Wtf over 73K reads are y'all insane or something.

Anyway #shamelesspromo time but if I upload my story 'Unwanted Fate' will y'all still read it? Its been like a year oops.

Anyway, enjoy another shit chapter.

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{Mafia! Dark x Assassin! Mark}

Mark's POV
This is a mistake and I hate my life.

It wasn't supposed to go this way. It really wasn't. But thanks to my stupid egotistic brain and my overly confident and cockiness that I'm here now. Trapped. In a mafia household. And not just any mafia household.

His mafia household.

The most dangerous mafia in the entire world. The man with his face in every wanted poster you see on the streets, the mafia where even the mention of his name, they all tremble in fear.

No one has ever even dared to try to attack them, because one tried, and they never saw the light of day again in the most gruesome way possible, and it was all for everyone to see.

Every. One.

And now I'm in his domain. There's no telling what he can do to me. And the fact no one will hear my screams. Even if they do, no one will be there to help me.

All I had to do was sneak in, kill him, escape, and be done with it. But me being me, though that I'll do fine fighting his soldiers. Oh, how wrong I was.

They were more trained than I thought, and they got me before I knew it, threw me into this damn basement, chain my hands to my side, with a long chain stuck down to the ground and now I am to face the leader, the most dangerous man in existence.

And here I am, debating my life choices right now. No doubt he will kill me, I knew this. He doesn't do mercy, let alone forgive. And with what I did, he definitely will not forgive or give me mercy.

Fuck my life.

While I was sitting there on the stone-cold floor, listening to the chains rattling, thinking about my stupidity, the door suddenly creaked open, revealing a tall, broad figure, and it doesn't take a genius to figure out who this figure belong to.

I stiffened, shifted a little so my back laid on the wall more, the chains rattling causing me to wince. Very slowly, the figure approached me, every click of his shoes just made me more scared, swallowing the lump forming on my throat.

The door slammed close and I slightly jumped at the noise, trapping me in here with him, the silence heavy and tense as I could practically feel his stare on me without needing to look at him.

The silence was killing me, I was about to speak when he spoke first, startling me as I looked at him.

"Well, well, well" He began, and I shivered from his deep voice "what do we have here?" His voice amused, feeling his eyes on me even in the dark.

He walked and grabbed a chair, bringing it in front of me as he sat on it, legs crossed and hands on his thighs locking with each other. Face still shadowed by the darkness.

"I heard from my people" He began after a while of silence "that you're an assassin hm? Out to kill me?" His hands folded on his chest "you're not really doing a good job are you?"

I looked to the side, avoiding eye contact as I bit on my lip gently. Damn it, don't bring it up!

"Tell me" He spoke up, startling me out of my trance. I watched as he leaned in forward a little, resting his entire body onto his thighs as he looked at me. "Who sent you?"

Now that I could see his face I quickly scanned over them. Those cheekbones, his grayish complexion, his raven hair, and those sharp and piercing red eyes.

I blinked as I looked at him, and slightly shrugged "I don't know". I said casually because I really don't know. The person who asked me to kill him only gave me who to kill, and nothing else.

It's like they knew, that I would fail.

" You don't know? And yet you just decided to do it without knowing who sent you?" He slightly tilts his head "is it because of the price their willing to pay if you would have succeeded in your mission?"

I looked at him, in awe and fear. It's like he can read through me.

He saw my shock and smirked"If money is what you're talking about" He leaned back, his head in the shadows, scarlet eyes staring back at me threateningly "then we're not going to have much of a problem here"

I slightly tilted my head, confused by what he's talking about. "If you help me track down the person who sent you to kill me. I'll raise the money you were originally paid for." His smirk seems to widen by a little "by five times"

My eyes widen drastically. Five times?! The original price was large enough. But five times?! Wow.

"B-but" I stammered, fumbling over my words "i-its a lot of money!" I tried reasoning. Even though I can get filthy rich and that's what I want. I can't just, accept it right?

"Okay then, tell me the original price"

"T-ten million"

He stared at me for a while, face emotionless as I shifted uncomfortably under his gaze, looking everywhere but him when I heard a deep laugh.

"Ten million? Do you call that a lot of money? Oh my, your funny" He chuckled as he said that, flipping his hair out of his face.

I stared at him dumbfounded. How loaded is this guy?! If ten million is little to him, I don't even wanna know how much he has in total.

After a while, his laughter died down and he looked at me "for fifty million, kill the person who has sent you to kill me and maybe I'll spare your life" He said, face now serious. I looked at him and blinked.

Fifty million is a lot. I mean, it's half a hundred million and I can spend it on whatever I want. But, it feels wrong somehow.

"I-if I refuse?" I asked and for the first time ever since I've met him, his eyes widen a little and he raised an eyebrow at me, looking at me, studying me.

"Refuse? You're going to refuse an offer that's way better than the last?" He scoffed in amusement "this is a first I must admit" He said after a while "no one has ever turned down my offer"

He looked at me, leaning down again so his face is close to me "are you really going to deny my offer?" He whispered in a low voice that got me shivering.

I stared into those red eyes that were waiting for my reply and gather whatever courage I have I nodded, looking at him in the eyes.

He stared at me for a while before sighing, leaning back onto his chair, hands on his face as he seems to be thinking while I awkwardly scan the room.

After a while, he shifted and I looked at him, curious and nervous about what his response will be.

"Here's the thing darling" He started in a low voice and I winced at the nickname. I felt my head softly hit the wall when I tried keeping a distance when he decided to lean his head towards mine, a smirk gracing on his lips "I'm not giving you a choice"

Well, fuck me why did you even ask me in the first place if you ain't gonna give me a choice?

Dumbass

I looked at him and pursed my lips slightly, running my tongue over my dry lips to wet them as I stared at him, trying to figure out his intentions.

"Names Dark, by the way, you?" He suddenly said and I looked at him, confused and surprised.

Why would he tell me his name? That's weird as fuck.

I didn't answer and just stared at him wide eyes, too shocked to answer him back.

He leaned back and took a folder from his lap that I didn't even know was there, opening it as he glanced at me, before going back to the folder.

"So!" Dark started, fueling my already quickening heartbeat, gulping as I look at the folder, who seemed to be taunting me even just from the brown cover.

"Mr. Markiplier... " He said in a deep voice, I saw his eyes scheming the page before his lips stretched into a grin and his eyes darted to mine

"Or should I say, Mark Edward Fischbach?"

What the fuck-

No-

Wait-

I-

Is that my folder?!

With all of my personal information?!

Wait-

What-

How-

How did he get it?!

Fuck

Fuck

Fuck

Fuckndsjshsusgusanisjsismsikaoaijrnrir

I stared at him with wide eyes, looking at the folder and back at him again for a few times, and I keep repeating the gesture before back at him, horrified as I began struggling hard. I can't let him see my personal info, I'd be doomed! How in the world did he even manage to get it in the first place?

"How did you-?" My question was cut off midway when I couldn't find the voice to say, so I ended up staring at him wide-eyed.

"Find this?" He finished my sentence, closing the file and waving it mockingly with that smirk on his face when he said it, an eyebrow raised before opening it and looking at me

"Why it was simple, dear Mark" He said proudly, and I wanted to slap him. "All I did was ask my men to attack the place you work in, no big deal"

I stared at him, pursing my lip as he continues to read my personal information. I watched as his eyes scanned my file, humming to himself as he closed it and placed it back on his lap, before looking at me again, to which I stared back nervously.

"You are quite an interesting man, Mark" Dark mumbled "I never knew a man of your job could own such a cute dog"

He stood up from his chair and placing my file on it, he kicked the chair and it slid behind, right by the door. My eyes followed his actions cautiously.

My eyes followed as he kneeled to one knee and look at me, his face shadowed making his eyes glow. My breath hitched when he placed a hand on my cheek and started caressing it softly with his thumb, while also making sure I can't move my head.

"Tell you what," He said quietly after a while of silence. I gulped as I looked at him, waiting for him to say whatever the hell he wants to "how about this?" He asked as his thumb stopped caressing my cheek, just resting there.

"You kill the man who sent you out to kill me. And I'll give you anything, and I mean anything you have wanted in your life."

I shook my head or tried to. Nope, nope, nope, not happening. There is no way, and I mean no way he will give me what I want for just killing the man. There has to be a twist.

"Oh come on, you can't be that humble now, are you? People who work as your job are all greedy snobs who'll take anything that's better than what they are previously offered."

"Yeah well I'm not like them" I snapped back and I was surprised at myself and apparently so was Dark, he looked like he didn't expect me talking back to him.

He raised a brow, the hand on my cheek now moved up, now on my forehead, the thumb on the middle of my forehead "I don't believe you Mark" He hummed, looking at me "let's see what you really desire"

He added pressure to his thumb and closed his eyes and I felt a tremendous amount of pain. Squeezing my fist shut and screaming at the top of my lungs I writhed and thrashed in pain, just wanting it to disappear.

After what felt like an eternity, he lifted his hand out of my forehead and I took in a deep breath, a thin line of sweat had coated my skin and I breathe in heavily. I glared at dark who looked at me with his eyes pretty wide and an eyebrow raised.

"So you are telling the truth," He said after my breathing had calm down. I glared at him while trying to steady my breathing, taking a few gulps before continue trying to breathe again. When I finally calmed down, I took one deep breath before looking at Dark

"Of course I am," I said rather rudely but Dark seemed not to noticed it so that was a good sign. 

"You're doing this out of pure intentions only" He mumbled, eyes showing his curiosity and hesitantly I nodded.

He sighed, looking down for a while as I stared at his raven tuff of hair. After a while, he looked up at me and I swore his eyes were brighter than before.

"Not anymore though" He hummed in a low voice as one of his hand went to my chin as he gently but firmly grabbed it, making it hard for me to turn my head anywhere. I tried trashing as hard as I can but nothing seemed to work. My panic grew as I watched his mouth curled into a wide smirk, showing off the fangs that he had.

"Don't you worry your pretty little head, darling" he hummed "You'll still live your normal life like how you did before" I grunted my teeth as he forced my head closer to his

"But this time. You'll be killing for fun. And you'll be enjoying it very much"

Fuck my life