Song: Trigger Of Love - JAWNY

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I almost didn't believe the number I came up with when I finished counting.

18.

Three girls were missing.

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I quickly did a recount, coming up with the same number, before turning back to the stage and hoping that they were safe.

I would have to find them later.

Despite the room being completely filled with people, mafia or not, it was deathly silent which only made me more cautious, so as to not bring attention to myself.

The door swung open and in walked four mafia guys with the three missing girls in their grasp, Ivory, Sugar and Crystal.

As soon as they were unceremoniously shoved to the ground and the four men joined their fellow compatriots, a voice boomed through the room coming from the very back of the stage, where the shadows concealed him.

"Congratulazioni uomini, mi avete reso orgoglioso."

Translation: Congratulations men, you have done me proud.

I strained my eyes trying to make out his figure through the shadows, managing to get a hazy outline of the man, but that's all I could manage. The men around us started to cheer and shout as he made his way into the light and boy, did I wish he stayed in the dark.

Tall, dark, and handsome, what else was there to say?

He raised a single hand, immediately silencing every man in the room.

"La vittoria è nostra ma questo non significa che il lavoro sia finito," he paused, giving the girls a once over before speaking.

Translation: Victory is ours but that does not mean the work is over.

"Ora dobbiamo valutare i beni che abbiamo vinto, assicurarci che non siano rovinati,"

Translation: Now we must assess the goods we have won, make sure they are not spoiled.

The room burst out in laughter as the attention turned to us yet again.

He took a step closer to the edge of the stage letting his eyes wander over the group of girls, as if he was surveying us, "which one of you is the leader?"

I froze.

The leader.

Me.

I stayed silent as he looked each one of us over, my breath catching as our eyes made brief contact before he moved onto the next girl.

"Nobody?" He questioned, tutting as if this was an amusing situation.

"I won't hurt you if she comes forward but, if she doesn't, I'll have to throw all of you out like trash, after my men use you of course," he paused, "we don't want that, do we?"

I felt multiple girls glance at me as he threatened their lives, and watched as blondie broke out into another silent crying fit.

I didn't take my eyes off him as he followed the glances the girls were giving me, eventually leading our eyes to meet for a second time. I didn't back away, meeting his gaze head on as I slowly stood up to my full length, pushing my shoulders back and head up high.

I could only watch as his eyes roamed my body, seeming to take in every inch of it, his face remaining stoic as he did so.

"Perfetta," He said, his eyes never ceasing their roaming meander.

"Alfonzo, porta la ragazza alla sede centrale, lascia qui le altre ragazze e inizia a pulire, non toccare nessuna di loro. Voglio che questo posto funzioni perfettamente entro domani," his voice boomed out a second time, leaving no room for arguments as he spun around, retreating back into the shadows.

Translation: Alfonzo, take the girl to the head office, leave the other girls here and start cleaning up, don't touch any of them. I want this place fully functioning by tomorrow.

All was silent until he had successfully retreated into the shadows and the surrounding men started to move around, picking up chairs and bodies alike, chatting away as if this was just another Friday night.

I only watched as a sandy blonde haired man came up to me, grabbing my upper arm and pulled me through the crowd of girls, not caring if he accidentally stepped on one. My face hardened as he continued to pull me through the hallway until I realized where we were going, the head office.

The boss.

Was he still alive?

Probably not, I concluded, but the feeling of sadness didn't wash over me, I never cared for him in the first place.

The sandy blonde's grip on my upper arm continued to tighten as we got closer to the door, so much so that I knew bruises were going to form but I didn't voice my grievances, making trouble is what got you killed. 

He swung open the grand door that led to the head office and the scene that was laid out before me almost made me take a step back.

The boss, though bruised, bloodied, and tied to a chair, was alive and breathing, clinging onto the last strands of life, his head hanging low and his greasy hair falling over his face. 

Another man leaned lazily on the antique desk, and I almost immediately recognized him as the man on the stage, though this up close I could get a better look at his handsome features, sharp jaw and jet black hair.

I hadn't been scared up to this point, not as scared as I was when I saw the devilish grin that split his face in half, a smile that only predators could master.

Before I could admire any further, Blondie pushed me down onto the chair right next to the bloodied boss before leaving and closing the door behind him, leaving me, the boss and the predator in the same room.

His eyes roamed my body, much like he did earlier, his smile never faltering as he did so.

I kept my gaze on his face, unmoving and strong.

Weakness could not be shown.

When his eyes met mine I almost dropped them to the floor but managed to keep them up, feeling as if I resembled a stone statue instead of a human being. We kept contact, neither one of us willing to back down from the powerful stare.

He broke first, his eyes roaming to the boss next to me, still slumped over like a sack of flour. They had definitely taken their time with him.

His face was stoic as he pulled a gun out of his coat jacket, clicking the safety off and using the tip of the gun to push the bosses face up before letting it drop back down.

"Useless," he spat, his distaste not subtle in the least.

Without further hesitation, he lifted the gun and shot him point blank in the head, his brains painting the walls, chair and the side of my body.

My eyes widened and body stiffened as what happened settled in my mind, the bits of brain and skull slowly sliding down my body and dropping to the ground. I squeezed my eyes shut as I felt the blood start to grow cold from the frigid air.

"Open your eyes." He demanded, not a trace of emotion residing there.

I obeyed, slowly opening my eyes and immediately meeting the end of a gun.

I sucked in a breath.

He trailed the cool metal down my face, leaving behind an invisible trail of coldness, before tipping my chin up so that I could meet his grey eyes.

What I found there surprised me.

I found nothing.

No emotion.

No enjoyment.

No sympathy.

Nothing.

And maybe that was the scariest part. 

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