ANGEL
He infuriated me ever since our first encounter.
I admired his looks and patience he had while holding me hostage. But as the months followed up, our hate towards one another bloomed.
So much, that the ashes inside of me bloomed as well.
LUK...
"in a fight they're lethal, around each other they melt."
TW: violent scene
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Man, I'm thirsty for some blood.
Supposedly, there was a new letter, and Lukas men got the guy trying to escape by the gates. He's now on the basement, in a cell where Lukas tortures his prisoners.
Lukas and I got dressed in less than three minutes, and are heading down to the underground floor through the elevator.
My knife twirls in my fingers, and once the elevators metallic doors open, Lukas goes ahead of me.
Richard opens the door to the dark room, the guy with blood dripping down his leg, his hands tied behind his back, and a table full of tools at the corner.
Sweat runs down the guy's face, he's blonde and muscular, his eyes a light green.
Dario.
"What a pleasure to see you again."I voice my amusement once I enter the dark, humid room and smirk when his eyes widen.
"So it's true... y-you're alive." He sutters, a deep foreign accent lacing with his english.
"Not even hell could handle me." I shrug.
Lukas snorts. "Bet." Looking over my shoulder, I roll my eyes at him.
Dario looks between us two. "Dimitri isn't happy that you're with another guy."
I laugh coldly.
He dares to say stupid shit like that, moments away from being tortured?
"Dario...always the naive one." I tsk, shaking my head, while brushing my finger through my knife blade. Lukas is watching us at the corner, arms crossed over his chest.
"Shall I start?" I look over at him, who extends his hand in incentive.
Dario grunts as I stab the knife on his thigh, my eyes fierce on his. "Where's Dimitri?" I demand.
"I won't tell." He grunts, sweat in his eyebrows.
"Unlike in previous years, my patience is not the best. I recommend talking." I growl, twisting the knife, blood falling to the concrete ground.
Dario eyes drift to Lukas, I grip his jaw, hard enough to leave my fingertips marked in his pale skin. "Don't look at him, he won't save you."
"You know..." Dario starts, breathing heavily as I slowly, and torturously, twist the knife. "it was smart of you to pair up with the so powerful, Lukas Moretti. But I can assure you, you'll have such a surprise." He dares to laugh.
My fist collides with his mouth, two of his teeth falling to the ground, blood covering his lips. He groans in pain, tugging at the ropes around his wrists.
