CHAPTER FIFTEEN

Rosetta's pov

The moon was high up in the sky. I was never interested in the sky like I was tonight as I took a stroll around the buildings, the training felt longer during the day and I had no time for myself to think. 

It was quiet outside which I was grateful for and surprisingly I was alone which was rare, there was always a man or two loitering around after midnight.

I couldn't tell what the time was but I knew it was late, probably morning but I wasn't bothered about it because I wasn't even tired. I took a turn towards the building by the left and I heard male voices, I simply rolled my eyes and walked towards the other side trying to avoid any of them, I wasn't in the mood for another round of insults or flirty conversations.

"Hey!" 

I heard over my shoulder sighing, guess one of them saw me, but I didn't answer and kept walking, I didn't walk faster either when I heard their footsteps behind me.

"Learn to take a pause when you're being called, you're still a girl irrespective of being a boss," one of them said and I turned. Only two out of the three that I came across followed me, I looked around trying to wonder where the third one went, and when I didn't see him I decided to keep walking but I guess that only made them angry because I was grabbed by my arms and spun around to face the. I didn't like them manhandling me so I pushed.

"What the fuck is wrong with you!" I said raising my voice and they just laughed. I knew the assholes, I had seen them around and I have never liked the way they looked at me. It was too bad they didn't allow us to carry guns or weapons, I would have evicted them permanently from the competition.

"Don't fucking talk to me like that bitch" one of them said, he was bigger but I didn't care, I wasn't in the mood to speak either, they couldn't do anything to hurt me out here. I walked towards the one who had just spoken, my fingers poked his chest as I spoke looking up at him.

"Don't you dare call me a bitch, or lay your freaking hands on me!" I said and with that, I turned to walk away when I felt a hand on my hair as I was pulled back painfully. This time my body was flush against one of them and I could feel his hard-on. My mind raced, they wouldn't dare. I tried not to panic, they definitely wouldn't try anything stupid.

"You think you can get cocky and leave just like that huh," the one behind me said rubbing his dick on my butt, the second one came to stand in front of me, he grabbed my neck and licked my face, from my chin to my ear.

"That's fucking disgusting," I said spitting on his face, he left my neck and cleaned his face smiling.

"I told you she was a spitfire, makes my cock harder thinking about how many fights you'd put up," the one behind me said and I froze, what do they mean.

"Look, I don't know what you guys think you're doing but they will find out, people will know, it's a competition and they are watching!" I said hoping they would let go but they didn't.

"This is a fucking competition for Mafia leaders, for made men, what the hell do you think we do in our groups, play hero? Bitch fucking smartass is what we do, we are crime itself, you should know that you sit there all day acting like you're much better than us, what did you expect to happen to the only woman amongst crime lords?"

"She thinks we'd gather and paint her nails" 

Shit, I don't even paint my nails. The one in front of me came closer and I somehow released my hand and punched him in the face, before nodding the other behind me, there was no way I could take the two of them on, and I was sure I could outrun them but I was not in a good spot to run.

"I like it when they get feisty," the big guy said and I looked at him with disgust. If they wanted my body they were going to have to get bloodied to get it. I shoved my hand down my pants and took out the pocket knife Kyler had given me.

"Ooh, she's got a blade" 

"It works!" I said moving it around, they weren't scared they didn't care as they charged at me, trying to pull off my clothes.

"What the fuck is going on" I heard a familiar voice say and the men paused to look at Asher, who was standing there with his hands in his pocket.

"You either join us or fuck off," the big guy said and Asher chuckled. It was dark I was pretty sure he didn't know who he was talking to. Guess I was right because Asher came closer and I felt the big guy tremble, his hands on my shoulder went limp and became heavy as I pushed it down, he didn't need to say a word before they both hissed and walked away.

"Pretty sure that's not allowed," Asher said, staring at my knife. I was angry that he was the one who showed up but grateful nevertheless but there was no way he was going to know that, so I walked over to him and punched him in the face.

"The hell was that for?" He asked, holding his nose.

"Stay the hell away from me!" I said before walking away from him, thankfully he was nursing his nose and didn't follow me.

He was my enemy and I couldn't wait to win the competition so I could end him like he ended the lives of my parents, I was going to work harder, I see now that my enemy isn't Zayn or Bruce or whosever but Asher, his name made my stomach recoil I couldn't wait to kill him, it was going to be long as painful, I thought with a smile.

It was a promise.