𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐨𝐰𝐞 𝐦𝐞, 𝐃𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐌 ✔

one

this world that you were living in, was different than any other

in this world, the weakest link had no chance of surviving

mafias,

who isnt scared of them?

i was scared of them too, but how did i end up joining a group/gang?

killing people for my boss?, but that was the thing

the weakest links always got killed

i was sat on the floor in front of my mirror, leaning against the bed, my eyes swollen, red, puffy

why was i dragged into this?

i was new to this kind of stuff, i mean i've been in this business for half a year, so technically im not new

but it just felt you know.. off

but the profits i got from this, pay checks bringing up to 5-6 digits everytime

i liked this, i liked the feeling of being able to get whatever the fuck i wanted, the feeling of seducing men and killing them off to finish the job

being able to decorate myself, my body with expensive clothing, necklaces, rings, everything

my family always warned me about this, but i didnt listen, sometimes i wish i did

then i wouldnt be in this situation, being one of the most wanted mafia members

my parents would be disappointed, but i was in too deep

my hand brushed over the bruise i gained in a fight

my thoughts get interrupted by a familiar ringing

i reach over for the phone laying on my bed and answer

"hello y/n?" i hear through the phone

"yeah?" i reply

"are you ready? we're almost reaching" i hear my boss say

"uh yeah i am, techno" i say looking at myself in the mirror

i quickly get up

looking through my closet

i pick out a tight dress, it was red

i throw my phone on the bed, "okay good" he says before ending the call

i quickly change and rush over to do my makeup and hair, completely forgetting that i was crying seconds ago

"how could i forget? i have a mission today" i say to myself as i quickly put on lipgloss, eyeliner and mascara

i didnt really need to put anything else on, simple looked good on me

i quickly do my hair by putting in up in a mom clip, not having enough time

i hear a car horn outside, "shit theyre here" i say grabbing my purse and phone, quickly looking at myself in the mirror