Love Isn't Real- A mafia romance<3 (Completed)

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After finally doing the girl I had been waiting for, I woke up peacefully.

She was.. different. I actually got pleasure from hearing her name on my tongue, it did something to me, the way she ran her fingers through her hair... Does she know what she does to me?

God, and the way when I walked in to talk to her her tank top was lowered so you could see her breasts practically spilling out the top.

If she knew what went through my head when I saw her, she'd never want to talk to me again.

I knew I would love her the day I met her at the restaurant, how she'd argued with me even though she knew who I was.

I loved her, I loved the way that red dress she wore hugged her curves, the way she downed 2 full
bottles of red wine without being blackout drunk, I loved the way her personality just flowed with the moment.

But I dont love love her, I can't lie to such a beautiful face.

Im staring at the ceiling with her in my arms, I was supposed to leave 30 minutes ago but I cant wake her up.

Ugh fuck it she wont remember later. I throw her off me and hear her mutter 'what the fuck' while shes half awake.

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Her pov:

I woke up, and he was gone. he fucking left me? what a prick, I mean, the audacity. Plus, today im feeling extraaa lucky. Im going to try and see my friends - well maybe a sneak peak at nate, but he knows im married now. What a shame that turns him on, am I right?

Joking,I'd never cheat.

Because the man has gone fuck all where, I can call my friends. I get up, grab some grey sweatpants and a tight fitting long-sleeved black shirt, change. For my makeup, I keep it simple, not too much, and not too innocent - because, lets face it, im not the innocent little bitch Valentino wants me to be.

After brushing my hair and teeth, I sit on my stomach on the bed, calling Natascha.

"Bitch I thought you died! My lil liz is back motherfuckass!" I laugh at her stupid jokes. Her voice soothes me in a way. Many people think im gay, but im actually just equal opportunity.

Sharing Is Caring.

"So, im gonna try and meet you okay?"

"Okay.. where? Do you want me to pick you up from somewhere babe?" she asks, showing off her driving license, because on my test I found an illegal race with my instructor and they told me ill never get a license after racing.

"Yeah. Ill call you "

"When?"

"Thirty minutes."

I jump up out of bed, and walk out the door, to see a man stood at the exit.

"Where are you going Mrs Rafaello?" I cringe at the last name - just because we were forcefully married or even fucked does NOT mean Id take his last name this early. I mean we practically wouldn't even be in the dating stage yet.

Plus he doesn't even care about me, right?

"Just came out for some food.. whats your name?" I ask, thinking of ways to get out, I might burn something - thats fun.

"Im not required to tell you my name." he states.

I frown, before looking at him again. he chuckles lowly, "okay.. okay.. its Lorenzo."

"Im going to call you.. Laurel!" I smile.
"Its Lorenzo." He growls, but I push him further.

"Okay, laurel! See you later! Also dont forget we are now besties!"I shout while running downstairs to the kitchen, its true. I am actually hungry.

But Nate's Weed is better on an empty stomach.

I look around for some vodka, I already have matches so its time for my favourite activity in the world.
I catch my eyes on a small cabinet beside his couch, I run over to it, only to see loads of different vodkas, whiskeys - jack daniels. Jack Daniel must be so so fit, like imagine him.

A whiskey drinking, suited man. Oh my god.

melting at the though of mr daniel.

I grab some vodka, run towards a white rug on the floor, I drag it towards the bottom of the stairs, keeping it fully on the marble to stop anything major, then I drown it in vodka.

I dig in my pocket for a match - but nothing.

"Fuck." I mutter, looking like a starving dog as I search for food - but really im a starving girl who just needs her matches, heck even a candle lighter.

I run to the kitchen drawers, searching every. single. one. bottom to top. top to bottom. side to side, until I find the box of matches.

A few guards have noticed me, and started watching as I light it, some realising before others. But they were too late. I had already dropped the match onto the rug, I just ran. I didnt even take in the sights of my beautiful hot creation. I call her 'lucifer' but of course, as a woman.

I feel like im an old slow motion movie, running away from the hell I just broke loose.

A guard was chasing after me, I ran out the back doors into the garden, I hid behind a hedge until I heard his footsteps, the second he turned the corner, I used all the boxing I had learnt over the years on him, I spun him round, pulled him down, grabbed his own knife and held it against his neck before ripping the submachine gun out of his hands, it was bright pink.

Fuck yeah. My bright pink gun - now I can say, yes its bubble'gun' pink to sad little womanisers.

I don't have the heart to shoot him, but I look like I could.

"Run! Run before I fucking kill you, you fucking zombiefied version of Valentino!" I shout before watching him run to everyone, I see him stand in the centre of them, everyone just looks so shocked, Valentino doesn't though, he just stands there smirking.

I wink and flash him my pink gun. (yes I am going to say pink everytime I mention my gun.)

his face quickly turns to shock before he shouts something, they all shoot around me, but not at me of course. I'd fucking haunt him in the dead too.

Theres no escape of the Elizabeth Ra- Angelo, hmm actually I like the killer name of 'Birdie' Like a bird of prey. Feeding off the dead's flesh.

As Valentino turns around and walks back inside, ordering his men to stop as he sees me jumping the very tall fence, with the barbed wire, it does rip my sweatpants a little bit, but I can assure you ill not be wearing them by the end of the night. Whether that in a sensual way or a sexual way.

1114 words.

I do not know the meaning of sensual. it just feels right.