The Russian mafia princess and the Italian mafia king. It's a wise old mafia tale: they are each other's biggest competitor, but the heart doesn't see competition it just sees love... sometimes.
Sometimes the darkness just needs some light and the...
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You ask your average mafia worker, if they enjoy killing most will look at you like you're insane. "No person enjoys killing," they'll say and respectfully they're wrong.
Killing someone sends me to a paradise where I'm in a constant state of euphoria. Does it make me a monster? Maybe, but watching someone take their last few breaths? That is a true magical moment, that I wish more people could feel.
Seeing their face full of fear because the end is near, that dreadful pained look when they realized their wives last memory of them will be the fight they had about her dry Roast beef, or my personal favorite- that look of loyalty.
Loyalty in a mafia is everything, its all we have I mean we're liars, thieves, cons, murders, in a corrupt business. We need a moral code to ensure the underworld doesn't turn into complete chaos.
As I'm killing these mafia men that look of pride of loyalty is the last thing their body will ever do. That look is there for a second before my blade wipes that look straight off their face as their heads tumble to the ground.
And it excites me- they backed the wrong one. They gave their loyalty to a cow, and now just like their leader they're all getting slaughtered.
So I love the thrill of it, and for so long I thought nothing would make me happier. And that was true that is, until I saw Katerina Inavov covered head to toe in blood killing dozens of men double her size – with a smile.
She's sweet and innocent but when it comes down to getting into her mafia mode my girl is downright psycho.
As another head rolled down, I caught her dainty hands wrapped around some men's neck, as she was continuously banging his head on the floor until his white face became purple and lifeless.
So transfixed on Katerina, an enemy man took advantage of my lapse of judgement as he lunged at me. Crashing into me, we both fell to the floor with him on top of me.
Sitting up on top of me slightly, his knuckles met my nose. But just like his brothers in the mafia his moves are weak and his half ill attempt at a punch felt like a little bee sting.
Lifting my arm, I take my sword and stab him in his stomach. Watching his face turn into dread as I dragged the blade from his heart to the start of his dick.
Another highlight, I'll replay over and over again till I die.
Taking a few seconds, I admire the blood that is erupting out of his chest like a volcano. All I want is more, I want them all to pay, I want to kill them all- brutally.
Abandoning my blade, I charge into an enemy mafia man crushing him to the floor. Jumping on top of him and landing with my knees on both sides of his middle I repeatedly start punching his face.
Attempting to fight back his hand tries to find my neck but his short arms just meet my chest.
Realizing how far he can go his hands start scratching my sides. Smirking, I take a page out of Katerina's page book and wrap my hands around his neck and squeeze like it's a lemon.
