Page 101 of Mafia Toy

Laila’s eyes widened, a frown tugging at her raspberry-colored lips. “Don’t cry,” she cooed. “Please don’t say that. Take it back, Sage. I fucking love you.” She squeezed her eyes closed and looked back at me. “I fucking love her.”

“Prove it.”

“You’re not going to pull the trigger, Constantino,” Laila whispered, tears streaming down her cheeks. She still pointed the gun at Bethany, but she stared at me. “You’re not that heartless. You’re not a monster. You fucking love Sage just as much as I do.”

“Iama monster.” I curled my lips into a smirk at her. “And you know it too.”

“Stop crying, Sage,” Laila said through her sniffles. “He’s not going to kill you.”

A low chuckle escaped my lips. “You’re right, sweetheart. I’m not going to kill Sage. My plan was never to kill her. The only one of us who is going to kill someone tonight is you. It’s your choice who dies. Bethany … Sage …” I lowered the gun to Sage’s belly. “Or the baby in Sage’s belly.”

Tears rippled in Laila’s widened eyes. “The what?”

“The baby.”

Laila dropped her gun, her hands beginning to tremble uncontrollably. “S-stop. Y-you’re lying to me. Sage isn’t pregnant.” She doubled over onto the floor and stared up at me, shaking her head. “She’s not pregnant.” She looked over at Sage. “Y-you’re not pregnant, right?”

I pressed the gun against Sage’s belly, wanting her to comply. Sage sniffled and nodded down at Laila, following my lie. A lie that Laila could never know about. I would fuck Sage every waking moment of my life to get her pregnant before Laila had a chance to schedule a doctor’s appointment, if that was what it took.

“No!” Laila cried, doubling over once more, but this time, she was clutching her belly, as if the pain inside her was unbearable. And I hated her for it because it shouldn’t have been this hard to choose.

“Choose, Laila,” I growled.

“I-I want the baby!” she cried. “I want the baby.”

“Prove it.” I kicked her gun toward her. “Prove it to us.”

With shaky hands, Laila grabbed the gun and slowly stood up, using my desk for support. She pointed the gun at Bethany’s head once more and stared into her eyes.

“I don’t want to kill anyone,” she cried. “Please, Constantino. I’ll do … I’ll do anything else you want me to do to Bethany. I’ll torture her if you ask me to. Just don’t make me into a monster.”

“You’ve already been a monster to Sage. To me.” I grabbed her by the back of the neck and growled into her ear, “This is what happens when you get yourself into trouble. Do it.”

“I don’t want to kill anyone!” she cried.

“Enough with the fucking hysterics,” I snapped, taking her left hand and wrapping it around the handle of my gun. I forced her to curl her finger right over the trigger, so when I pulled it,shewould really be the one to pull it.

She would be the one to end any chances of Sage getting pregnant again. She would choose her best friend over a family for good, and I would have to leave her.

“Three,” I warned.

She stared at her best friend, the gun in her right hand trembling against her forehead.

“Two.”

Tears streaked with black mascara rolled down Bethany’s cheeks as she begged Laila not to shoot through her cloth gag.

“One.”

I yanked back the trigger of the unloaded gun.

“No!” Laila screamed as she shot Bethany through the skull and unloaded all the bullets into that bitch’s brain.

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I dropped the gun,collapsed onto my knees, and cried out for Bethany. Blood poured out of the holes in the center of her forehead. Yet she stared up at me through wide eyes. Dead. Completely and utterly dead.

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