Marinette's P.O.V
His words were terrifying, I shivered at the very thought of standing in front of 'the big boss'
V stood still, deep in thought. He looked worried...
He wasn't over-exaggerating about this guy huh...
This was the end, I knew it.
We both might die because of me...
I sighed softly, this was a mistake after all.
''For now, just head back to the rest of the girls. Kay?''
I slid my feet off the bed and nodded. ''Mhm.'' I simply replied.
I was pretty bombed out that all this drama had to happen, that blonde idiot was gonna make my already fucked up life... even worse. I mean, this man might get me! Like a fish!
And Satan definitely won't want anything to do with me for sure.
''I'm just gonna go, thanks for the bandage...''
Why did I even say thanks when he caused the damage in the first place? I stood up and took a few steps closer to the door when he grabbed my arm.
I turned back and our eyes met.
He opened his mouth to say something but ended up just letting my arm go after a minute of staring at me.
Why did I want him to say something? My emotions were all over the place. I couldn't understand why his thoughts, words, and actions meant so much to me... It was all a strange feeling.
''Marinette,'' he called as I stepped out the door.
I turned to him again, ''Mhm?''
''It'll be fine, okay? I'll take care of everything, and I won't let him harm you,'' he said with a stern tone.
I nodded and gave a simple smile before leaving… A guard was outside and escorted me down to the basement where I met with some girls.
"Marinette where have you been?!" A girl marched up to me and pinched my cheeks.
"Holy shit I thought you were dead." Another spoke up.
I chuckled wearily and their faces fell blank. "Well…?" their arms folded and they stared at me.
"I'm sorry… I was in an accident months ago and my memory is all foggy… please excuse me I can't remember your names." I took a small bow.
"Oh my, that's terrible! Well, I'm Rose, is there any way to recover your memories?"
"In time they will return... hopefully."
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I laid on my back, deep in thought. I wanted to forget what happened, that way it'd be easier for both of us. But I couldn't get it off my mind…
His touch lingered on my skin… inside me.
My fingertip slid down my bare thighs, I closed my eyes, letting my mind wander far, but it stayed close… it remained. On him.
*grasp*
My eyes shot open, feeling his warm hand over my mouth.
He lifted his finger to his lips. "shh." He said with a soft voice.
He helped me down and we escaped in the darkness of the night.
"Fuck!" I exclaimed as his nails drew blood on my skin.
"Walk like a normal person." He shot back.
"I'm sorry I'm not an inhuman dickhead like you."
He pulled harder on me, "Just shut up."
I opened my mouth to yell something at him when I stopped myself.
Why be verbal, when I can do this?!
"I stood my ground and held up my middle finger.
Asshole.
He scoffed, not even bothering to retaliate as he pulled me into a room near the end of the hall.
It was dimly lit, the walls were dark and gloomy, and I shuddered in fear looking at the single table and chair in the corner.
What. The. Fuck.
I tried to rip out of his grip but he only tightened around me into a bruising hold. He tugged on me harshly forward and I winced out in pain.
"Sergei, one gotova." (she's ready)
A man appeared from the shadows, he looked in his mid-thirties, his eyes were a dark swirling brown, his hair caramel color, and his build was tall, strong, intimidating. Russian. His eyes took me in as Satan pulled me closer.
"I see why he took interest in her., no chto zastavila yego poselit'sya s kem-to takoy molodat." (but why chose to settle for someone so young."
Settle?!
His voice spoke to Satan but his eyes glared at me.
"Ah, she speaks Russian."
A glint of interest spiked in his eyes. "Is that so? Where did he find her?"
"A Mafia event a few months ago, I suppose he couldn't help himself."
I understood why he felt the need to lie, it was better than saying the searing truth.
'I kidnapped her off the streets because I thought she was a prostitute but she's not, and my bipolar, trigger-happy senses caused me to finger her and then shun her mercilessly.' ...Yeah I would've lied too.
I took no part in their conversation that was strictly centered around myself, then he finally turned to me, extending a tattoo-filled arm.
"YA Sergey, etc udovol'stviye." (I'm Sergei it's a pleasure to meet you.)
My legs shook as I placed my little hand over his overwhelming one.
"Menya zovut Marinett, it's a pleasure." "My name is Marinette)
His calculated eyes looked directly into mine, and he nodded in approval.
"Khorosho." (Good)
Satan practically dragged me across to the table, and realization dawned on me when I saw him loading the pen.
"Brace yourself Suka," Satan growled at my side as he turned my hand over so that my wrist was facing up.
I frowned when suddenly I felt the pain of the tattoo gun come in contact with my arm, and a vibrating pain shot through me as Sergei dragged the needle across my arm.
I bit down on my lip, as he worked quickly, this black ink bleeding into my skin, tears rising to my eyes as he continued. I could feel Satan's piercing eyes on me.
After a while of uncomfortable needling, he was done. I stared at the midnight black writing on my red swollen wrists.
OMERTÁ
I glanced at Satan and he shrugged tugging on the hems of his shirt and pulling his sleeve up to show his tattoo that perfectly mirrored mine.
"Omertá is the code of silence for the Mafia, you're silent until death. If anything, even a name is leaked, you will be killed."
Well, that's friendly.
Speaking of friendly… I had the opposite feeling toward Satan.
I just wanted to strangle his little throat.
He's so fucking bipolar. And he makes me feel so fucking foolish, my cheeks were still tainted from red-hot embarrassment, and my vagina was crying because she was lonely!
And no. It doesn't mean I'm wet. And it doesn't mean I'm peeing.
Vasily's P.O.V
I walked past the halls, she should have been marked by now.
I stepped outside the door of the tattoo room just in time to peek at Marinette flicking V off and shouting a string of colorful curse words.
He stood next to a grinning Sergei. V looked anything but happy, his hands were clenched into a fist probably keeping himself from killing her right then and there.
"You fucking used pussy ass tampon, you're a two-face dick-" she stopped seeing as the side door connecting to the other room opened.
"The fuck…" His words slipped out his mouth as his eyebrows cocked in confusion, wondering what the fuck he just walked in on.
"Heh… Hi." Marinette said shyly switching to her innocent little girl side.
God, I wanna fuck her innocent face so badly…
"Marinette?" He asked and I saw V raise his brow.
"Yeah-"
Before she could finish, V stepped in front of her. "Can we help you?"
Marinette raised her hand behind him inching to strangle his neck but ended up just tugging on her hair in frustration.
Sergei chuckled and sat in the chair watching them.
"She's coming with me," Ivan said boldly.
"What?! Why?" Marinette stepped out from V's shadow and crossed her arms.
"You and I are going on a little trip." He reported.
"By who's order?" V asked.
"The Boss's himself." Ivan shot back, glaring at V.
"I refuse." Marinette scoffed.
"You refuse, you die."
"Woah, she's not going anywhere. I wasn't told of this therefore she's not going."
God this fucking bodyguard…
"Fuck off." Ivan shot back gripping her arm.
I glanced at the tattoo on her wrist and internally nodded in approval.
"Hey! Let me go you dickhead!" she screamed.
And here we go again...
"Get your ugly sandy fucking hand off of me bitch." Marinette glared daggers at him.
His eyes narrowed at her and he yanked her close before his hand slapped across her red cheek.
Marinette gasped in shock before V landed a punch to his face.
I watched closely, my body seemed to be tense seeing him stand up for her.
"The fuck is your problem man? Don't hit girls." He smacked him on his head.
Marinette also seemed surprised by his attitude.
"Vasily told me to get some girl named Marinette from the tattoo room, he said that we are going on a trip, ask him yourself. And teach your girl some fucking manners. Cunt." Ivan shot back before marching out of the room.
"Your girl?" Sergei finally spoke up with a perplexed look.
"No. She's nothing to me." He returned.
"Vasily? Trip? What's he talking about." She asked with a raspy tone almost as if she wanted to cry, probably from the slap.
"Let's go find out. Sergei." He acknowledged him before grabbing her arm and leading her out the side.
"Quit fucking moving, suka."
I ignored the Devil's derogatory comments as I shifted uncomfortably in the clothes that he made me wear. I held my arms on my bare shoulders as I trembled, even though it was summer I was cold.
"I can't help it, you didn't even give me a shirt to wear."
He looked up at me from his phone, his eyes trailed over me.
"I did. Suka." He returned.
I scrolled as I tugged at the tiny crop top that clung to my skin, this is NOT a shirt.
Maybe it's a shirt for a doll, but not for me, a fucking titles doll that is. And I'm Barbie.
Curvy.
Not to brag… but I do have shape and this top did not suit me.
The plane had taken off a few hours ago and I had been sitting in uncomfortable silence with the devil, and that Ivan jerk knocked out a few seats down.
Satan was busy doing work, but every second he would glance up at me from his iPad and glare at me.
"Why do we even have to travel?" I asked. It was silent, the only noise was the calm sound of the engine.
He finally glanced at me and surprisingly turned his phone off and gave me his full attention.
"Because the advisors advised it, suka." He responded.
I shivered again and glared at him. Look at him… all fucking good-looking, and toasty warm in his suit jacket.
He looks like a penguin.
A fucking sexy penguin…
He sighed and ran his hand through his white hair as he lifted his arm I caught a glint of the 9 millimeter stuffed in his jacket.
It's probably in my best interest to not piss him off.
I brought my knees to my chest, the shorts bunched at the bottom of my thighs, and goosebumps covered my skin.
I felt the devil staring at me, his eyes burning holes into my bumpy flesh.
I bit down on my lip and closed my eyes, resting my head on the soft leather…
Satan's P.O.V
I hated her. I wish I could just get rid of this bitch, but I couldn't.
Was she beautiful?
Yes, she's fucking pretty.
But there are so many beautiful girls in the world.
So why this crazy bitch?! And why'd I have to finger her? I'd never touched any of the girls they had taken before her, so why her?
An hour passed and I still couldn't fucking bring myself to look away.
Her dark brows furrowed in her sleep, I watched as she shivered in the slumber.
I was so selfish for making her wear that tiny outfit for my pleasure. But I wouldn't change my mind about it, it was an awesome fit.
But now I feel guilty about it.
"Blyad." I cursed under my breath (Fuck)
I hastily tore my jacket off and tossed it over her body, she curled under the fabric and suddenly I couldn't take it.
I walked into the small bathroom of the jet and stared in the mirror cursing my head off.
I took out my phone and started scrolling through chats, and work trying to rip that beautiful sleeping beauty from my mind, but it was to no avail.
She was stained on my mind.
I spent the rest of the plane ride, locked in the bathroom, like a little bitch…