Dead By Dawn A Mafia One Night Stand

Whoever invented one night stands should be nailed to the cross!

"Arghh." Lily winces, her stomach twisting in knots as fragmented memories come flooding back; she flirted with him, shared one drink too many, and it was all so unclear. But this... this.. wasn't part of the plan.

"Where am I.. what is that smell?" she muttered to herself as she made an attempt to sit up. The bed felt uncomfortable. The dimly lit motel room made her head spin.

Shit! What had she gotten herself into, having an illicit affair with her clients supposed groom?

Briefly, she looks about the room: the gloom is hardly lessened by the small light that struggles to seep between curtains. Her stomach heaves on the sight of the blood-dark, carmined stains across her hands, her clothes, and the bed.

Panic clawed at the throat in a vice while trying to make out that awful smell, she suddenly jerks her head to one side.

"What!.. what in the!!??.." Lily gasped, her hands quickly covered her mouth in shock.

Next to her, Damien Kalashnikov lies utterly limp, splayed across the sheets-a knife right in his chest. Blood pools around him, seeping into the mattress. The breath catches in Lily's throat.

Her eyes widen in disbelief as a sharp shriek erupted from her. She try's to lift a hand.

"Oh my God... no, no, no..." The action sends her stumbling backward, her legs too trembling to hold her weight.

"No , I shouldn't be here, I need to get out from here." she was panicking terribly, her brain currently frying out and giving up on her.

Oblivious to the movements in the room, It took her time to realize that she wasn't alone in the room alone. Lily eyes squinted as she...

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhh.. oh my god!!!.." she screamed out her lungs, knocking off the bed side lamp. Leaving the room less illuminated.

"Why did you kill him?!" A huge looking man sat on the armrest asked in a strong but low gruff. Fuck!

Five figures form from the dark inside. Eyes cold as ice; dead silence-the thousand-mile stare of predators waiting for their target to twitch.

"Who.. who are you people! Please I know how it looks and I know what you all are thinking but I promise I didn't have anything to do with this." she said and gestured her hands in a circular movement to further pass across her message.

As if the light bulb on the ceiling was a paid actor, it began to shake.

A tall man stepped forward and his hair sends shimmering lustrous under the dancing light. His face is unyielding, his tone spilling over with malevolence.

"I will ask you this same question.. Why did you kill Damian Kalashnikov?"

She recognized this man!

"I-I didn't!" Lily stammers back against the headboard, as if in retreat. "I don't even know him." she added in a rush, with fear laced in her voice.

"Liar!" The man screamed out

She tries shaking off the blood on her hands onto her dress but manages to smear it.

"I swear, I didn't-"

They were accusing her of killing a Kalashnikov?

A Russian mogul?

Shit!

"Do you or do you not know him?" He asked his voice so icy it could freeze up the entire city. The way his eyes dilated under the dim light, he was one of the men from the warehouse.

" I dont-" she was harshly interrupted The man's face turned sour.

"Don't lie to me."

Tears prick the corners of her eyes as the others close in. Their accusing stares smother her. She had looked frantically around, her mind racing for a coherent explanation. "Ok!, I.. please.. I know him , but I also don't know him well uhhh.. We only met yesterday at the bar, I don't...., I don't know what happened. I didn't kill him, I swear!"

"Save it, Now, where the fuck is the video you recorded!" one other monster with thick beards growls.

Who are these men!!!?

Video? No no!

"No, it is not what it seems! I uhh.. please there's no video." Lily cried, yelling uncontrollably as she kept shaking her heard. Please "I didn't do this!"