"Boss, your phone," I was sitting on my balcony, looking out at the beautiful sunset and just thinking about what life will be like in a few days. I can't wait to look at sunsets with the love of my life, for the rest of my life.
Beauty and I have been looking at sunsets for these past few weeks and I can't get out of my mind how peaceful she and I are whenever we watched the sun set. I'll hold her in my arms and I won't get tired of her body being close to mine and now...now we're going to be parents.
"Boss," I snapped my head back at the silly man who kept calling me.
"Who the fuck is it?" I snapped at him. I was thinking about Beauty and whenever I think about her, I don't want to get interrupted because I enjoy the world I get lost in.
"It's your uncle, he says you want to hear him, it's about Beauty," the man said as he hande
"My brother will find me, Carter," I said as I looked at the older cruel looking wrinkled man in front of me as the sound of chains on the ground seemed to fill his momentary silence."I don't think I've ever heard of an American Don who needed his big brother's help," he replied cockily with a smirk and I narrowed my eyes at his ugly face."Well, not every American Don's older brother is Axwell," I replied, my tone levelled and cold as it always was.He stepped up to me, his face an inch away from my chest as he craned his neck to look up at me and meet my eyes, "I don't know you are, and I don't know who he is, but I'm one hell of a threat because here I have you, the American Don..."He snarled at me, and I simply tightened my fists, calming my inner beast which could snap his neck easily. I wouldn't have hesitated to take care of him, I wouldn't have hesitate
Mason was talkative, much too talkative for my liking. Throughout my entire life I had been taught to remain silent and observe, to speak only when I had figured my entire target out, to only speak when someone was going to die and to only speak when I found it necessary.Mason, Mason shared none of those teachings with me. With him, it was talking in the day, talking at night and it took everything in me to hold back from strangling him while he spoke.Of course those were my thoughts for the first two days, but after that, I found it- not soothing- but it kept me sane to listen to Mason drone on about anything and everything. We were in solitary confinement which meant no going outside, well, me at least. Mason got an hour outside once a day and when he came back he would tell me how it was outside, as though I had never been there before but I held back from saying anything and instead
I was brought back to the basement, as I believe it should be called, and the red boots, what I have chosen to call her guards- Kitty's guards, had instructed me to take off my overalls and take a shower. Once again, it wasn't a peaceful shower and it was starting to piss me off that they would beat me up for no reason, it seemed they took pleasure in it. When I was done with the shower, they handed me a neatly folded black overall similar to the one I had been wearing before, since the day I got here.Today, the basement had been different. A few days ago when I had been brought here it was an open floor, with only the shower but now, besides the shower was a square brown table and two chairs, across from each other. After getting dressed they had forced me to sit and wait, their eyes on me and I simply put my hands behind my back as I closed my eyes, meditating and wondering where the hell my brother was.I only o
Kitty. I couldn't get her face out of my mind, it's almost like God was punishing me with her beauty. Her name too, Kitty, it wasn't fitting. Kitty was too innocent, Kitty was too sweet. It was a name meant for someone or something delicate and a kitten.
"Two weeks? Did it have to take you so long, Axwell?" I asked with a smirk as I sat up on my bed and I was met with my brother Axwell, leaning against the door and he smiled back at me."I'm here right now, am I not?" He asked me, his British accent was thick and I could barely hear the words that came out of his mouth.I stood up from the bed, unable to stop myself as I walked to him and he embraced me in a long hug. He was my father, he was my mother, my brother and my best friend, all in one person."Here is your suit," my brother said to me when I finally pulled back from the hug between us and I took the bag he handed me in my hands as I walked back to my bed and placed it on there as I began to strip.He had brought everything I needed; underwear, a shirt, my suit, socks and my shoes."You have scars," he said, "why is your body so beat
"Can I ask you a question, Mason?" I began when I finally began to see him stir from the deep slumber he was in.He jumped up when I spoke, clearly not expecting to see me standing beside his bed, dressed in a suit with a half lit joint in between my lips. He furrowed his eyebrows, and his red eyes were confused as he nodded his head slowly."What's that song you're always humming?" I asked him, my curiosity getting the better of me.He always hummed a certain tune, and sang terribly when he did. It irritated me but whenever he did this, he seemed so immersed in what he was doing that I revelled in the silence of him not speaking to me. I noticed that he did that whenever I ignored him or whenever he'd just gotten back from his showers where he seemed most vulnerable.I didn't know if it was his coping mechanism or what, but now,
"You know, Kitty, I could give you so much more than what Carter or any other person can," I began as I could feel a smirk growing on my face as I looked at Kitty who sat across from me. Stoic and straight faced as always, her eyes watching me, "I'm not saying leave the poor guy, but...yeah, dump his ass."I grunted when the guard whipped me with a baton on the back of my head and my head banged on the table and I started seeing stars so I just shut my eyes as I began to feel myself getting weaker from that hit.I shut my eyes tightly and let out groans at the pain of that hit, "you know," I began through loud breaths, "I'm going to get out of this place and when I do, I'm going to get every single one of you, and kill you," I said and I felt a hand on my neck as they forced me to look up at Kitty and my head bobbed uncontrollably. I felt like I couldn't control my neck.So the guard kept
"You need to tell me more about you," I began, "we had an agreement, Kitty, and you're not sticking to it."She blinked as she looked at me with a hard exterior, "what do you want to know, Prisoner VII?"I know she didn't have much of a good life and I wanted to ask about it but I also know that she won't tell me, so I'll just ask about other things that can somehow get her to open up a bit more. I was still waiting for Axwell to give me the information on her but I don't know if I can stay in here any longer, honestly.Carter was making my life a living hell and he wasn't lying when he said he was going to scar me. The man was here every morning, he and his two personal guards would come into the room, pour a bucket of ice cold water over me and then when I jumped up from my sleep with a shocking start, they'd grab me and just beat me with batons until