Sinful Despair

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I sigh, cuffing up the sleeves of my white dress shirt. "Well that's a shame." I pause, looking him straight in the eye as I speak my next words. "It would be a shame for anything to happen to your sweet baby sister, hm?"

Elena Garcia

The Spanish mafia's last hope.

Alejandro freezes. Barely anyone knows about her, if they did, and something happened to her. It would be the end of their mafia.

"Bullshit." He snarls, and I watch with a smirk as his grip on the gun becomes shakier and shakier.

I stare at him with my mouth closed. There's no point in saying anything to defend myself. If I wanted to have someone executed, I could do it with the snap of my fingers.
Alejandro knew this, which is why he called of his men in a matter of seconds, their guns lowered as they left in defeat.

I now have two big problems on my hands.

One of them being how the Spanish have just decided to declare a fucking war.

And the other one being a certain blonde currently throwing a fit in my bedroom.

Which one will be more difficult to deal with I'm not sure about.

I open the door to my bedroom, met by the sight of Lily, laying in my bed as she watches something on a phone. My phone.

"How the fuck did you get into my phone." I walk towards her as I speak, but she doesn't reply nor does she even look up at me.

This continues all the way until I'm standing just a few feet away from her. "Lily."

She looks up, putting the phone down on the bed."Oh sorry, couldn't hear you. I think those SHOTS may have damaged my hearing. You remember the hundreds of gunshots blasting around your living room like a fucking slaughter a few seconds ago?" she makes sure to empathize her words as much as she can.

I wait a few seconds for her to breathe before answering calmly. "It was nothing." A pause, and with a simple gesture of my fingers I say, "Come here."

She questions listening to me for a few seconds, her gaze drifting back and forward in uncertainty before lifting the covers and taking a few small steps towards me, her arms are crossed
and she still doesn't look too impressed. She stops just before me, waits.

Even already knowing that she's okay, by instinct, my eyes scan her body to make sure. 

Lily doesn't do anything but nervously stand there, and I hear when her breathing gradually starts to speed up when I reach her face.

All it takes is a second, just a second of my gaze drifting away for her to use it to her advantage.
Her hand sneaks around her back, and when it reaches back out my eyes widen in shock.

In those couple of minutes I left her here, she's not only managed to steal my phone and somehow unlock it.
But also found the fucking gun I have stashed in some random drawer.

Her actions catch me so off guard that I don't even know what to say when she points the gun directly at my face.

She holds on to the weapon like it's her comfort, she squeezes it hard, so hard that her knuckles go white and her hand starts trembling.

Going through something like this for the first time isn't easy, especially if you grew up around violence.

Which is why I let her do it, I let her point the gun at me. If she needs to feel like she's in control of something, that's okay.

Because if there's anything she has over me?

it's control.

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