(little note before we begin...I like how this turned out, but still think it's a little rough around the edges, especially the ending...any comments to make are more than welcome! And 'Tonya, this is for you! You wanted a Gio POV fic, and here it is!)
"So..." I direct my glare at the woman before me, "you think you have something to say to me?"
She cleared her throat. "Well, Sir, I think that--"
i hate this bitch
i want to kill her
i have a gun right here i could drop her before she even knew what hit her.
"Sir? Are you listening to me?"
I smile. It is a half-hearted attempt at best, but the best I can manage at the moment. "Of course, Domino. Please continue."
stupid fucking skank
"This next week, the--"
moronic little bitch, wanna ram this gun down her throat, wanna make her beg
"Sir, I feel that--"
What am I doing? She's far too valuable as an agent to simply kill do it now before she gets away
She runs, escaping before I could fire. I fall back in my chair, sinking against the cold leather, as the office door slams shut.
Why did that happen? What could have possibly done this?
you know why
I lock the door with the button beneath my desk, and let myself go limp.
because of her
It's true. I love her. Not Domino, she's mearly a means to an end...No, who I love is...someone else entirely.
Not entirely. Domino has her blind optimism, her sunny smile...They're very different women, but they do have that much in common.
And it's more than enough to make me hate Domino want her dead, she's not who I want, not even close, make me fucking sick just thinking about it
It may be strange...I want to kill Domino for imitating her, but I also want to kill her just for being her.
Domino is not worth the effort. A single shot could be rid of her forever.
But for Delia, it must be personal.
I want to be able to feel it.
Perhaps I'll find my answer on the edge of a knife; the pain of initial entry, the gasped pleas, her warm life washing over my blade...
Perhaps a slow strangulation; the binding touch, so forceful and yet so intimate, the pressure increasing harder and harder, until I release and she falls back, the deed done....
I want her to die i want to kill her but I also love her. She makes me weak and must suffer for it. But I love her so badly that it hurts its killing me from the inside every time i think about her.
I want her. I need her. I want to kill her. I need to kill her.
there is nothing else in my mind. Soon there will be nothing else in my life.
I cannot afford to be weak she makes me weak, not in my position. She is my passion, my only light i was meant to be in darkness, it suits me much better.
I unlock the door.
Almost immediately, there is a knock. "Come in!" I command, surprised at my own harsh tone after all, it's not like she's here.
Blond curls pop cautiously into view--Domino.
"Boss...what happened...? Why did you do that...?"
just like Delia, cowering before me, that simpering fearful look
"Because you really scared me...! I thought you were going to kill me! But...I guess things are ok, right?"
It's a faint smile, just an upturn of her quivering mouth, but it's enough.
that's Delia's smile.
erase it from your life.
It's over in less than a second. I grab the gun from its place on the desk, and fire. Domino falls to the floor that sunny smile finally gone.
over so fast. she didn't know what hit her. Delia will yes she will she will know she will feel me over her she will know my thoughts she will know my passion she will know me
As Persian sniffs at the body, I relax again. tomorrow i will go to pallet i will see Delia i will tell her everything and i will kill her.
and i will no longer be weak.