Her Mafia Lord: A Thrift of Gold

"WHERE IS IT!”

A resounding slap punctuated his question and the impact sent me straight to the ground.

I didn't even get the chance to register how hard I was slapped when the second man grabbed my hair and yanked me off the ground.

"Where is the fucking necklace?" The black man asked again.

His feigned politeness is gone and my initial confidence starts evaporating as the second man holds me in place with my hands behind me.

"Answer me, bitch!"

"I...I don't..."

Another slap landed on the same spot. My cheeks sting and my ears won't stop ringing just as I’m seeing stars.

"Don't test me bitch," He said, taking a menacing step closer to me;

"Where is the necklace?"

“I… I'm…”

All I can do is whimper in fear as tears flow freely down my cheeks. He brings out a gun and a new sense of dread falls on me;

"Where… Is… the necklace?"

"P-please..." I sobbed, trying to think of something he'd love to hear.

"WHERE THE FUCK IS IT!?"

My heart jumped and I started mumbling over my words;

"I... It-it's... I-I threw it in the lake. P-please...I threw it in the lake..."

Another slap, or maybe it's a punch. Either way, it landed heavily on the same spot and I briefly drifted in and out of consciousness.

"It's not here…"

I heard the third man as he scattered the contents of my purse on the ground;

"It's not fucking here!" He snapped, kicking my purse away in frustration.

Blackie turned to face me and terror settled in me;

"I-I told you..." I said with a weak sob, "I threw it in the lake. Pl-please, don't hurt me... Please."

He grabbed my hair aggressively and pulled my head to the side as the second man held me immobile. With the cold barrel of his gun pressed under my chin, he snarled into my ear;

"I'll ask you one last time," He said and I whimpered involuntarily...

"Where. Is. The necklace?"

A sharp sob escapes my lips as fresh tears flow down my cheek. I don't care about the sting in my cheek, the tension in my scalp, or the ache in my neck as Blackie keeps my head cocked at an unnatural angle.

All I can think about is the metallic coldness pressing aggressively under my chin.

"I..." I swallowed hard, trying to keep a clear voice and think past the ringing in my ears.

"The necklace is not worth more than $10," I said and the gun pressed harder against my skin.

"P-please... Please don't kill me... I..." I swallowed again as an involuntary sob escaped my lips,

"I don't..."

>>< Gunshot ><<

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I feel like I'm going too fast... Am I going too fast?

Okay, let's dial it down a notch and rewind to the beginning of my impending death.

I'm your average working girl living a miserable life with a below-minimum-wage job as a dishwasher in a restaurant.

My name is Sapphire and unlike everybody else, I hate Christmas.

And yes, tomorrow is Christmas Eve.

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Today marks the sixteenth year I lost everything in an accident I can't even remember. I'm 25 now and everything about my life is barely above wrong.

The accident took everything from me; all my childhood memories before the accident, all the best parts about my mother, and my life.

I actually can't remember the life I had before the accident. Hell, if Mom wasn't alive to tell me, I wouldn't even know my name.

But I know somewhere out there, there's a place I’d truly belong. And I know this miserable life wasn't meant for me.