I should really be working on some of my other stories right now. I find stories are easier to write when you're just starting and I always have a hard time getting from one scenario to the other and take weeks before I update!
But fear not! Soon it will be summer vacation and my teachers will stop nagging, my classmates will stop bullying and I won't have to deal with the awful feeling they give me! If I'm under a lot of pressure I'll get terrible headaches and stomach cramps and I can't even sleep!
Sorry, I have annoyed you with my personal problems long enough.
The First thing you noticed when you woke up was the bright light which couldn't be good since your house didn't have a lighting and you always closed the blinds. You tried to jump up and yank the gun from your drawer next to your bed but found yourself unable to move.
You found yourself falling of whatever surface you'd been on and landing on a floor with a small thud. You silently thanked the owner for having such a thick and soft carpet.
You heard people laugh as you tried to push yourself up. A pair of strong yet slender arms pick you up bridal style. You managed to turn you head and look at him. Blond hair with a white hat a tanned skin. You couldn't deny that he was handsome, the kind of guy Mindy would flirt with at the bar.
OH FRUK! MINDY! That bitch got you stuck here! She sold you to pay some muscle bag german! Who was this guy, what did he want and what did he do while you were out of it?!
"Please calm now mio amore." The one holding you said in a tone that, with his italian accent, was somewhere between soothing and seductive. You couldn't really decide which came out victorious in the situation.
"She's still numb. I doubt she can hear ya!" Someone said, a bit too loud.
"Of course she can hear. Didn't you see her spasm of the desk just now?!" Someone snapped with an accent resembling that of the man holding you.
"I'll bring her back to her senses." The one holding you said.
He sat down behind his desk, putting you on his lap. He draped on of your arms over his shoulder and rummaged trough his desk drawer. He grabbed a bottle of pink liquid and put the content into his mouth. He grabbed your chin, forcing you to look up at him. He pressed his soft lips onto yours and parted them slowly, allowing the strange liquid in and forcing you to swallow it. It was warm and sweet and you wondered whether this was the stuff he'd made you drink or the italian himself.
The moment you caught yourself thinking this you banished those thoughts and went back to trying to escape.
The numbness faded from your limbs and you pulled away from the Italian holding you, gasping for air.
"w-what were you-"
"feeling better?" he asked, grabbing your chin once more, forcing you to stare into his deep red eyes.
"yes, so you can put me down now!" you said, struggling out of his grasp.
After getting up, the Italian placed his legs on his desk and leaned back with a rather unamused look on his face. You looked him over once more, your jaw almost dropping when you recognized him.
HE WAS STEFANO VARGAS! the one in charge of the Vargas mafia group! the greatest mafia group known in your universe!
unfortunately he caught you staring and smirked confidently.
"like what you see mio amore?" he asked getting up and taking a step towards you. You backed away bumping into something. Or rather... someone...
the german who'd abducted you glared down at you, releasing a low growling sound from the back of his throat.
"OH GOD!" you squeaked jumping back. Even Stefano was preferable to this guy!
Stefano wrapped his arms around your waist and laughed.
"don't worry he always wakes up in a bad mood! Maybe sleeping on a bed like a normal person would help Lutz!" he said, half mocking the german. Wait, he was sleeping straight up? Was that even possible?
"hhm." was the only sound heard from the german.
"so, who was she again?" the second Italian that was heard earlier asked.
"this is _. she was a little gift from Mindy as a replacement for the money she owes." Stefano explained.
"there's no way she's worth that much!" you heard the other Italian shout.
You snapped your head in the direction of the voice. If Stefano was holding you right now the other Italian had to be...
his brother Luciano. The greatest assassin of all times. He was known using small kitchen knives to kill his victims to make their deaths more painful and slow. And he just so happened to be twirling a knife between his fingers. You thanked to gods that he was currently directing his rage at the man in the corner.(or rather. You thanked the demons for choosing to make him suffer instead of you.)
"well... I wouldn't be so sure about that fratello." Stefano let go of you and walked around you, looking you over carefully. He placed his hand on your shoulder and caressed your neck.
"she might still be pure." Stefano stated.
"HA, as if!" Luciano spat out.
"her skin is completely flawless, she seems well bred, and she couldn't even handle mouth-to-mouth a second ago." Stefano argued.
Only then did you realize what they were talking about. Well, Stefano was right. To love, meant to trust. Lust meant giving yourself up and becoming a fool. You'd never kissed someone in your entire life.
Uhm... except for Stefano just now.
"I think Stefano is right." There was a japanese man sitting half naked on the ground wrapping bandages around his midsection. He didn't bother to look up at you and just continued to fumble with a new roll of bandage.
"KURO PUT SOME CLOTHES ON THIS FRUKING SECOND OR ELSE!" Luciano shouted. Subconsciously you once again pressed yourself a little closer to Stefano.
"I'm busy." the asian mumbled, paying little attention to the demon standing before him.
"OKAY! THAT'S IT! YOU'RE A DEAD MAN KURO!" Luciano shouted, diving on top of Kuro who pulled his sword out in the blink of an eye and blocked the Italian's attack.
Lutz dashed towards the two of them and tried to pull them apart with as only result getting cut by both parties.
By now you were so taken in with the fight between your abductor, the great mafioso assassin, and the man who'd dared to challenge them both, that you didn't notice Stefano's arms around your waist.
He turned you to face him to get your attention back.
"this place is getting a bit crowded don't you think? Let's go somewhere else." he said suggestively. You turned around to look at the fighting men once more. Staying here would mean you'd avoid being stuck with the obviously perverted mafia boss and you'd get a quick end then again...A knife flew straight in your direction.
As it was about to strike you in the eye Stefano skillfully caught it between his fingers, making stop only an inch away from your eye.
"y-y-yes. Let's go." you agreed.
I'm tired. I'll continue another time. We'll (obviously) be getting to the M part in the next chapter.
Having 'be italian' from nine on repeat right now. Certain music helps me write.