The Mafia's Mercy
ts coolness kissing my tongue. The remnants of the joint I've just
I need
usual-a direct result from sm
r before pulling it up and over my head. In one swift motion, I draw it from my
sneakers off of my feet. As high as I'm riding, by the time I recognize my next movements, I'm s
contentment as I throw my head back and run my fingers through it. Nothing bri
buffalo hot wings and box of fries
lf wrapped in a towel and sitting at the foot of my bed. Casually, I moisturize my skin with my
ngs abou
clean pair of soft black leggings, a comfortable black bralette, an oversized pastel yellow t-shirt, and my favorite cow print fuzzy socks. Between applying face m
I turn to rush out of the bathroom
slippery step that I take toward the front door. It's only seconds before I come to s
AAS
essing down the latch. At the familiar click, I pull the door open, and just as my eyes l
u.
For a moment, it's as though I'm stuck in the limbo of time, the fragments of my mind collidi
said he'd be gone all night again. He said he'd be busy working, and despite him telling me to stay home,
anted a ch
nlucky for all my li
that I was never going to make up my mind if I tried to discipline myself into picking just one, so I decided that night would be the night that I'd hap
t to the hall that leads down to the storage room and restrooms. As I reached for the silver handle, my ey
a second hand tightly covering my mouth. My gasp was muffled,
oftly, whispe
golden-brown eyes-are loo
mouth as he invites himself into my home. My breath hitches in my lungs, my eyes widening as the pair of men in leather
I'm imagining things. I tell myself that the pot t
t can't be farth
away from me as he holds his grip steady. He doesn't budge, and with my heart at
eyes bore into my own, warning
...o
.
on't hur
oat as I force my shaky hands to releas
-just as I
owing that he was ab
ng across the counter with guns pointed at the cashier. The brown turban on the cashier's head
!" They snarled at
cent as he threw his hands up in the air and backed awa
wasn't
ng done as he was told, the criminal who held his gun to him while his fri
eyes suddenly falling as I watched the man collapse onto the hard floor. I trembled bene
behind the lapel of his black leather jacket. The fluorescents reflected off of the shi
sles before rushing out of the store. If it weren't for the shaky breath that I c
nd falling away from my mouth only to take my arm in his
following willingly a
I heard tires screeching and police sirens wailing, and in the midst of what I thought would be the last night of m
ket when he relinquishes his hold on the back of my head. The light that flickers from the silver pie
ell you not to scr
un cold. That same deep, husky voice that rang in my ears for m
the world can calm my uneven breath. Despite the turning in my
be quiet.
over my mouth. Knowing I'd be an idiot not to, I refrain from crying out for help as I lower my arms from beside
stammer helplessly, my v
it never left, and he taunts me, teasing me for his own
e, I didn'
new car smell, all I could do was cling onto the door's handle as he drove off. The sirens wailing behind us
oever-he was driving us away from was more than I cared to concern myself with, and after speeding down more than a handful of
lap, he cocked his head to the side, turning to look at me. I hadn't realiz
not
reaching over to my lap. I involuntarily flinched, my eyes snapping to his hand as he abruptly took one
g in approval as he eyed the bitten cho
oment, I hel
't know what his plans fo
ed to Levi...I sho
ort from finishing the rest of the bar
his husky voice tinged with arrogance. "Who are you?" He arched a
ump out of the car and run as far away from him as
oftly. "My name i
igued glint that f
ion to Lev
here
urge me to get the hell out of his truck and away from him-like most guys di
at my brother owes him a f
g." A humorless chuckle emitted from the back of his throat, and he clicked his tongue. "Merc
yelashes emphasized the full shape of his eyes, his plump lips tainted with a natural pink, and his silky black hair had been combed n
alian or
e sound of him crumbling the empt
almost convinced that he had no intention of answering. That was until he tossed the
rce
al
ian, and unfortunately, by the time