《Painfully Sweet》Chapter 14
Advertisement
Luka P.O.V
"You did this to me," Zophisa groaned as I gave her a cup of tea. She woke up sick with a horrible cold this morning.
"What did I do?" I asked with a chuckle as I sat at the foot of the bed.
"I hadn't slept in 24 hours because of you!" she exclaimed.
"Nobody told you to stay in the gym until two in the morning working out," I shot back.
"I had to," she said with a cough. I just chuckled and shook my head.
"Why do you have a gun on the bedside table?" I asked, looking at the handgun that rested on the table.
"I have guns everywhere in here," she said nonchalantly as she took small sips of her tea.
"Is there a reason why?" I asked with my eyebrow raised.
"Do you know how much someone would pay to have my head alone? We are not little petty gang members who can just go around unprotected. When I lived in New York, my brothers had someone patrolling my apartment building to make sure there was no funny business going on, even when I wasn't there," she explained.
"You lived in an apartment? That's not very safe," I observed.
"It was my building," she said emphasizing the my, "I own it and that's not the point."
"I didn't know you were a business woman," I said with a smirk.
"The money can't be dirty all the time," she said, sitting the cup of tea on the beside table next to the gun.
"That's true," I said with nod. She picked up the remote and clicked the television on. The news was on and we were the topic of discussion.
Advertisement
"If you're so famous here, how do people not know you run a mafia?" She asked as she loomed at the videos of us that were captured when we arrived yesterday.
"They do, I just haven't gotten caught. They can't technically prove I've done anything wrong. They've searched my house, my offices, my parent's house and nothing. I keep my lives separate," I explained.
"That's smart, where is your head of operations?" She asked.
"I am the head if operations. I don't get my hands dirty, I pay people to do that for me," I said.
"Aww, pretty boy can't mess up his manicure?" She mocked.
"I have more blood on my hands than you can ever imagine," I told her.
"You let me bitch you out, at this point I'm convinced you can't even fight," She taunted.
"I've killed men with my bare hands, I don't have to prove anything to you," I said flatly.
"But you do, if I'm going to be out here protecting myself I can take my ass back to New York," she challenged.
"Leave then, I'm not the one who meeds protection," I dared.
"You will if I leave," She countered.
"What are you talking about?" I said through clenched teeth.
"Do you think they were joking last night? Those are men of loyalty and their loyalty lies with me, not you. They take this shit seriously because they built their gangs with blood, sweat, and tears. Not everyone can inherit the life from their daddies," She explained. As soon as she was done talking she started coughing uncontrollably.
I rolled my eyes and stood up from the foot of the bed. She tried to sit up against the headboard but she was coughing too much. I walked around the bed to the bedside table and picked up her teacup.
Advertisement
"I don't understand why they thought this would be the best solution," I mumbled as I poured more water into the cup.
"I don't either," she said between coughs, "we can't stand each other."
"Stop talking and drink this," I demanded, dropping two cough drops into her warm tea. She glared at me as she took the cup from my hands. I watched her eye the tea suspiciously before glaring at me again.
"Drink it or die," I said with a shrug.
"I feel like I'll die either way," she mumbled as she took a sip.
"If I wanted to kill you, you'd be dead already," I assured.
"I think it's funny when you say that, as if the opportunity has been given to you," she said, tilting her head to the side.
"I could've done it yesterday when you were barking orders with Alessia," I said.
"You wish, I would've aired this bitch out," she said confidently.
"You're very confident, do you know that?" I asked.
"Of course I know that, I deal with me everyday," she said.
"Well, it's not cute," I told her.
"I've killed too many people to worry about being cute," she said as she sat her cup on the bedside table.
Just as I was about to make a comeback, her phone rang. She looked at it and rolled her eyes before answering.
"You better be dying," she said, clearly angry. There was A small pause before her facial expression went from angry to furious.
"Shut up!" She yelled into the phone, "I don't care what happened, fix it! And when you fix it, find out who did it. And when you find out who did it, kill them. Then when you kill them, take a nap because your black ass hasn't slept since I left! I swear to God if you don't handle this, I'm going to be on the next plane out of here and you don't want that." I watched her bark orders into the phone before hanging up.
She didn't take her attention from her phone for about ten minutes. "Son of a bitch," she yelled, frustrated. She picked up the nearest object to her, a teacup, and flung it at the wall, breaking it to tiny pieces.
"What happened?" I asked, leaning against the wall next to the bed.
"That bastard let one of those dumb asses loose all of our product for the month!" She stressed.
"How did he manage to do that?" I asked, getting angry as well.
"He says he got robbed at the pickup, but I don't believe him," see mumbled as she tapped away on her phone.
"Where's you're pickup point?" I asked.
"Don't worry about it," she answered, flatly.
"This isn't going to be good for either of us if we hate each other," I said, trying to be the bigger person.
"It would be worse if we love each other," she said, not looking away from her phone.
Advertisement
Unbound Deathlord: Challenge
Due to Amazon's Kindle Unlimited rules, I had to pull most of the book content from RoyalRoad. Only sample chapters remain. To read a fiction that will never be removed from Royal Road, I recommend my other fiction: Immortal Conqueror. The first two books of the series are out on Amazon: Book 1: Unbound Deathlord: ChallengeBook 2: Unbound Deathlord: Obliteration Book 1: Challenge When virtual reality becomes real enough that people feel as if they’re being transported to another world, Valia Online arrives.A man running from his past joins the game to forget it all. Calling himself Jack Thorn, he chooses an undead race, Deathlord.A mage by choice, and a swordsman by necessity, he soon finds out that he’ll need to use much more than magic and steel to survive; strategy, creativity, and carefully chosen words can often accomplish what simple attacks can’t.As the game becomes too real and touches a part of him that he’d rather leave buried, he is faced with two questions:Who is he, really?And who should he become?
8 103Flesh Forger
Born a bit too late to explore the world, yet far too early to explore space, Graham Lattem is your average 61 year old man - if a little wanderlust filled. That being said, he has a happy home, loving wife, children who check up on him, and a decent retirement fund to live out his golden years modestly. Then it happens. [System Initialization Commencing…] A trick of the light, surely. [Planetary Merger Protocol 331 Enabled] Rumbling can be heard in the distance. Shouts. Cries of anguish. A horrible, ear numbing crashing sound. An earthquake. A hole opens in the middle of his home, and our protagonist falls in as a swirling vortex consumes him. Mountains as far as the eye can see greet Graham as he opens his eyes. Well, and more glowing words: [Welcome To The Macrocosm] [Good Luck] Far away from his family in a world hell-bent on his demise, how will this old, arthritis ridden man survive? Did I mention he has cancer? ===================================================================== Aiming for at least 1 chapter every other day, though there is a very big chance it will more oftentimes than not be more than that! This is my first ever story. One that I’ve been wanting to write for awhile. The system is most definitely inspired by Randidly Ghosthound and The New World, but I promise the story is different! Please point out any mistakes, as I’d love to improve! Also the warnings are just to let me experiment.
8 204Sinfully Imperfect
"You make me commit sins, I never fucking thought I'd ever come across.""You're such an alluring sin that I'd love to commit every fucking time." ___________________________Sophronia Jasper is all set to let go of her past and embark on a journey at her dream college, but things spiral out of control when she encounters her college's oh-so-hot-mysterious-senior, whose poker face and emotionless eyes captivate her to a deep extent. Catch up on their exotic stories to unravel a new life with their perspectives. ____________________________cover made by amazing @lovely-riaRanking--- #2 in New Adult#1 in Bad boy#1 in College #2 in Sibling goals#1 in Perspective#1 in Façade#2 in Troubled Past#7 in Emotionalrollercoaster #6 in Alpha male#8 in Race#9 in Romantic-thriller#16 in Dark Humor#56 in Sin©All Rights Reserved
8 505No, I am from the Void
Hewin is a slave in the only adronatium mine in Faer Zavelin. As a lynx-man, he is able to see and work in the depths enveloping the fallen star. Hewin is used to staring into the darkness while swinging his pickaxe. But then, an entirely new kind of darkness invites him...entirely new, but, at the same time, inexplicably familiar.
8 191Guns and Giggles
Completed!Highest ranking: #15 in HumorAriana Iglesias tends to go to extremes when she's BORED. Being a genius doesn't help either. Her sharp mind mixed with crazy theories she can't wait to try, lands her in a pit full of major events she never thought would be so... EXCITING! Even though there are guns involved which she likes to describe as 'physics in a metal case', she is determined to enjoy her life to the fullest, however long it may be.•°•°•°•°•°•°•Alexander Dimitriou, the epitome of ALPHA male, the Greek Gangleader of land as far as you can see, or atleast that's what the Legendary stories of The Dimitriou family said. Alex would go to any lengths for his family name and his...hair? Oh yes, as weird it may seem the Gangleader had a mind of his own, unlike his ancestors, who knew only about kills and guns.Alex was as SMART as a trained killer can get.•°•°•°•°•°•°•But would he be able to understand Ariana, even when her eyes tell a different story than her mouth? Would he be able to handle the storm and thunder brought in his life by this ADORABLE peice of shit?Find it out for yourself! In this Steamy Romantic Comedy Mafia Book available at your nearest screens!!!(Okay I may have been exaggerating a tiny bit, but please just give it a try, and constructive feedback is always appreciated;)High Rankings constant:#1 on YoungAdultReads#1 on #Romcom #6 on #Steamy THANKYOU FOR VOTING !!!!!!!!!!
8 227Plastik Quotes (ongoing)
« Don't kill mother earth, stop being PLASTIK »
8 58