Jealous Girl - Lana Del Ray

She was the most dangerous woman out there, at least that’s what she was known for. Always driving around in SUVs while making calls, and if anyone told her she couldn’t get what she wanted, it didn’t matter, she had enough guns to make it hers.

a half year ago, you met her in a bar, and things went pretty well. You knew exactly what she liked, that innocent glint in your eyes that drove her completely insane. At least it did, until she started to get bored of you. After all, you were like every of her girls. So, she told you some nonsense about needing her own life and focusing on work, blah blah blah, but you didn’t care. And with that, you dropped the little act entirely.

Now, you were sitting at her long, mahogany dining table in complete darkness, gripping your gun firmly under the table.

When you heard the door downstairs open, a smirk of excitement appeared on your face. It only took a few minutes for her to walk in and turn on the lights. At first, she didn’t notice you, but when she did, her eyes widened in surprise.

“How did you get in?” she managed to get out. She had a good security system, and the fact that you bypassed it made a sadistic little smile creep on your face.

“I have my ways, sweetheart,” you said in a sultry tone, using her own words. She looked a bit taken aback, just staring at you. “Where’s-” she began, but you cut her off. “She’s gone.” Her jaw dropped slightly, speechless.

“Come on, don’t even try to tell me you cared about her,” you said with a little huff. At that, she couldn’t help but chuckle. “Jealous girl, huh?” Your smirk widened at her words, knowing that it was far worse than jealousy.

“If I can’t have your babies, no one else in the world can.” *She chuckled again, as her gaze got that familiar look. “Playing gangster now, sweetheart?” she asked, raising an eyebrow. “You don’t wanna mess with me, believe me,” she added, her tone turning more serious.