S I E N N A
It was late in the evening when we headed out of the mansion to pay the Murphys a visit.
I had on a Calvin Klein triangle black bra, a dark green blazer and dress pants. My hair cascaded down my shoulders in it natural waves.
If I wanted to murder someone at least, I have to look good for it.
The men had on black leather jackets and black jeans. Murderous looks were on their faces.
Blood was gonna be shed tonight. That was a done deal
Andrew and Elizabeth owned a local bar in Rome. It was just forty minutes drive away from the mansion.
Blade's Cadillac Escalade wove through the busy streets of Italy. The evening sun casted long shadows on the ground. The slanting rays of the setting sun gave a warm orange to the sky. Night time was fast approaching.
No one uttered a single word. We were consumed by our thoughts.
The heavy weight of the gun in the waistband of my pants made my body surge with adrenaline. It's been years since I've used a gun or murdered someone.
I couldn't wait to end some lives.
After several minutes of gruesome anticipation, Blade pulled up next to an old building. The paint peeled off the building showing sun-baked hues underneath.
The building was in bad condition and in need of dire reconstruction.
"This the place?" I asked, scanning our surroundings as we got out of the SUV.
The bar was located in the worst part of town in Rome. There were a couple of abandoned buildings. The road was deserted. No single soul in sight.
"Yeah." Nico gave a curt reply
I hummed and took off my shades, nestling it on my forehead.
The skies were blanketed with stars. The occasional barking of faraway dogs broke the eerie silence of the night.
Without another word, Blade walked into the building, and the rest of us fell in tow.
The door creaked open and shook violently when it was slammed shut. It looked like it was gonna fall off it hinges at any moment.
There was a few customers lounging in the poorly air conditioned room. The windows beckoned no light inside, lifting the gloom that the walls imposed.
The only lighting in the room were a few couple of light bulbs that blinked constantly probably because their electrical bills were unpaid.
The smell of alcohol, marijuana, stale food and cigarette permeated the air.
The ceiling had a leak, creating a messy puddle around the corner of the room on the tattered carpet. Flies buzzed around it.
Blade strode over to the woman by the small makeshift bar with a bad hairdo, a white dress with stains and a black apron tied around her waist.
Her face conveyed a grim expression as she cleaned the bar countertop.
Anger arose in my chest when I saw her name on the name tag. Elizabeth.
"Elizabeth Murphy. I would like to speak with you and your husband." Blade said with a cynical look. A wicked smirk brushed the corners of his lips.
"How do you know my name and what do you want from us?" She asked in irritation.
Seconds passed before recognition flashed across her eyes and she visibly gulped at the sight of Blade Armani. I guess she was familiar with the Italian mafia Don. Who wouldn't?
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Bloody Hell
Romance[COMPLETED] Sequel to Blade. Love is messy, complicated and a bit challenging. Blade and Sienna's relationship is far from perfect. They both make a lot of mistake that threaten to cause a rift between them but they're stronger than they appear to b...
