The Rogue (A Mafia Love Story) #Wattys2017
[WARNING: CONTAINS STRONG LANGUAGE!]
"Wh_Who are you?" Thea demanded in a shaky voice suddenly cold, as if the air around her had turned colder as if the world had sunk into a gloomy abyss.
"Someone you would follow to the end of the world." Velkan took a step forward. The barbaric monster peered at her like a predator. She knew he savored her fear, drank the terror that gleamed in her eyes.
Instantly Thea hoisted the gun and pointed it at him, at his wide chest. "Don't come near me or I will kill you."
"You will not kill me, Thea. You are weak. I can smell your fear, you reek of it." He smirked with a ferocious glint in his eyes.
"Stay the hell away from me." She breathed and tightened her sweaty fingers around the gun.
Velkan took another slow step forward as if providing her an opportunity to decamp. "Go ahead, pull the fucking trigger and get it over with."
Petrified and muddled Thea gaped at him with wide eyes. The man was exceedingly dangerous, she could not play around with him. Her heart was well aware that he would annihilate her if she did not act soon. Thea swallowed the lump that tickled her throat, then with a sharp intake of breath she pulled the trigger.
It was said that 'The Reaper' went to a deep slumber, that he retreated to his sorrow and abandoned the Mafia. However, something or someone woke him from his deadly slumber when his enemies had their eyes on his woman. By God, they welcomed their own death, for Velkan took an oath to terminate every single one of them who dared to meddle in his affairs.
NOT A WEREWOLF STORY!