mature content meant for eyes of 16+, you've be warned

Just A quick note—I hate Writing this part of the book and I am so ready for Satan to just die.
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I want you to feel my rage that is like a hurricane, feel my anger that is like a storm and feel my hate that is like the end of the world. Because everything I went through, I went through for you, and it'd do it a hundred times again.

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Four months, one week and two days. That's how long I've been kept as a object for Suck-A-Dick Satan. The wedding band sat on my bruised finger like both him and Thomas were attempting to banish my fight further away. But I didn't know how to give up, and I sure as hell don't know when to quit when I'm ahead.

The wedding was quick, papers signed and notarized. No white dress, no priest and no guests—just me, Satan and Thomas in his office.

Though Thomas now, four retched months later; lay in his bed, his lungs blackened from years of smoking cigarettes, restricting him to bed rest and an oxygen tank that will only buy him so much time.

Satan now sat on the throne of his new empire like it was the point of his existence, as he silently counted the days until his oh so revered master met his timely fate.

Satan sat upon his throne now, like a self proclaimed God, all while he had me on my knees at his feet, like a dog he could command—like every word he spoke I was blessed to understand.

The whores wear that covered me was so sheer I may as well not be wearing anything, but Satan wanted me to suffer in the way I was.

He wanted my humiliation.

His hand placed on the back of my head I froze, as he glided his calloused fingers through my hair.
"I want you to cut this, the length Is disgusting." He said as he held the ends of my hair in his hands. Pulling it ever so slightly.

My hair was part of who I was, it symbolized something for me—and I know that sounds stupid—but it was a important part of me. "My hair?" I asked, as I turned over to look at him.

"To your shoulders." He said blankly as he saw my hesitation, all while I let my mouth hang open. My hair ran just past my mid back...it took me years to grow it that long.

I swallowed as I looked back ahead of me, my lip trembling as I stare forward. Satan's hand gliding over and down my shoulders. His finger tracing the bruises he put there, from a few night ago when he was mad that I fought back when he tried to fuck me.

But his Dicksicle wasn't getting anywhere near me, who knows what kind of diseases that man has.

"there's the gathering of capos tomorrow night at a sort of party, and I haven't decided whether you deserve to go or not." He said as he pulled at the strap of my bra.

A gathering of capos? Lorenzo will be there

I turned quickly to face him, quicker then I should have. "I want to come." I said as I kept my eyes lowered.

His hand reached out for my chin, and he grabbed it harshly and tilted it up so I looked at his face. "Oh Serina, favours go both ways." He smiled, as he stroked my cheek. I felt the flames inside me turn into a bonfire fuelled by gasoline.

"What do you want?." I asked, but I already knew. I wasn't an idiot. But was I willing to give what he wanted, just for a slim chance that I might see Lorenzo?

He didn't even answer, he just smiled as if he knew a war was inside my mind. But there was no war, it was a Catastrophe, a slaughter, a massacre of thoughts.

I could trick myself a hundred times into thinking that I could pass up a chance to see Lorenzo again, And I must be so fucked up to think I have a chance to get him back—But maybe that's just it, I am so fucked up that I'd move heaven and earth just to feel Lorenzo's hands on me again.

I licked my lips as I stood. "I will not fuck you to come to a party you aren't yet invited to. You said yourself, it's capos only—you are still a second pisshead." I said as I bowed mockingly, as I watched his eyes darken about a million shades.

Big mistake on my part. Challenging his power, his 'destiny'. I watched as his jaw clenched and shook, as he stood up quickly and walked to me. Grabbing my wrist that didn't heal quite right and dragging me to the exit doors of the large room.

"You don't know how to shut up do you ." He growled with fire in his voice.

I squealed as he walked us out of the room, my hand pulling back as he practically dragged me down the hallway. Not that he needed to try very hard to drag me, I was a featherweight compared to him.

I found myself in front of Thomas door, his eyes red hot as he pushed us through the closed wood and he tossed me into the room like a rag doll.

He came quickly In, facing the door he locked it shut. "Ah Satan." Thomas said, his voice about as raspy as tires on a gravel road.

Satan walked over to me, pushing me to the floor as I tried to stand. "Satan what-"I said, but he only smiled as he crouched down to my floor level.

"You were right when you said I wasn't capo Serina." He smiled as he bent down, his face so dead eyes it'd give me nightmares for the rest of my life.

"Satan what the fuck are you doing." Thomas coughed, which seemed to catch Satan's attention in an instant.

Satan's eyes flowed to mine as he stood, and I shook my head As I deciphered what he was about to do. "No, Satan don't." I said as my eyes drifted from Satan to Thomas.

"You see Serina No one is going to suspect any foul play when sick old Thomas' lungs seem to have just...gave out." Satan smiled as he picked up a pillow from the couch. My hands shaky as I pushed myself onto my knees, my body stiff and sore.

"Satan..."Thomas coughed as he held his hands up weakly in a useless display of defence, as his death came to him in the form of his successor.

But Satan had no care for morals, he didn't care that he spent years as the only man Thomas trusted. Satan wanted the power that should never go to a man Like him; a man who didn't deserve it. "Satan!" I yelled as he pushed the thick black pillow over the dying man's face.

I pulled myself to a stand and ran to him, tugging on his black suits jacket until it ripped. With one hand he turned and threw me back, and I stumbled again to the ground.

His eyes watching me as I struggled to stand again.
"Don't do this." I screamed as I watched as he slowly murdered the man who gave me life, with not even a sliver of regret. Thomas body thrashing weakly before it fell lifeless, and a wicked smiled crossed Satan's face.

I felt a tear streak down my face for the dead man who never loved me, and my mouth hung open as I watched Satan toss the pillow to the floor.

We stood a meter away from each other, and it was like I was glued to the spot.

He smiled like he thought this was the most humorous thing he'd watched in his lifetime, as he rubbed his hands together almost like he finished a task from his bucket list.

Like it was so easy, so simple—that he could wipe his hands of his work. But death doesn't wash off so cleanly.

My body trembled and tears fell from my eyes as I stared up at him. My breath so frantic I thought I was about to have a panic attack.

"Now what was that other thing you said?" He said as he walked towards me, eyes full of desire. "You would never fuck me? Not even to save the life of the man you love?" He said, and my eyes shot to him, my eyes dripping with tears.

"What?" I asked almost breathlessly. He knows, of course he knows. My body felt like fire.

"I could see it in your eyes in Lorenzo's office. But I don't blame you, a lot of woman fall for Marco—I wonder what he's doing right now, I heard whisper that he's already has a new you." He said, and I felt a flood of relief cool my burning insides, but I didn't let it show.

"His cock is probably 2 inches inside some Whore now." He smirked, just to rile me up. By now he had me with my back against the wall.

I needed a lie, a good one. This is an opportunity I can't miss. "Fine You are right, I messed around with him behind Lorenzo back." I lied perfectly, as I masked the feeling of worry. But inside my head I was vomiting, Marco was like my big brother.

Satan looked at me, too see if I was telling the truth. And I put every last fragment of my being into the hope that he would. "What do you think he'll do to Marco if I tell DeLuca that?" He smiled, and I felt that feeling slink back. I didn't even have To think—Lorenzo would kill Marco; Lorenzo is too quick to think of betrayal.

I dug a grave for myself, for myself and for Marco.

If he told Lorenzo that—"you wouldn't dare." I said fuelled with anger.

"Oh I would." He said as he stroked himself through his slacks.

I snarled my lip as I looked at him. Karma has never been more deserved.

"But I'd be willing to forget it." He said, but he knew I'd rather die then sleep with him.

"When I kill you, you are going to wish that I make it quick, but I won't—I'll drag it out and make you beg for mercy." I growled as I watched his take off the buckle of his pants.

"I'm Sure you will." He said like he didn't believe my words. But these were more then words, this was a promise.

I narrowed my eyes at him, feeling my hatred for his existence numb my whole body.

"If you suck my cock." He smirked, his voice thick with his Russian tongue. "I'll let you come to the party."

My whole body was blank, my mind an empty pit, my heart pumped cold ice through my veins.

I thought of every reason why I was doing this as I got to my knees, and I thought about biting his dick off. Lorenzo I swear, you better have a plan for tomorrow. I prayed silently in my head.

But Now to you I can promise you this, Satan will die—His death will be the most deserved death To ever come to this Mafia, his clothes will be stained red and the floor will spill sticky with a river of his blood.
Every fucker In this place will know what I've done, and this place will burn till it's black char.

There was no salvation for him, and In this moment I didn't know if there was one for me. I came here knowing the risks, and risks there are—but there isn't a single thing that could shake my spirit.

But what I did know, was that He will die. And he will die by my hand.

Lorenzo POV

"Thomas is dead." Kingston told me over the phone, his voice hostile. He was holding something back from me.

"Tell me about her." I said. Serina was all I cared about.

I placed the bottle of liquor onto the table in-font of me, the last sip spinning slightly as it was set down harshly.

His voice paused, and I could hear him shift almost as if she was there with him. "Satan thinks she loves Marco. She agreed and Satan believed her as far as I know—but when she came out of the room..." He said in a way that told me exactly what he was trying to say, but wouldn't. 

I'll kill Satan. I'll fucking kill him.

"If he touched her." I growled "I'll rip him apart with my bare hands."

Kingston words echoing "rip him apart anyways."

My stomach clenching painfully. My heart pounding in my throat. "I will do a lot more then that."

"I have to go. But Lorenzo I need you promise me that you will save her tomorrow, no matter what happens you will get her the fuck away from Satan."
He growled.

"I promise." I said with clenched teeth. I will have her back, and Satan blood will spill in front of everyone.

Because if there was one thing that Satan couldn't resist—was starting a fight. He was easily provoked, careless, and cocky.

He wants the respect from the people he doesn't have it from and when he doesn't have it tomorrow he will slip up.

The rules of the gathering: No violence.

Or well at least no shooting first.

"Tell her I'm coming." I said, and I heard the sound of Serinas faint breathing on the other end And the small gasp of hope that left her beautiful lips.

She'd never speak now, but I knew she heard. And she knew I knew she was there.

"Tell her I will always come."

FUCK I HATE THIS, WHY DO I DO THIS TO MYSELF. I HATE SATAN SO MUCH.

I fucking hate him and I fucking wrote him.

My poor baby Serina is so strong, I love her so much.

Xoxo- AbigalKnightly