Post by Addy A on Apr 14, 2024 5:13:33 GMT -5
"If ya so fuckin' strong, why don't ya just kill me?" Adelaide Ainsworth spat at Joey Bigliani with the venom of an angry rattlesnake.
The nephew of the head of the Bigliani crime family had been making the their former employee's life a difficult proposition over the past few weeks, dragging him in and out her existence on his own malicious whims.
"You see, Adelaide, that would be the easy way. Yet, after the stunts you pulled on our family that wouldn't be the fun way. Truth be told, if my Uncle Gino had his way, you would be dead. But, I was able to convince him to let me do you slowly."
"Pfft." Adelaide scoffed, "You were never slow."
Joey raised his hand, but resisted the urge to slap Adelaide across the face and just chortled loudly, his laugh laced with dark undertones. "We had fun back in the day didn't we."
Adelaide shook her head with disdain, "You fucking a naïve teenager, while you wife had a baby sucking on her tit." She smirked at him with arrogance. "You might have had fun. I was just bored."
"Not what I remember." he said, trying diligently to push his opinion.
"Oh. Oh. Oh. My. GAWD!" Adelaide screamed, following it up with unbridled laughter. "Is that what you heard? Pretty easy to turn it on and turn it off - not that you could turn a tap on."
This time Joey Bigliani was unable to contain his rage and slapped her across the cheek causing her to groan audibly while her head was flung to the side without control.
Never one to show she had been hurt, Adelaide looked at Joey with grin on her face. "Mmmm. Kinky."
Joey seethed, while Adelaide smiled. She knows that at some point in the future she is a dead woman. Truthfully, if it wasn't for the fragile ego of Joey Bigliani she suspected she would be dead already. Despite her inevitable fate, she was never going to not have fun with the situation.
"I wish your dead wife slapped that hard." Adelaide spat at Joey, he saliva a faint pink colour.
"You did me a favour." Joey chuckled. "She was a nagging whore."
Adelaide ever the one to seize an opportunity to tug a loose thread of someone's emotion was intent on angering Joey to the point he did something crazy in this moment, something she could use to her own advantage. Knowing, that he would have his enforcers outside taking his final breath wasn't an option in the moment. But smacking under the chin or taking a finger from his hand might be worth a laugh at the moment.
"She begged less than you." Adelaide smirked.
"She begged for my cock as much as you used to." retorted Joey with the emotional intelligence of a teenager.
Adelaide raised her left hand and wiggled her pinkie finger in the ultimate insult to his manhood. Enraged, Joey slaps Adelaide across the face again. Once again, Adelaide groans as his head sears across her soft skin, her head flying back with the impact. Again, Adelaide refuses to be broken and just giggles back at her tormentor.
"The amount your slapping me, you better start fucking me." She snorts. "Either way I'm going to be disappointed."
He curls both of his hands into tight fists, holding them by his side, while Adelaide stands up from the couch and shoves him to the side.
"I need a fuckin' drink." She says as she steps to her bar to remove a bottle of vodka. "You want one." She says pouring herself a glass.
"Sure." he grunts. "You know, Adelaide, there will be come a time when a bullet will put into the back of your skull and you won't even see it coming."
"Of course I won't - I don't have eyes in the back of my fucking head."
"Do you ever take anything serious."
"I do. I will. The day I start taking your bodies one by fucking one."
"Never going to happen."
"Maybe not. But better than going out with a fucking whimper."
"You know we want our money back."
"Spent it."
"Well I guess your mother and daughter will just have to repay the family."
"I wouldn't fucking try it, cunt."
"Too late."
Adelaide stares at him in silence.
"Better fucking not."
"Not many hiding holes in Mexico."
Adelaide looks at the glass in her hand, pauses for moment and slams into the side of Joey's face. He staggers backwards and she lunges forward but he catches her with a punch to the face as she is surging forward.
"Adelaide," he says touching the cuts on the side of his face, "we need you for the moment. You're useful. But when that is done I will kill you."
"Not if I kill you first," she cackles as she wipes the blood from her nose.
The nephew of the head of the Bigliani crime family had been making the their former employee's life a difficult proposition over the past few weeks, dragging him in and out her existence on his own malicious whims.
"You see, Adelaide, that would be the easy way. Yet, after the stunts you pulled on our family that wouldn't be the fun way. Truth be told, if my Uncle Gino had his way, you would be dead. But, I was able to convince him to let me do you slowly."
"Pfft." Adelaide scoffed, "You were never slow."
Joey raised his hand, but resisted the urge to slap Adelaide across the face and just chortled loudly, his laugh laced with dark undertones. "We had fun back in the day didn't we."
Adelaide shook her head with disdain, "You fucking a naïve teenager, while you wife had a baby sucking on her tit." She smirked at him with arrogance. "You might have had fun. I was just bored."
"Not what I remember." he said, trying diligently to push his opinion.
"Oh. Oh. Oh. My. GAWD!" Adelaide screamed, following it up with unbridled laughter. "Is that what you heard? Pretty easy to turn it on and turn it off - not that you could turn a tap on."
This time Joey Bigliani was unable to contain his rage and slapped her across the cheek causing her to groan audibly while her head was flung to the side without control.
Never one to show she had been hurt, Adelaide looked at Joey with grin on her face. "Mmmm. Kinky."
Joey seethed, while Adelaide smiled. She knows that at some point in the future she is a dead woman. Truthfully, if it wasn't for the fragile ego of Joey Bigliani she suspected she would be dead already. Despite her inevitable fate, she was never going to not have fun with the situation.
"I wish your dead wife slapped that hard." Adelaide spat at Joey, he saliva a faint pink colour.
"You did me a favour." Joey chuckled. "She was a nagging whore."
Adelaide ever the one to seize an opportunity to tug a loose thread of someone's emotion was intent on angering Joey to the point he did something crazy in this moment, something she could use to her own advantage. Knowing, that he would have his enforcers outside taking his final breath wasn't an option in the moment. But smacking under the chin or taking a finger from his hand might be worth a laugh at the moment.
"She begged less than you." Adelaide smirked.
"She begged for my cock as much as you used to." retorted Joey with the emotional intelligence of a teenager.
Adelaide raised her left hand and wiggled her pinkie finger in the ultimate insult to his manhood. Enraged, Joey slaps Adelaide across the face again. Once again, Adelaide groans as his head sears across her soft skin, her head flying back with the impact. Again, Adelaide refuses to be broken and just giggles back at her tormentor.
"The amount your slapping me, you better start fucking me." She snorts. "Either way I'm going to be disappointed."
He curls both of his hands into tight fists, holding them by his side, while Adelaide stands up from the couch and shoves him to the side.
"I need a fuckin' drink." She says as she steps to her bar to remove a bottle of vodka. "You want one." She says pouring herself a glass.
"Sure." he grunts. "You know, Adelaide, there will be come a time when a bullet will put into the back of your skull and you won't even see it coming."
"Of course I won't - I don't have eyes in the back of my fucking head."
"Do you ever take anything serious."
"I do. I will. The day I start taking your bodies one by fucking one."
"Never going to happen."
"Maybe not. But better than going out with a fucking whimper."
"You know we want our money back."
"Spent it."
"Well I guess your mother and daughter will just have to repay the family."
"I wouldn't fucking try it, cunt."
"Too late."
Adelaide stares at him in silence.
"Better fucking not."
"Not many hiding holes in Mexico."
Adelaide looks at the glass in her hand, pauses for moment and slams into the side of Joey's face. He staggers backwards and she lunges forward but he catches her with a punch to the face as she is surging forward.
"Adelaide," he says touching the cuts on the side of his face, "we need you for the moment. You're useful. But when that is done I will kill you."
"Not if I kill you first," she cackles as she wipes the blood from her nose.
---
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