A Wild Cat

"Will you stop that stupid song?" I glared at Marcus who was playing stupid screamo. We're at the execution room located at the basement , waiting for our comrades to arrive.

The Russians have already started their movements here in Italy whereas one of our weaponry supplier double crossed. Our men are after that traitor already and I can't wait to cut its throat.

"Can't you just enjoy the music, dude?" Marcus glanced, silently laughing at me. Stupid.

"Fuck it, pal. Those aren't even music to my ears. They're the same screams as to those we kill everyday." I said.

"You're just boring, man. We're in mafia; you're even the boss, but you hate screamo." he said as he snorted.

"I hate all music." I said and he rolled his eyes at that. "That's right. That's why screamo should pass your taste because they're not music to your ears." he shoot back that made me throw the fucking piece of wood at him and he luckily dodged it as he evilly laughed.

A voice from my walkie talkie captured my attention. "Boss, the girl has been throwing things in her room." Zonas, the man I assigned to guard from outside the room of Bella or whatever her name is.

A plan came into my mind as I glanced at Marcus. "Okay, wait for Marcus to handle the girl. I'll tell him to go there now." I said before turning to Marcus.

"What girl?" he curiously asked and honestly, I wanted to laugh right now because I know he couldn't handle it. This is for making me listen to your stupid screamo, asshole.

I grinned at him and told him what he has to do.

He was pouting like a defeated child when he left the basement and I couldn't stop laughing. That man has no patience and he'll be back here soon.

There wasn't even ten minutes when he came back and he was already glaring at me. "I thought it was a girl! You never said you bought a fucking wild cat!" he shouted and I laughed so hard when I saw how pissed he was.

"What did she do?" I asked.

"he bit my ear, man. Luckily, I'm stronger so I got away from her." he said while touching his left ear. "I think you should be the one to look after your cat. She needs to learn how to respect. I could smack her head on the wall anytime, dude."

"But why didn't you?" I asked, raising my eyebrow.

"She's fucking beautiful and... hot, man. Only that she's freakin' annoying." he said.

"Can you handle the situation here later?" I asked and he answered it with another question, "Why?."

"I should see the wild cat and maybe it'll learn who's the prey between us."

"Dude, just fuck her hard. Maybe that's what she needs."

"She's still a virgin." I suddenly said and he gave me a horrified expression before I left.

...

On my way to the 5th floor, I heard her screaming a lot of nonsense so I did what I think could make her shut up.

When I opened the door, I fired my pistol. The sound rang and echoed. She froze off and stopped on screaming. Her tears fell as she silently cried with horror and body shook when her eyes met mine.

"P-please don't... don't kill me." She said, obviously hiding a foreign accent.

"What's your name, puttana (bitch)?" I asked in monotonous voice. She flinched but she didn't answer.

I pointed the pistol to intimidate her. "If I asked you something, you answer immediately, got it?" I said and she nodded. Tears are still flowing through her cheeks.

"So, what's your name?" I asked again.

"V—Violet M... Moore." she answered.

"Where are you from?."

She hesitated for a moment before she answered, "New Jersey." there's that accent again.

"You know, I don't like people lying to me and if I find out that you are, there will be consequences." I paused and continued,

"... and these consequences aren't good. Sometimes... these will make you scream so hard you'll beg me to kill you instead." her eyes went wide and filled with horror. If only I'm not here to look scary, I could applaud myself for succeeding, but no. I can't do that.

She started to cry more tears. "Please.. I'll—I'll tell you everything. Just please don't kill me." she sobbed as she begged for her life.

I nodded and half smiled.

"Good. So, Bella, who are you?" I asked again and she swallowed whatever lump she has in her throat.

I sat down on her bed and gestured her to sit beside me. She nervously followed and her body shivered.

She gulped again, "My name is..." then there's a gun, firing simultaneously.

"What the fuck was that?!" I shouted.

"It's Marcus, boss!" the men outside the room answered back.

Shit! He's high again.

"We'll talk later." I told the bella sternly before I left and head back to the basement.