Satan's P.O.V
I walked into her room grimly.
I do NOT like being on babysitting duty. There are hundreds of other men that do this, but he insists that I must do it. ME. Why should I babysit this bitch?
She sat on the bed, her eyes bloodshot. Her face was unmoving.
Did that asshole get her stoned?
She didn't even flinch... was she dead?
She looked baked...
She had an hour before he was coming, she needed to fucking sober up.
She takes twice as long when you're high.
This little suka has probably never gotten stoned before.
I stepped in front of her vision and I saw she was holding a finished joint.
I pulled it out of her grasp and threw it out.
Her eyes frowned at me.
''You need to shower, teper.'' (now)
She looked at me lazily and held out her hand like a zombie. Demanding that I carry her.
''Suka. I'm not picking you up. Get up.'' She frowned and muttered dragging herself off the bed, but of course, she couldn't do it.
Her tiny body probably got stoned after 2 hits.
''Annoying. Bitch.'' I muttered picking her up, hoisting her up in my arms like a child, her chin rested on my shoulder, and her legs wrapped around my waist as she clung to me.
Fuck this.
I carried her into the bathroom and turned on the shower. I sat her down on the closed lid of the toilet seat. ''Mari, you need to get in the shower, it's going to be cold, it'll help you sober up.''
She bit down on her lip and gave me a look that would make any man take her right then and there.
I cursed under my breath. ''Ah fuck this stupid girl is going to get my fucking murdered. FUCK.''
I turned to leave but stopped when I heard her whine. I turned back to her and frowned. Her head nodded and she began to tilt like the leaning fucking tower of Pisa.
Except this tower was surely going to hit the floor.
I ran to her side, and held her upright, whatever he gave her was stronger than weed, he was so fucked up. And so was she.
''Help me.'' she whispered.
What the actual hell?
She tried to take off her halter top and almost fell flat on her face with effort.
She wanted me to undress her? I'm not sure if I can NOT fuck her.
She pouted and I wanted to shoot myself.
''Fuck. Fine, okay.''
Any guy would gladly do this, but not any guy can just stop himself AFTER undressing a girl like this.
Not that I want to take advantage of her sober state but fuck, she's not making it easy with all the facial expressions and moaning.
I put her hands up and quickly pulled up the top, I pulled down her skirt and kneeled by her side.
I could fucking eat this bitch out right now.
''Step.'' She gripped my hair- which hurt by the way.
She stepped out of the skirt and turned around so I could unhook her bra. My finger trailed her back and with one swift moment, her bra fell off her shoulders.
Oh, fuck me...
...God damn perfect tits.
I slowly slid off her panties.
Oh. Fucking. Sweet. Jesus.
She was so... beautiful. Although her eyes looked bat-shit crazy red right now, the way her dark hair swayed by her breasts every time her head nodded made her look majestic.
I gripped her body, catching her from falling.
She's trying to get me fucking killed.
I took off my jacket and rolled up the sleeves of my white dress shirt.
My suspenders held my handguns and I reluctantly pulled them out.
''N-No'' she said softly ''You need to come in with me.''
I shook my head, and tried not to look at her body, ''Dumbass, I know tha-''
''Naked.''
What. The. Shit. Fuck.
I paused, ''You're a horny stoner, aren't you?''
I checked my phone.
We had 50 minutes. If the boss found out he'd fucking kill me, but this bitch would kill herself if she tried to shower on her own, I am very well aware of what she can do with a shower head...
She wouldn't remember anyway.
''I'm not getting fully naked with you, horny suka.''
I unbuttoned my shirt and stepped out of my dress shoes, pants, and socks until was left in my boxers.
She reached for me to take them off but I grabbed her wrists. ''Fucking no, get in the damn shower, you're lucky I'm fucking doing this.''
I lifted her into the shower and I felt her ass on my cock and it was fucking destroying me.
She struggled against me, I guess she didn't like cold showers then.
I held her head under the freezing tap, her dark hair getting soaked, I washed her hair with the shampoo and soaped her skin.
I froze as I felt her tracing the tattoos on my arms.
She was going to fucking destroy me, I'm the one that needs a cold shower right now.
I took in a deep breath and rest my forehead on her shoulder.
My breathing was heavy as I tried to calm down, my hand behind her back as she was pressed against the wall.
She started mumbling say God knows what, so I turned off the shower and turned to grab the towel.
But when I returned.
She cold her hands were on my cheeks, and her soft pink lips were on mine.
My body stood still, her hard nipples were pressed against my chest, and her eyes were closed. And although she smelled of weed, her tongue was the best thing that has ever entered my mouth...
Her legs gave in from tip-toeing and her breasts bounced as she got flat-footed.
She giggled quietly and a soft blush pink appeared on her cheeks.
Please fuck me...
Wait no- Ah fuck you V what are you thinking?
I scolded myself and shook my head, I plastered a serious expression on my face as I wrapped her body in a towel. She turned around to face me, water clung to her complexion.
I stepped out of the shower and lifted her out. Her eyes were losing their red stinge.
I pulled out the black dress he wanted her to wear and slipped on her panties and dress.
''Here.'' I handed her a bag filled with makeup and a brush.
''Brush your hair, I'm going to get something to get rid of your high.''
I don't know why I needed to explain myself to this little cunt, it's not like she understood anyways. I put my clothes on and shook my hair out.
I left the room to go downstairs, He was sitting at the table having a meeting.
His eyes frowned when he saw my wet hair and pissed-off expression. A small grin appeared on his lips.
''ne sprashivayte.'' I growled even though this scumbag knew exactly what he put me up to. (Don't ask)
Not that I exactly... mind.
I grabbed the medicine from the cabinet and a bottle of water before heading back upstairs.
In the room, she stood, hair damp but combed, as she attempted to zip up her dress.
This girl can't do anything!
I stepped close behind her, her ass backed into my cock and I felt her stiffen.
My fingers felt for the zipper as she swept her hair back, I lifted the zipper along the line of her back.
She turned around, her eyes still rimmed with red. ''Open,'' I growled, she opened her mouth and I slid the pills in, and poured the water down.
She swallowed and swayed a bit.
''When you feel sober, do your makeup, he'll be here in thirty minutes.''
I left the beautifully sexy girl with the high cheekbone alone and told myself to keep in mind that she's just a horny stoner.
And I can't ever fuck that.
She's his after all.
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The Boss's P.O.V
I stopped outside the door. That little problem of a girl... I probably shouldn't have drugged her, The Devil's Drug. Which I could tell from the look on V's face fucked her up.
I planned on taking her out to dinner, it was a corny romantic idea, but if she was gonna stand by me, I should at least tame her.
I straightened my tie and adjusted the 9 mil in my pocket before knocking on the door.
I heard at least twelve colorful curses flow from behind the door, I'm guessing she was all sober now.
But why the fuck is she keeping me waiting. I burst into the room and stared...
I've been doing that quite a lot lately...
I couldn't help it, I'm a man that enjoys beautiful things.
This girl certainly was a beautiful thing.
She was dressed in the spaghetti-strapped short dress that I had picked, her long dark hair cascading around her shoulders.
You couldn't NOT stare.
She wasn't American; I don't know why I thought she was from New York.
There was a sense of innocence that surrounded her, and I fucking despised it.
She looked so pure and sweet and it made me want to fuck her tight pussy all the more.
''You fucking two-faced, shitface manwhore.''
Ah yes, I forgot that her innocence fades every time she opened her mouth.
Anger bubbled inside of me, I couldn't believe how stupid I was to let this slut insult me.
I drew my gun, placing it against her neck.
She bit her tongue, refraining from swearing again.
In truth, I didn't want any girl to be in my life. Especially not some whore.
The first thing I noticed when I first met her was her innocence, the auction was normally held for prostitutes, and low-lives who had been picked off the streets.
But this girl was so goddamn different.
When they said she was labeled as exotic and young, I don't know why my interest peaked.
She stared up at me with those big blue eyes.
I reclined and she stumbled back.
I slid my gun into my pocket.
''nadet' obuv'.'' (Put on your shoes)
I handed her a pair of heels. I had avoided giving her it before since she was high and there was a high chance, she would've attempted to stab me or V with them.
She looked at them and her brow cocked up.
''You overestimate my slutty abilities, Mr. Whatever your name is.''
''No, I don't, if anything I underestimate them, Put the fucking shoes on.''
She snarled at me and grabbed the shoes. I felt my temper boiling but I remained calm and said nothing. They were quite sexy heels. Tall, and black with an ankle strap one that you tied.
I noticed that she hides her accent, and a Russian accent is very hard to hide, but she manages to do it so seemingly, and I hated it.
The second she was done tying the second heels I grabbed her and pushed her out the door.
She cursed under her breath but I paid her no mind. My men were gone, scoping out the Italian drug cartel base. In a few weeks, we would invade their drug import headquarters.
Fuck those Italian scums.
''Pereyekhat'.'' (Move)
She was taking too fucking long... I pulled her through the halls and into the garage where all of my vehicles were stored.
I smirked as she stared, her big blue eyes glimmered as she took it all in.
''You own all of these?'' she asked slowly, and I shrugged. ''Da.''
Ferraris, Lamborghinis, Audis, Rolls-Royces, and so many more supercars lined my garage.
I tapped my foot impatiently, ''pick one.''
She turned back to me with surprise in her eyes, ''Really?''
''I don't fucking care, just hurry goddammit, I'm hungry.''
She pointed at my black Audi R8, and I almost smiled.
My favorite car.
''Get in.''
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Marinette's P.O.V
He was a reckless driver, it was as if he felt the rules of the road didn't apply to him, he blew through red lights, and sped up while children were crossing, he was a fucking lunatic!
I squeezed my eyes shut, and half an hour of reckless driving passed.
My head felt dizzy and my hands shook as I felt the car slowing down.
''You can open your eyes now, Suka.'' My eyes fluttered open, and he stared at me.
The lights burned through me as my eyes fluttered open, I looked past him and saw...
FREEDOM!
I glanced back at him... I wonder if he'll notice if I just... snuck away.
But of course- this man was loading a magnum revolver. He shoved the bullets into the magazine and slid the loaded gun into his jacket pocket. As he turned to turn, I glanced at a long stream of tattoos that coated his neck. The dark lines formed some sort of shape, but he moved and they became hidden by the collar of his jacket.
''Malen'kaya shlyukha, stop staring. It's fucking rude.'' (Little whore)
Fucking brother of Satan.
I was about to yell at him when realization dawned on me. I better not try to piss off the leader of the Russian Mafia.
He glanced at me waiting for my mouth to open.
Nope. I will not give you the pleasure of tormenting me.
''Let's go.'' He got out of the car, and I reluctantly followed, still looking for an escape route.
I drowned as I saw two sleek, black SUV Cadillacs pulling up. I glanced at him, but he didn't seem fazed.
''Relax, those are my men.''
I guess running towards more Mafia men wasn't the best escape route.
I took a step toward the road, hoping that I could flag down a passing car. But I guess he sensed my desire to escape because he wrapped his muscular arms around me, gripping my waist, leading us to the restaurant.
Inside I couldn't help but stare. It was posh and beautiful.
It had a waterfront view of the city, the table was candle lit, and the design of the interior was beautiful.
''Lovely to see you again Sir.'' a lady started, her grim faltered when she saw me.
''May I get you and your... sister a table?'' she smiled fakely, and I felt the need to stab her thirteen times.
I took a step forward closer to her but he gently pulled me back.
''This is my date, you worthless slut. Don't ever disrespect my guest. We'll take a private table with the waterfront view, now.''
I cracked a grin and I felt so victorious as the blonde's face went from unjustified cockiness to pure embarrassment.
Sucks to suck huh.
''Yes sir.'' She bowed a bit and led us to a private table in the back of the establishment.
I sat down and froze as I realized how close he sat to me.
...This dinner was surely going to be interesting.