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Oyabun
Chapter 4: Change of Heart
Author's Note:
Please read this! School has started and I am going to be extremely busy. This meaning that I will either have shorter chapters or longer waits between updates. Please don't demand too much from me! I have six other stories I'm writing and am very stressed. It's hard for me to say all this, but it's the truth. I hope you all understand and will still stand by me!
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He led her out to the bar.
Hookers there instantly turned to perform for him.
Françoise looked away, totally and completely disgusted by the women in front of her… women who sold their bodies for money.
Thoughts ran loose in her head. What if he made her do the same? She would never…
009 looked at her face.
Repulse.
He smiled at that.
Good. He found something she hated.
Bending over to her small frame, he whispered in her ear, "Watch them carefully. I might ask you to do the same."
Françoise bolted up in surprise.
And here she thought he was… well, nicer than said.
Nonetheless, Françoise forced her eyes towards women, their lithe bodies scantily clad in things Françoise never knew about.
The neon lights were a drug she saw as she looked around the room, closer than when she first came in.
Men were everywhere, of every race, shape, size…
Looking at her new boss' face, she noticed that compared with the rest of them, he was fairly young.
Too young.
Too young to be doing what he was now, dealing with lives, death… sex.
She flushed, cheeks filling with heat.
He noticed her blushing.
"Something going on in that little nasty head of yours?" he whispered.
Françoise whirled to look at him, mouth agape. And although it was open, she could not think of anything to say.
Grasping her arm lightly, he led her out of the bar.
Members of the Mafia stepped back to make a path for them.
Highly respected would be an understatement.
But one thing he knew, and it was that most of them were parting out of respected.
Oh no…
Pain, greed, lust, and rage…
The four things that ran the Mafia.
Like a god he swept through crowds.
Like a god he was treated --to be treated-- by all, for all time.
In his mind he was immortal.
Totally and completely.
In his mind he was a legend.
A myth, a story, something great… something wonderful in all the wrong ways.
In his mind…
Françoise trailed lightly behind the man she would soon get to know.
They passed many rooms, turning at many corners, until finally they arrived.
His bedroom.
Françoise stiffened as soon as she saw the large bed.
He wasn't going to make her sleep with him, right?
Wrong.
"Well, I guess you'll have to do for my personal whore, huh?" he mused.
The young French girl jumped, holding her hands in front of her body.
"N-no, you can't --I can't--, n-no, please-" she stuttered.
He smirked.
"Well, I've always liked them feisty."
Françoise stepped back away from him. "You wouldn't," she whispered. "Please."
"Three months, Françoise, three months." His eyes glittered like rubies. "You signed it."
He took off his jacket and walked towards her, now wearing a dark blue T-shirt.
Françoise was backed along the wall, her ocean-colored eyes blaring for help, like a doe moments away from her death.
He was so close that she could feel his warm breath on her face.
She squeezed her eyes tightly shut.
Was that the way she was going to lose her virginity?
The second he touched her face softly, she kicked.
Kicked as hard as she could at his stomach.
009's eyes went wide.
He had not expected that at all.
Pain corseted through him, and he fell heavily to the carpeted ground.
Françoise saw blood.
Blood?
She couldn't have kicked him that hard, had she?
She rushed down, kneeling next to him, the past forgotten.
"Are you hurt?" she asked, anguished.
"No shit," he cursed.
"Can I help? Please, I'm so sorry," she begged.
The pain subsided a bit, and motioned at a large mahogany desk.
"Second drawer from the top left. There'll be a First Aid kit in it."
Françoise ran over to it, opening the drawer.
She recoiled.
Next to the kit was a gun, glowing.
Hesitating, then remembering the man she had hurt, she grabbed the kit.
Using a small pair of scissors she found in it, she cut through the shirt, first lying him on the ground.
Unlike what she had expected, there was already a blood soaked bandage there. Cutting it too, she found a bullet wound, freely bleeding.
"What happened?" she gasped out.
"A gentleman left it for me yesterday as a parting gift before heading to a vacation in hell. It seems you have reopened the wound," he said bitterly, ironically.
"I'm so sorry!" Her small hands flew to her mouth.
Slowly, carefully, she recovered the small, dark red hole.
Leaning back to examine her work, she instead saw his finely chiseled chest, the muscular, but not to bluff upper torso…
She blushed again, but luckily this time, his eyes were already closed.
Asleep…
She walked to the bed and gathered the rich coverlet in her arms, and spread it on his body.
Taking one last look at his peaceful face, she jumped on the couch and closed her eyes.
However, the memories of him came leaping to her.
Peacefully at times, a devil in others.
He was so strange, yet so familiar…
What more of him didn't she know?
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Yes, wonderfully faithful readers, this chapter is complete. It took me a little under an hour, but it was still pretty hard to write. Hope you enjoyed it!
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