Rivalry above love-- a dark sketch of mafia life by Bluesky Idea (books to read in your 30s txt) 📖

she couldn't even imagine what would happen to her. A shiver ran down her spine as an image of Kostas and his men torturing the betrayers flashed in front of her eyes.

 

"I'm here." She said managing to roll her eyes.

 

"Where." He growled.

 

"Here." She blurted-- but it was too late.

 

She started jumping as the gunshots started rattling her eardrums. He wasn't stopping. Maybe one would land on her head and it would end easily. The growls and barks of animals continued.

 

"Stop." She shouted and made her way inside. 

 

He was there, cleaner than morning but that's not what caught her sight. There were two gigantic hounds who wouldn't stop barking at her. Calliah was stunned. He had them in leash--but for how long? The veins of both his arms pulsated as he was staggered right and left a little, a smile plastered playfully on his recently tanned face. His eyes scrutinized every inch of her body and Calliah felt utter disgusts consuming her.

 

"Who are you?"

 

"Carla Agnes."

 

He threatened to leave the leash loosening the hold a little causing the hounds to go wild even more. Her eyes widened and fear trapped her body. No.

 

"I'm Carla Agnes. There's no reason to not believe me." She yelled to make her voice audible.

 

"What do you do?" The hounds's barks were clouding the verbal conversation she had planned during the day.

 

"I kill."

 

"Are you a Greek?"

 

"No." She said it looking at his eyes directly.

 

"What were you doing there the other day." He spoke louder.

 

"Killing. Just what I do."

 

"On whose order?"

 

Calliah gulped. Her mind wasn't working as she kept eyeing their fangs and their spits that came out with every bark. Her eyes drifted towards his steady arms that Were holding the leash steadily-- for the time being.

 

"Oh, did I introduce you to them?." His green eyes illuminating in yellow light.

 " This one is Mike." He gestured his right arm.

 

 "and this one's Tyson. Get it?"

 

When she didn't reply. 

He pressed again in his playful voice.

 

"Get it? Get it?" 

 

Calliah couldn't believe the absurdity of her situation.

 

"Yes, Mike Tyson." She replied but slapped her face mentally. 

 

"Is that why you brought them. Because you couldn't handle me alone." She dared. 

 

She just wanted to get rid of those vicious creatures.

 

He was still smiling. "Yes, my bad."

"I couldn't handle a girl who cried at the start of simplest of my punishment." He scoffed. 

 

He did it again. He made her feel weak again. She was helpless. Every feeling was new to her. She didn't know if she should beg for mercy or just go for his head but the hounds. The hounds.

 

"Mike, go for it."

 

Noooooooooooo

 

The hound advanced on her. 

 

Calliah was an animal herself deprived of many feelings. Years of training to think like an animal, to see like an animal but she didn't know how to fight with an animal.

 

How do I fight it Nicholas?

 

She dodged it's various attacks but it got her soon after. She was thrown on the floor as it pounced on her, it's nails digging on her flesh. She held it by the neck. She couldn't let it come near to her face.It's dangerous fangs were ready to tear off her flesh. It was growling as she kept looking at it's green eyes which were just inches away from her's, it's nose twitching in anger.

 

....a girl who cried...

 

....simplest of my punishment... 

 

Erhard's voice bounced off her head. She felt high. The dog's bark sounded muffled. Only she was there and her enemy. 

 

If she let go, it would bite.

 

She rolled on the floor, hand squeezing it's neck all the while and she was on top. It's tail moved violently under her legs. She pressed and crushed them with her feet. The dog gave a loud whine. Calliah was disoriented with it's agonizing wail, it took the chance to go free and the hound bit her front lower neck.

 

"Aaah...." Her scream filled the room. The dog wasn't letting go. It would take her insides out. Calliah lunged her head forward and bit off it's neck. It let go but Calliah didn't. She couldn't let the monster be free. She did what she does.

 

"No...." He wailed along with the dog. He tied Tyson's leash to the window's grill and lunged himself towards the two figures as he tried to separate them. The girl wouldn't let go. He pulled her hair and twisted it and her face came out of Mike's neck. Her face was shining menacingly, her lips covered in blood, her neck dripping with it. She had bit Mike off with her bare teeth. He would find it arousing if not for the situation. Erhard could swear he heard the blood drip from her lip and touch the ground.

 

"Mike. No, No." The dog whimpered and whined as he carried it. There was a big gash on his lower neck and blood came off it. 

 

Calliah just stood there overwhelmed. This would be her end.

 

"If anything happens to him, I swear."  

 

His voice made her gain her senses and she examined the dog's wound.

 

It was not even that bad, Calliah thought. Few stitches and it would be okay just like her.

 

"He bit me too."  She was shivering. 

 

"Nobody cares." He yelled in her ears.

 

Calliah thought she would go deaf one of these days.

 

"Hey, hey, Mike, you stay with me. Okay.." He walked out of cabin speaking calm words to "Mike" and Calliah rolled her eyes.

 

She could hear him fussing outside.

 

"How the fuck do I do it?" He was yelling, cursing.

 

What was he doing.

 

"You, come here."

 

"Me?" She pointed her index finger towards herself.

 

"Fucking, don't test me bitch. Come here."

She obliged.

 

"Help me put him here."

 

"On bike?"

 

" No, on your motherfucking ass." 

 

Rule no. 47. Know your ground. No bravery is good that will render you dead.

 

Calliah ignored forcing a smile on her face.

 

"You taking him to hospital?" She saw him shaking his head in anger. She continued.

"I can treat him. Just a little first aid and I can..."

 

He made his way towards her.

"You do have a death wish." He came closer to her. Calliah was on verge of any emotion lately. His perfume intoxicated her senses immediately. 

His hand lifted to caress the wound created by the hound. 

Calliah closed her eyes as the wound tingled and she winced. She opened her eyes to find him gawking

 from her lips to her breats. Her bra was soaked in blood from the wound and he bit his lip at the sight. He was coming yet closer.

 

So much closer.

 

But Calliah stood her ground. She looked at his hair which was tucked back gently. He was clean- shaved. His chest was nearing her's. She gulped and bit her lower lip as she imagined the sensation it would have in her body.

 

"You were saying--" He said in his hoarse voice.  His hand lifted to caress the cut on her jawline. She felt a tingling pain and closed her eyes.

 

"Does it hurt?"

 

Calliah's eyes widened and her heart started beating faster. 

 

What was happening? Was she getting horny?

 

How long has it been?

 

 She noticed the veins bubbling on his arms and her panty dripped wet-- and this time it wasn't blood. His breath met her lips and she parted her mouth. He wrapped his right hand around her waist, connecting every cells of his hand with her skin. His cold hand dared to pierce her skin as it groped her body from her lower back to the hook of her bra where they stayed intact. She inhaled loudly. She looked at his eyes and there they were--lust. She was sure both of their eyes were twinkling with it.

 

 None of them made any move.

 

Calliah gained enough sense to think this wouldn't be fair to Nicholas.

 

"Mike went away." She whispered.

 

"Fuck, Mike." He yelled. "Mike."

 

He turned around but the hound was not there anymore. 

"Mike come back. You are sick." He shouted at the top of his lungs.

 

♠♠♠♠

 

Calliah was tired. She laid on the straws covering herself with it and closed her eyes. Blood came out of various places-- not including her vagina.The stabbing pain wouldn't leave and her body shivered.

 

She needed warmnth.

 

She had patched "Mike" up with stitches and bandages but he wouldn't let her use the first aid on herself. Now her captor was talking on a phone. She could hear his tensed voice but her tired mind couldnt't make out what he was speaking.Her body ached to sleep but that would mean she would be off guard. She was forcing herself to stay awake.

The door creaked and she adjusted herself deep inside the straws. Only her head was visible.

 

"Are you even getting this?" He moved his hand gesturning right and left.

"There is no way out." Yes she knew she would die eventually. "You don't get to eat, you get slow tortures everyday and in the end you die." A scowl appeared on his face. "And honestly--" Erhard sat on the floor leaning on the door.

"I am running out of patience."

 

"I know nothing." Calliah spoke in a worn out voice.

 

"Exactly, bitch. You know nothing." His lips twitched upward as he rested his right hand on his right knee before speaking again.

"That makes things worse, I would have to kill you and---"  

 

She cut her off. "Do it." 

 

"and it won't be an easy death." He finished his sentence. Calliah cringed at the look he wore. She could tell-- even in her drowsy state--  he looked tired but evil all the same. 

 

" you see, you have tested my patience--bad."

 

 She had gone so weak in the past few days that sleep was her only solace. Her eyes drooped to close.

 

Why is he standing.

 

"Not so soon, babygirl." She forced her eyes open.

 

"Remember this?" Horror captured her body as she fidgeted to move far below the straws. 

 

No...

 

Her brain cried at the memory of it's touch.

 

The iron rod.

 

He was nearing it to her face. Dread filled her eyes as she saw the rod hot and smoking.He would disfigure her face. 

 

"Please don't." She cried in her weak voice. "Please.."

 

"I don't want to either." He held her gaze and she held his. "Who do you work for?" He continued.

 

"Kostas Demo." She mumbled but he got it, oh he got it.

 

"Do you know where he is?" He spoke softly. 

 

Calliah stayed quiet.

 

"Do you fucking know where he is, bitch?" His shout rang in her ears so bad, she got up and sat herself leaning on the wall.

 

"No." She spoke.

 

"Lying." Erhard started pacing back and forth scratching his hair.

 

 "Fucking lying."

 

 He pulled out his gun and shot twice inside the room before grabbing the fallen rod from the floor and advancing on her.

 

" I don't know where he is, I swear...he keeps moving....he was out in China last week with his man.now he must have come back but he said he would finish the asian business first..but he..." Calliah blabbered until she thought it was safe but Erhard already had her attention. He let the rod fall on the floor with clinking sound.

 

"How do you know all this?" Calliah knew there was no point in lying in front to the devil and she had no desire for pain anymore but she couldn't sell her people out. She might have spilt too much information already. A hired assassin wouldn't know the boss's whereabouts anyway. Now, she didn't have time to think. She needed a harmless truth to tell.

 

"I heard from my trainer."

 

He raised his eyebrows and she knew she had to elaborate but how could she?

 

"You have to believe me. I am just a pawn." She  sobbed.

 

" How does your trainer know all of this?"

 

Fucking just kill me.

 

" He is Nicholas Demo, Kostas's son." Calliah said it. How was this truth going to be harmful anyway. It wouldn't, would it?

 

"So, I'm just gonna have to kill you "

 

Calliah looked at his face glaring daggers at him, shaking with anger and fear. She couldn't take this cat and mouse chase anymore.

 

"Who do you fucking want, just tell me.." her voice loud and deranged. She didn't want to die like this. Fuck, she was wrong for thinking she could take any t

 

Surprisingly, he remained quiet before sitting in front of her.

 

"Fabio Sommer."

 

She swallowed the lump in her throat at