𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐒𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐫

04 - Deal

"Maybe you would like to send a bullet through my mouth." I say as I place the gun into my mouth. His breath hitches.

I remove the gun from my mouth and start trailing it down the valley of my breasts.

"Or maybe you would like to send a bullet..." I start.

I guide the gun on top of my left breast, directly above my heart.

"Straight through my heart. My personal favourite." I finish. His eyes darken again.

"Now would probably be another bad time to mention I also have a gun kink." I say.

He tilts my chin up again with the tip of the gun and stares into my eyes.

"You will work for me that is final. Follow me, I will show you to your room." He says and walks out.

I remain seated. Over my dead body would I ever follow his orders.

"Ana, don't make me come back in there and throw you over my shoulder." He calls out.

"You wouldn't dare." I say when he reappears.

He starts walking towards me.

"Get the fuck away from me you basta-"

He cuts me off by lifting me up and throwing me over his shoulder like I'm some kind of rag doll and walks out.

"Put me down you fucking cocksucker! I will shoot your mother fucking balls off you stupid son of a bitch!" I curse him out and beat my fists on his muscular back as the people we pass stare in horror at the way I am talking to their don.

"Hey, don't talk to Don like that!" One whiney, bitchy voice comes from in front of me.

I grab Vincenzo's gun out of his back pocket and fire it in her direction. The bullet narrowly misses the side of her head and she whimpers and cowers away. Next time I won't fucking miss.

We stop in front of a door and he opens it. He walks in and throws me down into the bed.

"This is your room. The bathroom is right there and the closet will be filled with clothes by tomorrow morning." He says and walks out.

I look around admiring the room.

I walk into the bathroom to have a shower. Before getting in, I look down at my thigh. The stab wound is deep but it doesn't hurt. After the torture my father put me through, things like this feel nothing but numb. Still, I do my best stitching the wound and cover it with bandages. 

I then get in the shower, trying not to get my leg too wet. The hot water hits my back and I sigh in content. I wash my hair and body as well as shave and exfoliate with the products I found under the sink. I then step out and lazily wrap my towel around my body.

I open the door and exit the bathroom and into into my bedroom. When I look up I almost scream in surprise.

"What the fuck do you think you are doing in here?" I ask attempting to wrap my towel tighter around my body.

"I came to give you clothes to wear." Vincenzo replies.

"Ok and why didn't you just leave them on the bed and leave?" I ask.

"Because I need to talk to you about the mission we are going on tomorrow."

"Well can we talk about it once I am dressed and my boobs are not practically spilling out of my towel?" I ask.

"Come to my office when you are done. It's down the hall, last door on your right." He says and then gets up to leave.

"Oh and don't worry. With the mission we are going on tomorrow, I am going to have to see it all anyway." He says and then leaves.