The Vicious Scent Of The Mafia's Black Rose

Brinda

My heart swelled as I stared at Francesco's face which was full of pride. I knew he wouldn't believe a word I said.

Each step he took towards me made the air thick with tension.

“Can you prove that?” He whispered into my ear while he pulled me closer. I raised an eyebrow in response. He smiled before he added, “That your pussy now drips.”

I pushed him off me.

After accomplishing that, I nearly cried.

Why?

What took my eyes below?

Francesco was naked. He had nothing covering his private parts. The sack that covered his balls dangled left and right.

Truth be told. The balls were big… and his manhood?

Massive. Veiny. Cocky. Lengthy. Attractive.

I looked away quickly so he wouldn't catch me staring for a long time.

“If you want to suck it, you can. It's free of charge for you.” A warm glow spread across his face.

“I can't suck such. Isn't it the same squeaky old toy that Bullet sucked the other day?” I asked, undeniably causing trouble.

“I see! You're just jealous. You want it all to yourself. Don't you know that you can't have your cake and eat it?”

“Who would be jealous over a bloody man like you?”

“Should we try out something?” He asked.

After that, he attempted to kiss me but I kicked him below. He let out a loud groan while he cupped his balls with his hands.

“How dare you?” His countenance switched to an angry and possessive one.

“I apologize, sir. I…” I stammered on purpose.

“As it should be. A slave will always remain a slave.” He mocked.

His words made my stomach churn.

“Even an elephant cannot stop an angry Lioness. One day, I will be your downfall. I will crush you… I will crush your ego and make you fall at my feet. I will also use this moment to tell you that I am not weak, I'm just being cautious.”

I really needed to tell him that.

Despite my threat, he laughed it off. He grabbed my arm and pushed me to the wall. His voice turned cold, “Don't mess with me. No matter how smart you are, I will be a thousand times ahead of you because you are my slave and you are meant to crawl under my feet.”

I shut my eyes and took all of Francesco's words in.

The actions I took before we met in the bathroom came rolling into my memory. I decided that I should forfeit one of the situations I'm in.

I sneaked in with Bullet and Francesco appeared out of nowhere. She must have been caught outside. Though, she has worked with Francesco for some time. I believe he won't just get rid of her like that.

I returned my gaze to his side, ensuring that my eyes were locked on his. “I am not your slave. You are not the owner of my life. I QUIT!!!”

Francesco laughed as he watched me turn to leave. “You can't leave. Your life is in my hands.”

I smirked, “Really? I never knew that. Well, if that is what you think, it is coming to an end right now. Anyway, you let Sarah die and you forced me to push Peter down the cliff. Now, he is after me. It is better to die than to be killed by him or to be tormented by you.”

Francesco rolled his eyes. He walked to the bathtub and soaked himself in it. “Twenty four hours. Within twenty four hours, you will come begging at my feet.”

“To hell with you.” I fired.

When I got to the gate, the gentle breeze that blew past my skin let me stretch my hands in the skin and inhale the cold air.

I walked along the streets till I got to a supermarket. I bought some food to eat overnight. I managed to get outside and stopped a taxi to take me home.

As I opened the door, I felt a cold burning sensation on my exposed shoulder. The touch was familiar but I couldn't point out who it was.

I closed the taxi’s door and beckoned to the driver to leave.

When I turned around, I saw Mr. Desmond's calculating face. “Long time, Brinda. It's been days and you've been running from the night club. We have clients for you. Don't you need money to save your mother's life anymore?” He asked but I looked away thinking about why I stopped to talk to him in the first place.

“No replies?” He inquired. “Could it be… because you killed my brother? I'm not gonna let you go, okay? I will make sure you go to jail.” He warned.

I sucked the night air in. “I will be glad if you can send me there. My life is gradually running out anyway. It's just a matter of a few days.”

I moved away from him but my steps were slow. I wasn't even sure where I was headed until my consciousness snapped. I found myself in an area with no street lights.

The entire area was just dark.

I turned back to where I was coming from. My steps quicker than that of a Lion eyeing its prey.

Before I could leave the street, three black cars rolled in. My breathing hitched. I turned to escape from the other side but I was stopped when four of the same cars pulled up in front of me.

Just as I expected, men cladded in black suits just like when Francesco was trailing me earlier alighted from the cars.

I noticed one thing though, they weren't Francesco's men.

Who could have sent them?

They rushed towards me and we squared off in a fight. I battled three of them at once. When I nearly gained the upper hand, another set of men also emerged from the cars.

This time, with guns and other harmful objects in their arms. A scarred man also alighted from the cars.

Realizing I needed to save myself too, I pulled one of them and used him as my defense tool while I stepped back cautiously.

The man with a scarred face who had been their leader uttered, “If you value your life, come with us.”

“Why should I come with you? Why are you after me? I don't even know you freaks.” I retorted, still stepping back.

The man in my hold struggled to free himself but I was relentless in my agenda — To escape by any means.

“Waste him!” The scarred man ordered the armed men when he saw my unyielding spirit.

The men fired their guns while the man gagged for breath. Blood spilled from his body.

I bent behind him before I dumped him and dashed into the nearby buildings. Managing to get to the rooftop of a building, I peeped through the window to see what was happening when I ran off.

The door of the most expensive car among them opened and a man alighted from the vehicle. I sharpened my eyes to see who it was.

To my surprise, it was Peter who calls himself Marshall now. He moved slowly, almost as if his bone was broken.

Is it possible that he broke his leg when I pushed him down the cliff? But I did not notice that the day I and Bullet broke into his mansion.

“We couldn't find her.” The scarred man reported as he went on his knees and bowed his head.

“Find her for me. I want her dead or alive.” Marshall ordered after hitting the man with the walking stick in his left hand.

My heart ached after his words before I took to my heels to leave the area if I still want to live within the one year I had left due to the poison Francesco had forced me to take.