jaw which was now sore. When he was busy spitting up blood, I picked up a small knife from the counter and concealed it behind my hand. "What a waste of talent." I tutted. "You talk too much." The man spat as he wiped his bleeding hand onto his trousers. "Fuck off." I scoffed and lunged at the man. Little did I know, he somehow got ahold of a handful of salt and tossed it at me. The salt got caught in my eyes, making me drop the knife. "Fuck!" I swore as my eyes stung, no doubt red and angry now.
He pushed me backwards and I flailed my hands to steady myself. I thought I gripped the counter but instead my left hand came into contact with the open flame of the stovetop which was left on. The flame singed my skin and I winced as I pulled my hand off the fire. "Shit." I gritted as I looked down at my red hand. I looked at the man through watery eyes and quickly picked up the knife and threw it at him before he could punch me. It impaled his shoulder, missing his head. Shit. James; seeing that he was losing, walked nearer to the exit of the kitchen.
I chuckled darkly. "When I find you James, and that's not if because I will find you. I'm going to remove your skull from your spine and send your pretty little head in nice gift box to your father. How about that?" I picked up another knife from the counter top, a longer sleeker one. James hurried out of the kitchen before I could throw it at him and I looked down at the man before me. He was on his knees, clutching his hand to his chest, breathing heavily. "If I talk to much, it's because I love the sound of my own voice." I smiled evilly at him before I stabbed him in the chest with the knife. He grunted and fell to the floor dead. I made sure the four men were all dead and my guards took care of the mess.
Fucking bastard.
I soon arrived home and cleaned myself up. My jaw was fine but my hand was bandaged. It did not matter to me. James fucking Cain has got the message now, I just pray he stays away for his sake because I won't be held responsible for killing him in cold blood.
It had now been a week and a half since my run in with that pathetic feeble minded man and I was feeling much better. I had conducted several more meetings, seen a couple of men and got drunk once.
I sat in my office, my ankles crossed atop my desk. I held my cigarette in my fingers and I leaned back. I held my phone to my ear as it rang. It was just past seven in the evening. "Hello Enzo." Lira answered. I could tell she was smiling. I made sure to call her every night. "Lira." I smiled. Hearing her voice made me realise how much I missed her. I think I needed to go and see her.
"So what have you been doing today?" She asked. I blew out a cloud of smoke and watched the smoke disappear into the air. "I interrogated a man, I beat some sense into a man and I killed-" I spoke before Lira cut me off. "Let me guess you killed a man." She chuckled. "Looks like someone's been a very naughty boy." She teased. Fuck.
"What are you wearing?" I teased back and bit my lip to stop myself from laughing. She hummed. "Maybe I'm not wearing anything at all...or maybe I'm wearing a black thong with your name on it." She said sultrily. "Prove it." I husked back. I heard her chuckle before she cut the call. Three seconds later she called me back but now she FaceTimed me.
"I've been so bored without you." She smiled. Her dark hair was brushed to one side and her neck was bare. I saw that she was in her bed. She smiled at me and lowered her phone down. Fuck. I gulped when I saw that she was in her underwear. "You like that huh." She said quietly as she showed me her black thong. I chuckled quietly. "It has my name on it?" I hummed. "Well you'll have to come and see for yourself." She grinned and I could tell she was tired.
"I'll come in three days..and when I do, you're not leaving my sight." I smiled. I longed to just touch her and hold her close. We said goodbye and I'm sure she soon fell asleep. She had no clue however, that I was coming to see her tomorrow.
And tomorrow couldn't have come sooner. It was only a short flight away and soon I was stood outside Admir and Lira's home. The sky was getting dark slowly as evening arrived. The place seemed quiet but when I was allowed inside, I could hear muffled noises coming from a room at the far end of the house.
I could hear Lira's distinct voice and I couldn't hide the smile that appeared across my face. I walked towards the room and entered with the door being already opened. It was a large room, a training room. About a dozen or so men stood inside watching Lira who was inside a boxing ring. I stepped to the side, hidden and remained quiet. I leaned against the wall and crossed my arms across my chest.
The men seemed to be in varying ages but most of them were young and quite well built. A few of them were also twice the size of Lira but yet they looked at her as if she could beat them to shit. Lira hadn't seen me but I watched her. She wore shorts which hugged her ass and a matching grey sports bra. Her hair was up in a ponytail and she didn't seem at all tired. I wonder how long she had been training these men for.
"Come on, hit me. What are you afraid of?" Lira asked as she looked at the man opposite her in the ring. He was tall and very muscled in only his shorts and a T-shirt that seemed a size too small. Lira blew out a breath. "Are you afraid to hit me because I'm a girl...well I'm telling you to fucking hit me or do you have no balls." She grinned as she goaded the man.
The man opposite her gulped and furrowed his thick brows before he curled his fist and punched her stomach. Lira chuckled seemingly not being in any pain. "Good..I actually didn't think you would do it." She smiled and patted his shoulder. She looked at the crowd of men and cleared her throat. "You wouldn't hit me because I'm a woman but when you're out there, in the field, it's fair game. We're all equal. When I have this knife in my hand and your life is being threatened, would you let me kill you for the sake of morals. There is no decency. You kill me." Lira spoke as she held up her knife. She spoke true. If a woman did threaten my life and there was no alternative, she would be dead.
"Do you think your enemy will fight fair? They won't. You fucking pull their hair, you poke their eyes, you bite their fucking ears. Do you understand? You'll be fighting for your life. Now get me on the floor." She spoke loudly and turned to face the man in the in the ring again. It was only three minutes later that she had the man on the floor beneath her, she had him pinned. "Get up." She helped the man to his feet and she smiled at him. "You did good. Next time use your weight against me and aim your punches better." The man smiled even though he was defeated. "All right. Who's next?" Lira announced as she picked up a water bottle from the corner of the ring.
"May I?" I said and walked forward. The men all looked at me with uncertainty of not knowing who I was. Lira, however, looked at me with her mouth open which soon turned into a smile. I stepped into the ring and watched her drink some water. She placed the bottle down and turned to face me. "Watch and learn everyone. This is how you fight." She smiled before raising her fists.
I raised mine and we circled each other slowly. I noticed that she glanced at my hand which was still bandaged. "You said three days." She scoffed lightly. I hummed. "I lied, why do you mind?" I smiled. She threw a punch at me which I blocked and grabbed onto her arm, pulling her into me. "You're fucking crazy." She grinned and pulled away from me. "As I recall you love crazy." I grinned and ducked from her punch.
We fought hand to hand combat with neither one of us doing better, we were most definitely equally matched. "Don't go easy on me." She panted as she brushed her hair from her face. I wasn't going easy on her at all, what the fuck. "Perhaps I like seeing you all hot and bothered." I echoed something she had said to me before. She chuckled clearly remembering it. She thew a punch which I blocked and I grabbed her neck but she used her weight to toss me to the floor. She grabbed my injured hand and squeezed it making me wince.
"Finding your opponents weakness is called strategy. Throwing aimless punches will get you somewhere but finding a weakness, you'll get there so much faster." She said loudly. The men murmured in agreement as they watched me be in her mercy. I saw her lose focus for a second and a second is all it took for me to flip her to the floor instead. I pinned her down and fuck did I like the position she was in. "And when you find them distracted, you don't hesitate to take advantage. And then you exploit their weakness." I spoke aloud. I leaned down and using my teeth, I tugged on her ear. The men could not see this but Lira definitely enjoyed it.
I got off her and held out my good hand for her. I pulled her up and she didn't look pissed which was a good thing. She looked at the men. "Go on go home. Trainings over." She ordered the men. They all started to chatter and slowly picked up their belongings. "And you, you're coming with me." She said as she looked at me. I smiled and scratched my stubble innocently. "Why what for?" I teased.
She led me with her not letting go off my hand which got a lot of raised eyebrows from the men who were still leaving. She didn't care and they could never question her anyway. Before we could go up the stairs we saw Admir stepping out from his office. "Admir how are you?" I asked stopping Lira in her tracks. He looked completely fine although I could see his shoulder was still healing with the way he moved. "I'm well, it's nice to see you Vicenzo." He replied with a small smile.
"Come up when you're done." Lira interrupted as she walked up the stairs. I stared at her ass as she walked up and I couldn't help it, even with Admir being opposite me. He cleared his throat and I looked at him. "Lira told me you got shot, how's the shoulder?" I asked him finally coming to my senses.
He chuckled deeply before pulling out a cigarette. "Ask me what you really want to know." He lit up his cigarette and drew in a breath. I raised a brow. He was smart so I could never fool him. "You never struck me as the type to fall for a girl so much so you lost sight of reality allowing her to shoot you. So why?" I asked with curiosity. He half smiled and tilted his head slightly. "The question is not why but who." He spoke and inhaled his cigarette. The amber flames danced on the end of the cigarette, lighting up his face.
"You have me right. I'm not a fool to simply fall in love. The girl, you see, I knew she would shoot me, especially if the temptation was there. Me all alone with a gun in her hand. It's too good an opportunity to miss. Sure I got shot but that's a small price to pay. And I like to think of the bigger picture. I now have a reason to kill her brothers, a bunch of petty lowlife criminals." He smiled, a small dimple appearing on his chiseled face.
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Ooh la la Admir God why is he fictional for?
God why isn't he my husband? I never even wanted a husband but Admir is daddy material
Focus Walnut focus! James the idiot ran away and my poor lil Enzo burnt his hand. And then he went to see Lira and now she's EFFING AMAZING. Thank you for coming to my talk and yes I'm aware I'm the author but can't I get excited by my own story? Yes yes I will
🥕 James for your ass
💍 for Admir
