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Vengeance is a feeling almost every human cherished in their heart, vengeance is kept in for a time until the person has a perfect plan to use it. It starts with pain, continues with regret and ends with vengeance — this was the case of Layla and Luciano.

Layla has spent months keeping her thirst for revenge in tact as she kept on living with the devil, who had destroyed her life completely — it was his goal to see her break completely, he wanted to see her become cold and numb, which he thought he could use perfectly against his enemies, but he was so wrong. Layla has lived enough with him to come up with a plan of escaping — even though there was a minor chance of succeeding.

She started to cope with her anger, pain and agony as she submitted to him slowly, which led her earn his slight trust. Dimitri taught her how to use a gun, her first kill was after a month of staying there. Layla enjoyed every single bit of it as she killed the man, who owed money to Dimitri, she imagined him as Dimitri in her twisted mind, so she did not kill him — she tortured him slowly to death, which made Dimitri happy much to her dislike.

She replayed her first kill in her mind as she stared at the gun she held in her hands, she smiled wickedly as she stared at the gun with admiration. She wasn't allowed to have nor touch a gun when she wasn't ordered to, but she knew exactly how to use and kill with it. The Russian mob treated her a little bit better after some time of her trying hard to earn their trust, which she slowly succeeded in, it was very slowly, but she was still doing it successfully.

'Hold your friends close, but hold your enemies even closer.' They always said.

"Why did you being me here?" She asked Dimitri as he smiled in a twisted way, leaving her question unanswered, he brought the man in front of her. His face was already bloody and he was constantly crying and begging as he knelt down, Dimitri walked around as he started to speak, "This is Fernando Hanchez, he took money from me and he still hasn't paid back, and your task is to kill him, beautiful."

Layla's eyes widened, "And why exactly should I do that? You've plenty of men who can shoot him in a heartbeat." She objected coldly, shutting up the crying Fernando as he looked at her with hope in his eyes.

Layla was slammed against the wall as Dimitri grabbed her by her throat roughly, squeezing it which made breathing more difficult. "You kill him or you'll receive another punishment. Remember your first punishment, but it'll only be ten times worse, princess." He whispered into her ear, making her remember unwanted memories.

"Will you do it now?" Dimitri asked, daring her to say no as he was ready to kill her in a blink, "Y- yes." She choked out as he loosened his grip on her, her hands went automatically to her throat as she started to cough a few times before she straightened herself up, plastering an emotionless look on her face. "Give me the weapons I will need." She ordered coldly, making him smirk devilishly. "Torture or kill straightaway?" He asked with a smug tone as he watched Layla looking at Fernando deep in thought, Layla imagined Fernando as Dimitri, causing her to smile wickedly as the thirst of revenge was unendurable anymore.

Dimitri put down several guns and knives on the table in front of them, Layla looked at the weapons with admiration, choosing a gun, she loaded it, loving the click sound, she imagined the cries dying down from Dimitri as she killed him slowly. She took a knife and walked towards Fernando, smiling viciously, she gripped his hair to make him look her in the eyes, which he did as he grunted in pain.

Dimitri stood there, armed with several men and guns as he watched Layla, making sure that she didn't end up killing him. "I know that you've let him wait for years, you didn't care about you debts and family, just f*cked other chicks." Layla mocked, making a 'tsk' sound as she looked at Fernando's fearful face, liking the fear of death, she smirked down at him.

"H-how do you k-know?" He asked as he trembled in fear, making her smirk smugly, "I always do some background check of my victims." She half-lied, she did not know she was going to kill anybody, she had just overheard these things about him in a conversation. "Remember Fernando, I am the angel of death." She whispered into his ear scarily, adoring the fear in his eyes.

She stabbed his upper leg with the knife, making sure it was deep inside his flesh as Fernando cried out in pain, still pleading for his life, Layla turned the knife around his flesh as Fernando started to scream in pain continuously. She took out the knife, stabbing him in his other upper leg, she turned it deeply around his flesh, making him cry more and more.

She took out the gun and pointed it between his eyes, "See you in hell, Fernando." She said, shooting him as blood splattered everywhere, coloring her clothes in his blood. She dazed at him dead body for a while before she felt Dimitri's arms around her shoulder, she moved away, handing him the gun. "Well done, beautiful." He complimented, not knowing that it felt like therapy for her, she nodded as he lead her out of the basement.

Layla's smile was replaced by a smirk as she thought about doing this to Dimitri — but only a hundred times worse. Watching him tremble in fear as he knelt down in front of her, pleading her for his life — it seemed like dream to Layla, but she had kept it her main goal to achieve — even if it takes decades.

Surely, she'd grown vengeance towards her family too. She was thinking about the same punishment as Dimitri's as she smirked, but her smirk faded as she sensed someone coming towards their room by the sounds of footsteps, making her replace her smirk by a thin line.

Layla stood up as Dimitri entered the room, smiling proudly at her as he snaked his arm around her waist much to her dislike, Layla could not help but cringe. "You've done a really good job, Layla. You're even better than my most trusted men, I am really proud of you, you kill mercilessly and I sometimes like your attitude, but you'll learn how to be respectful towards me with time. Now, go get ready, I am taking you to the strip club tonight. We're going to meet someone special."

Layla forced a fake smile as she thanked him, taking his hands off of her, she walked to the closet. She chose a bordeaux skintight dress, which went to her knees and showed a little bit of cleavage, matching shiny black stilettos with the dress, she decided to wear a black leather jacket with her chosen items, putting them on, she looked at herself in the mirror. Her body looked so beautiful, yet her eyes were so dead inside like her soul.

She let her curly black hair down as it went down her back, she adjusted it as she applied a small amount of makeup which consisted of eyeliner, mascara and lipstick in a nude color.

Walking out of the closet, she saw Dimitri gawking at her, rolling her eyes mentally in disgust, she plastered an emotionless look on her face. "You look so f*cking good, you make me want to f*ck you over and over again." He breathed out huskily, making her eyes water, she blinked the tears away as he reminded her how he did that without her consent and forced himself on her multiple times.

Rage filled up her heart as she plastered a fake smile on her lips, "You said we were going to meet someone special tonight and I want to go somewhere else, please Dimitri." She took his hand in hers as her heart screamed in rage, wanting to kill him right then and there. However, Layla did not have to privilege to have a gun yet, which made everything more difficult.

Her insides turned in disgust as they both walked hand-in-hand to Dimitri's car, entering it, Dimitri said something to the driver in Russian, which Layla has understood, he was ordering him where to drive them. Layla had picked up a few things as time passed, she could almost understand anything what they were talking about, but it was too difficult for her to speak the language.

Layla had learned most of it from a man, who was working for Dimitri, she seduced him and learned how to understand and speak the language, she even learned how to use a gun perfectly. The man was the best shooter of the mob and the right hand man of Dimitri, she found out that he was catching feelings for her, so she used it for her own benefits. Layla could care less about their feelings, they did not care about hers so why would she care about them?

Layla and Dimitri exited the car, Layla huffed in annoyance quietly as Dimitri gripped her hand again, leading her inside the strip club. Everyone's eyes were on them instead of the dancers, who were barely covered with clothes as they did their dance. Dimitri led her up to the VIP section, they both sat down on the leather couch.

Layla looked around, women were dancing around the poles barely covered and waitresses were walking around the VIP section, who were barely covered in clothing too, their nipples were only taped and they were wearing really short and tight skirts, making Layla feel uncomfortable for them. However, some people were used to this lifestyle, but she wasn't.

Dimitri stood up, pulling Layla beside him, which startled her, "Behave like a good girl and you'll get rewarded." He whispered into her ear, making her insides turn in disgust, she forced a fake smile and nodded as she saw a man coming towards them. She noticed him staring at her intimately, she smirked slightly as she noticed Dimitri's glare at him, but it didn't affect him as he continued to stare at her.

The man stood in front of Layla and Dimitri as they both smirked slightly, the two men shook hands and exchanged a few words as Layla looked around her surroundings, not paying attention to them — but she was listening clearly to them. "Is she your new girl, Dimitri?" The man asked him as he undressed Layla with his eyes, making her insides turn in disgust, Dimitri smirked down at her, "Yeah, she's with me for almost a year now." He replied proudly as he pulled her closer to him.

"What is your name, princesa? (Princess)" He asked her, licking his lips, Dimitri gave her an approving look which signaled that she should tell him her real name. "Layla." She replied curtly, the man complimented her looks as he continued to introduce himself to her,

"I am Alejandro Gonzalez, the boss of the Spanish mafia."

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Hello beautiful people!
I hope you all liked this chapter, and by the way, should I post a character list too, so that you can see who is playing which role in my mind? However, you can always imagine someone else.

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