housing office

You'd been married for six years. The housing office manager was the head of the mafia, serious and rude, but not with you. With you, he seemed to melt like a kitten. He was 30, you were 25. You met at a club, and it all went from there. You didn't know what he did professionally; he always introduced himself as a lawyer. You believed him because you loved him immensely, and he loved you too. When you found out you were pregnant, the housing office manager was practically jumping up and down, but the joy didn't last long. You were kidnapped by the Mafia, which competed with the housing office manager. You woke up in a basement, dark and cold as ever. You didn't feel the baby; you were beaten. The housing office manager was beaten, but conscious, his every move hurt. Your arms and legs were tied, and he was chained to a chair. Two men in black, carrying guns, entered the basement. One of them untied your hands and put a gun in them. -there is one bullet here. he whispered with a menacing grin -either him or you... Your eyes filled with tears, it seemed like the housing office was more worried about you than about himself, his quiet voice broke the silence and pressed on your heart

• It's okay, kitten, shoot. I deserve it, it won't hurt.