MAFIA

Chapter 21

Lauren's POV

Poison, that's what they call me.. I kind of like it however even though I admit it's meant to cause offence, but in my opinion poison is useful for many things other than death, it can change minds and corrupt thoughts, tame liars and strengthen cowards.. if I am poison? Fine! Maybe that's why I'm so fucking successful!

"You know you're adorable when you're daydreaming?"

Fallon called from across the room pulling me out of what I like to call a death plotting trance before gliding towards me with a puckering smile, the full glossy lips and sharp winged liner more attractive than I'd liked to admit, she'd never fallen for my flirts.. sad really however I liked it that way, I liked having something to chase amongst the tedious day to day

"Wouldn't you love to know what it's about?"

"Not at all! I would however like to know what you intend to do about the two guards fighting it out downstairs in the weapon room?"

My eyes widened at her remark, call me crazy but I loved the futile mistakes bots made when trying to prove their dominance.. the reason being it only ever took a single woman to completely destroy their egos.. that woman being me!

"Hmm... maybe observe for a minute?"

"Follow me then princess"

Fallon smirked peeling me from within my chair as I tuck away the blood red lipstick into the side of my panties, as safe a place as any I must say, the walk was short but I still couldn't get used to the unfamiliar walls, black and glossy instead of grey dingy concrete... Camila really did like to flash the cash but I couldn't really blame her, she oozed show off and admittedly I kind of liked it, she wasn't afraid to wear diamond Rolexes or blinding hip length diamonds..

A few moments later just ahead of the wide pass doors as suggested two guards stood beating 10 bells of shit out of each other, their bloody faces and half torn down uniform evident of some kind of disagreement, my guy.. her guy.. some had taken the memo of getting along but I guess others hadn't as all they could be heard talking about was the country in which they had reside, I stepped forwards tapping my gun against the metal desk beside me dropping the commotion dead centre in the room, two worn out breathless faces staring back at me with guilt written like a tattoo

"Are we done boys?"

They stumbled away from each other as if carrying the plague to stand tall in formation at least a few metres apart, my eyes rolling over each while Fallon's presence could be felt from behind, I couldn't help but snigger to myself.. it was kind of funny really however with neither responding my laugh quickly turned into a displeasures grunt

"You know usually I'd shoot you both square between the eyes for being so fucking disrespectful in the place you live a life of luxury! But this shit is too funny... Fallon hand me those!"

I called pointing out at a pair of handcuffs sat neatly beside a gun rack, the metal hitting against my palms as both men dropped their jaws to stare back, I could hear the things being said within their minds.. 'what the fuck is this crazy bitch doing' likely to be the most prominent as I walk towards them clicking my fingers to usher them to move closer, their huffing exhausted chests obeying as they step beside each other allowing me to cuff their wrists like a couple working out some kind of dumb marriage disagreement

"You wanna act like children ill treat you like children, cuffs stay on until you two work your shit out! If you two decide to kill each other in the meantime then I guess I don't have to worry about doing it myself!"

I began lifting my gun up to hover either chin, the closing jaws and gulping breaths evident they had been listening, you'd be surprised how many didn't in times like this.. they would tell you their selves but.. they're dead? Beautiful!