A Soft Storm

chapter 7

It was late when I arrived back at the base and empty, so creepily empty. Not gonna lie, I was absolutely exhausted. My body lugged its way up to my room and I basically collapsed on the bed. My eyes skimmed the ceiling and fell down to the coffee table where I was partially blinded by the reflection of some metal item that stood upon it.

Once again, I sat up and rubbed my eyes, trying to focus on it. As I got closer, I stared stunned at the silver pistol that was sitting comfortably on the white surface. You know, I probably should've been more shocked that there was a f*****g unattended gun in my room but, I'm living in a Mafia Base. This is rather expected.

My eyes locked onto the small note that was placed next to the weapon and a new cellphone with the words: "My Slave" on the front. My eyebrow twitched.

How f*****g formal.

I opened it, letting my eyes skim the words. A small smile appeared on my lips and I rolled my eyes at the words: "Don't be f*****g stupid - The Demon Boss."

"He even signed as the demon boss..." I shook my head, chuckling, "The guy's such a confusing little bastard." Lightly, I put the note back and took the gun in my hand, loving how it felt within my grip.

It was fully loaded.

I lifted an eyebrow. After I killed four people... with his stolen gun... the guy decides to give a beautiful, silver pistol... to a retired Gang Leader.

I laughed, flipping the gun into my bag, "The asshole is either a dumbass or..." I smiled, staring at the note. "He's trying to trust me."

. . .

"If you try using that gun s**t on me," Mason spoke, glaring at me as I ruffled through my bag for wipes, "I will end your life before you have time to pull the damn trigger. Got it?"

I gulped, nodding frantically, "Yes, sir."

My hands grabbed onto the wet towelette and I rubbed off the tea Leo spilled on his shirt. My movements were shaky as I could see the glaring Mason in the corner of my eye, "Didn't I tell you two bitches to stay away from each other?"

"Yes." I let out an irritated breath, trying really hard to remove the stain from his shirt. "And I said something that irritated you and then you called me special and confessed your undying love for me, then we got married and had 3 kids." I stood up, my voice as dull as Mason's blank face, "Oh. I hear one crying, excuse me for a moment."

Mason blinked, trying to gather everything I said. Was the bastard actually contemplating whether that actually f*****g happened!? "Wait!" His voice paused me as I was halfway out the door.

I turned around, "What is it, honey?"

I watched his eyes widened, and I nearly gasped at the sudden change in expression. He turned away, muffling his angered sentence into his hand, "Would you stop being such a f*****g i***t and get me coffee?"

I laughed a bit, feeling a tinted blush cover my cheeks. "Yes, sir." I closed the door and headed downstairs, staring at the ceiling with a small smile.

You know, that scenario didn't sound so bad.

Well. There's no use on stressing over it.

As I walked into the Lobby, I was greeted with five unsuspecting guests. Helena, Layla, and three others. I widened my eyes as they talked to the  deskman. "W-What are you doing here!?" I yelled, gaining their attention.

Their eyes lit up and they ran over to me quickly, "Oh thank god." A small brunette hugged me tightly.

I was in utter shock, it took me a moment to actually grasp onto the reality of the situation. That was actually staring at these three people I hadn't seen in nearly 22 f*****g years.

"K-Kiera?" I looked to her then up to the other two companions, "Jet? Roy? W-What the f**k are you you doing here!?"

Kiera's eyes were glazed. She cried so f*****g much I'm shocked she hasn't died from dehydration. "We heard you met up with... with Rafe. By yourself! Helena called us and we came down to see if you were okay!"

Helena stepped forward, her eyes flaming with anger. She was terrifying when she wanted to be, "Are you a damn i***t!? I told you not to f*****g meet up with him. You're lucky you didn't get hurt."

I shook my head, "We had crap to take care of anyway. Besides his little minions are nothing but little pieces of shit."

"He's an apprentice at a Mafia, Cassidy." Roy growled.

"There's more than one or two of them. Rafe will keep going after you, you know!" Jet finished.

I rolled my eyes, "You don't need to tell me what a Mafia's like. Listen, I appreciate that you guys are worried but, I can handle it myself."

Layla clenched her jaw, "You always say that, you know!" She growled, ""I don't want your help. I can do it on my own. Don't pity me.' It's always the same with you! There's a difference between doing things on your own and just being a dumbass!"

I narrowed my eyes, "What? Do you think I'm so f*****g weak that I can't take care of my own problems?"

"We're saying you can't take on an entire Mafia." Helena spoke over the others. "His little minions keep coming around the neighborhoods. What exactly does he want from you, Cassidy!?"

I turned away, "He keeps saying that he wants the gang to join the Mafia he's in. But in order for that to happen, he wants to hire us as f*****g hitman to kill the current Boss. Apparently, the bastard is so desperate he was willing to kill me if I refused."

"I thought he just wanted you to be his bitch." Layla rubbed her temples, "This no longer concerns just you then, okay? We're going to help-"

I nearly punched her as I yelled over her, "Just go home! Did you guys come here to piss me off!? If this concerned you directly, Sting would be out looking for your asses too!"

Why was I so pissed off? I was overreacting way too much. But my mouth wouldn't stop moving. It wouldn't stop yelling.

Helena placed a hand on my shoulder and gave me a sympathetic sigh, "I get you don't like pity or help from anyone but, there's a point where you need to give in. Not being able to admit when you've reached your limit, that's what makes you weak, Cassidy!"

Weak. My eyes narrowed, engulfed in a never-ending sea of pure fury. I tightened my fists, preparing to send her flying across the room. My mouth opened to speak but, another voice came out. "What makes her weak is that she lacks not only skill but intelligence as well." This voice was the last I wanted to hear from.

Helena and the others stood stunned, as if they were watching the f*****g president stroll by or some s**t. I turned around seeing the unfortunate figure of Mason with four of his men behind him (Sebastian, Lyam, Santo, Vincent). "Why the f**k are you here?" I spat.

Mason looked down to his cigarette as he blew out a puff of smoke. "This is my f*****g building. Watch that b***h mouth of yours." My expression loosened seeing the monarchy scowl in his eyes.

"Fuck." Helena growled.

Lyam chuckled, leaning against the front desk, "Marco really misses you, sweetheart."

I looked behind me to face her, seeing a small blush and angry glare cover her face. "Don't call me that shit."

Layla looked to Lyam and just from the absolute, over-the-top swooning the b***h was displaying for the raven-haired asshole, it was obvious they f****d.

Jesus Christ I need to handle my alcohol better.

"I was wondering where my toy f*****g went." Mason lifted an eyebrow, grinning, "Turns out you had a little party that you didn't warn me about."

"That you weren't invited to." I growled, making his smile die down to a threatening glare. "If we're f*****g done, I have s**t to take care of. Leave." I turned to the others.

Kiera grabbed onto my wrist before I was able to evade the entire situation, "We're only worried about you... Please. Didn't we make the gang in the first place so we could help each other?"

I let out a breath, yanking my skin from her grasp, "The Gang is over."

"But we're still friends right!?" Kiera desperately cried out, "You have to depend on us! If you don't let us help you then... then..." She hesitated before letting out her next words, "We'll just take care of it ourselves!"

Instantly, my eyes turned cold as I whipped around and grabbed her by the collar of her shirt. "Why?" My voice was sharp and thick with malice. "Why do you keep insisting I can't take care of my own f*****g s**t? What is going on between me and that goddamn bastard is much more than any of you fuckers! And you f*****g know that! Nobody has ever helped me! Why is it so f*****g different now!? Why are you treating me like I'm so pathetic!?"

"Because you are." Mason's voice interrupted, "Just look at yourself."

I turned my gaze towards him, clenching my jaw, "What the f**k did you just say?"

"You turned against your own goddamn ally."He stepped onto his cigarette, meeting my glare completely unfazed. "You're weak. Stop this bullshit about how you don't want to be f*****g weak when you already are."

I snapped.

Instantly, my hands lunged out to strangle him but, his arms wrapped around mine, pulling my back towards his chest as my arms were immobilized. His elbows were under my armpits as his painfully strong arms tightened around mine, "What? Did you think you were going to be able to hit me?" He chuckled into my ear.

I struggled, groaning in irritation, "How are you one to talk?" I hissed, closing an eye at the pain. "You killed your own f*****g ally yesterday!"

"Ally? The bastard f*****g stole my damn data. That s**t's worth more than your entire f*****g life, bitch." He growled, his breaths constantly blowing next to my ear.

My fingers felt a slight soft sensation and I grinned pulling at it. His precious pink hair was within my grasp. I pulled up, earning the beautiful groan of pain from Mason's lips. Which I immediately regretted two seconds later.

Suddenly, his foot swiped me from underneath, throwing my body into the ground, chest first. I gasped for oxygen, feeling all the air push out of me at once. The asshole pulled my arms behind my back, holding it with a single hand as the other one shoved my face into the cool ground. I let out a yelp feeling my cheek scratch against the floor.

"And you do... this..." I could barely get the words out with all of his weight on top of me, "...t-to me... Am I not your... your a-ally?" I coughed.

I could hear his pissed off, low growls through the long silence. "I'm doing this because your my goddamn ally." His lips neared my ear, "Look at yourself. You think it's just because you don't want to be f*****g weak. Really? Are you f*****g kidding me? You are too much of a dumbass to realize your own f*****g reasonings."

"And how the hell would you know how I think?"

He shoved me harder into the ground, "Do you even know why I f*****g took your goddamn ass off of the streets?"

"Why would I!?" I growled, "I hardly know what you f*****g think at all, dammit!"

Mason got off me, hashly. I felt Helena and Layla try to help me up but, I swatted them away and I glared at Mason and the other bastards as they walked away. "Don't worry. I won't help you pathetic ass out. I'm a mutt right? Don't stick my f*****g nose into s**t unless asked?" He walked into the elevator lighting his cigarette, "Get me my f*****g coffee before you go and die."

I looked up to my friends who all had cold glares. Each one of them passed by me and headed towards the glass doors as I sat on the ground, rubbing my sore cheek. Helena was the last one to pass, "You really should listen to that Boss of yours." She sighed halfway out the door, "If you want to get yourself killed, fine. We won't f*****g get involved."

The door slowly shut as heir bodies disappeared. This is what I wanted. So why did I feel so hurt? It's not like I was begging for f*****g attention. Were they right? Was I being an i***t? Of course I was but, I didn't know that back then.

I knew what Mason was saying but, my mind wasn't excepting the excuse so it seemed as though I was unaware.

I thought that I should hate the asshole for f*****g doing that to me.

But, no matter how f*****g mad I was, my body knew something I didn't. It understood what Mason was trying to do for me when I was too f*****g idiotic to notice. Everything seemed so dark, but, for some reason I didn't want to escape it. I wasn't going towards the light they were giving me.

Why?

Why was I so dumb?