The only family vixen has ever known are the Santiago's. These are the only people she would die for, and be herself around.
Now if someone were to mess with that, she will bring them hell. To her, they are the only ones that matter.
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I just want to state that I mean no offense to any religion lol before y'all read this, it is just purely entertainment. I am not Christian either so idk how the prayers go lol -sparrow
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God is great, God is good,
But sometimes he fucking hates me.
What have I done to receive this torture? Sure I torture and kill people for a living, but they all deserve it. Yes I admit to selling drugs and weapons, but to be fair I am doing the public a service. This country's economy would be shit without any of these things. I mean I get it, you're God, so you know what- maybe I shouldn't be telling you all of this. Then again, YOU ARE GOD- so you obviously already know. I'm getting sidetracked, but I guess what I meant to say was: forgive me father for I have sinned and allow me at least 10 minutes of peace, please? Help a girl out would ya?
Harley and I were currently being graced by a motherfuckers presence, who also decided to bless us with his gun pointed to our heads.
When we had came out of the restroom, everything seemed to be fine. That only lasted about 5 seconds though.
Shockingly, the guy that had been hitting on me all night was a Bratva member.
One punch led to another, and now here we were—being held at gunpoint. The guy who I now know as Ivan- kept on telling Harley to shut up.
She was laughing.
I am pretty sure it was the alcohol, but she really needed to calm down. I could tell he was becoming more and more agitated as time went on. I honestly don't know what he was waiting for- he clearly needed something.
"SHUT THE FUCK UP!" I swear I saw smoke come out of his ears. His pale complexion did not help at all, in fact it just made him look like a tomato.
Thank fuck for melanin.
"What the fuck do you want?" I snapped back at Ivan. Harley was starting to sober up, which managed to calm him down a little bit.
"I want you to shut the fuck up, and let me think bitch!" He practically screamed in my face. One thing I did not tolerate was disrespect, and this little bitch was really pushing it. "Who the fuck do you think you're talking to hoe? I suggest you fix your tone, before I do it for you."
Surprisingly that came from Harley; she was fully sober now. The look on her face was intimidating to say the least. She had always managed to get information out of people, but her methods were questionable.
Sadistic
Usually she would just torture the fuck out of them, however sometimes she would seduce them. Weird I know The look on their faces never failed to make me laugh though.
Those acting classes payed off I guess
All of the workers and customers had left when they saw him pull out the gun. "The disc- I want the disc." That pulled my attention back to him. I looked over at Harley, the same shock written on her face that was on mine.
It had been a while since we had heard about that. I had initially obsessed over finding what disc the robber had talked about. It had consumed me. Thankfully, Harley pulled me out just before I hit the deep end.
"I don't fucking know what motherfucking disc you're talking about!" This time it was my turn to scream. My authoritative and dominate side was coming out. I could sense Harley tensing beside me.
She hated when I was like this
"Now either you fucking shoot us, and have the whole mafia after you; or you let us go and I hunt you down later. Your choice. Hurry up though." His whole face paled. I was seriously questioning if he even knew who I was. This was the first time since I took over, that someone had even dared to threaten me. This man took it to another level by pointing a gun to my head.
Gathering whatever confidence he had left, he stood up straighter. "Get on your knees! NOW!"
He must have a death wish
Something inside me snapped, it was like the Dom in me had taken control. I let him rant his frustrations out. I was barely listening though, my mind immediately went to the darkest parts. I already thought of about ten different ways I could kill him already.
They were boring and too quick though...
Out of all the things I hated that was the first: a man thinking he could dominate me. Practically everyone knew that Vixen Grey does not kneel nor take commands from a man.
"Are you fucking done bitching? I have places to be and people to meet. I fucking warned you to hurry up, and look what you do- manage to piss me off to the max. So I thank you Ivan, for your sacrifice. Its been ages since I properly tortured someone." I smirked, you could see the fear swirling in his eyes. He started to sweat and shake.
"Now this is how its going to go: you will put the gun down and sit in that fucking chair. Then, you're going to tell me what disc you are talking about like the good little bitch you are." I sneered.
"I would listen to her I were you- she seems pretty serious," a familiar voice stated. I looked over Ivan's shoulder to see Roman with a pistol aimed at Ivans head.
Well that was unexpected
Not that I wasn't thankful- just surprised. Didn't Harley say he had an emergency?
Roman looked at us and asked "Are you guys alright?" There was nothing but pure concern laced in his question. I don't know why but that made me slightly less mad.
"Yea we're fine, but he won't be." I told him all the while looking at Ivan dead in the eyes. He knew he wasn't going to make it out of here alive.
Out of no where Ivan started to fidget with something in his mouth.
The fuck is he doing?
It kind of looked like he was chewing something.
Then it clicked. "FUCK NO! You do not get to take the cowards way out!" I got up and kicked him in the face- effectively knocking him out cold.
"Poison in his tooth. He was going to commit." I looked up and saw the recognition register on their faces. It was an old technique used in wars. The person would have a tooth they could easily move with their tongue and chew on it. In it was a poison that would kill them in a matter of seconds.
I heard a crack, and looked down to see Ivans nose broken. Harley just shrugged and said "I've been wanting to do that all night." Nodding my head I looked towards Roman with a questioning gaze.
"I'll answer your questions, but we have to get out of here before the cops come." Not even two seconds later I heard sirens.
Shit
"Come on." We quickly picked up Ivan and stuffed him in the trunk. Harley had tied his hands and duck taped his mouth. He would be trapped in there now. We all got into Roman's car since it was the fastest out of them all.
"Floor it Roman," was the last thing I heard before the roar of an engine blasted through my ears.
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