Double life, Dangerous Love

Kill or Thrill

I'm trying out writing more suspenseful stories so here you go! This stories contains language, talk about sex trafficking, abuse, heavy and vulgar sexual scenes and abuse. Please if you don't like those subjects please click off. Your well being is more important than this story by any means.

.... Are they gone? They are?

Alright to the troubled souls that stayed let's get this party started!!!

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His screams echoed the hall as I slowly cut his face. He screamed louder when I broke both of his hands. "You know if you just told me where the damn thing was we wouldn't be doing this?" I growled in his ear.

"Never"  he mumbled making me slap him hard in his face. 

I sighed knowing I wouldn't get any  more information out of him so I took the knife and slit his throat. His bloodied body  crumpled to the floor as he pooled blood. 

"Ugh I hate cleanups" I mumbled as I threw his body in a trash bag. 

Ping. My head whipped around to see my phone ringing. I picked it up and put it to my ears. "This is not a good time"- "I have a job for you Valentina. A big one. This one will involve those lawyer skills." 

"I'm listening."

"There is this guy, rich, sexy, stupid. He is on a lot of lists so if you're the one to actually off this guy it will pay big time." My lips slowly started to curl. "I'll meet you in ten minutes." 

(Ten years ago) 

"My princesá come to your abuèla"  My grandma cooed as I hopped into her lap. Both my parents had died in a fire and she was my only family. 

"Do you know why I named you Valentina?" She asked me and I always knew the answer.

"It means courage, because you are my little firecracker." She said and ruffled my long black hair. 

"Abuela?" I whined. "Yes my little Princesá?" 

"Can we go pick up some salsa?" I pleaded. "Of course my girl. A good Abuelá always buys her little Nieta Salsa!" 

My grandma picked me up and we walked to the store happy. We didn't have much, we were poor. Our house only had to bedrooms, one for her and one for me that doubled as a small laundry room. But we were happy. 

My grandma was still quite young, in her early 40's, and people assumed her my aunt, but we always corrected them. And I loved her. 

"Abuelá can we get more than salsa?" I asked pleadingly. "No princesá we can't afford it I'm sorry." I was a bit upset, but despite that I was still happy. 

"Come come let's take a shortcut to the store all this walking in wearing out my sandálías." We walked through a dark alley until some bad men started looking at us. 

One of them grabbed my Abuelita by the wrist making her scream. "Get off me you ladrones!" She screamed as he pulled her. 

I stood there frozen as the men hit her laughing as if her life was a game.  Her face was covered in blood. She was bruised. I hit one of the men to make them stop but he just threw me back. My Abuela  said  weakly. "Go my princesá I will, come out soon ok?" She whispered. 

My feet were glued into place. "Run!" She said the smile quivering as one of the men hit her with a stick, smiling as he pulled her purse away from her, taking her little money. 

I ran away, until I heard a loud bang and everything went quiet. I went back to look and saw her dead body lying on the floor. "Abuela!" I cried tears running down my cheeks. "Abuela!" I screamed louder but she remained cold. 

I dragged her body home and buried it in the garden. 

I vowed never to smile again. Not because I was mad at the men, or myself, it was because she didn't fulfill her promise. She never came back.