Ruthless Souls (Ruthless Series # 1) |✔|

Chapter - 3 Marks

Serena POV

I walked around waiting for Nixon to show up. After fighting a few matches, my anger was under control. I traced my finger along with the paintings as I let my eyes wander around the beautiful mansion. 

Maxim's words that night ran in my head. After shooting Viktor, that night Maxim spoke to me, not as the Don but as my uncle.

"You have to do this, Serena." He stated softly.

"I won't." I snapped as I glared at my Uncle.

"Don't you want revenge on the person who killed your family?" My heart dropped at his words. I looked up at him. My eyes burning. My family?

"What does it have to do with marrying?" I asked, My voice came hollow as pain sheered through my heart. My tears begged to be freed as broken memories of that day rushed to my head.

"He is the reason why your family is dead cold buried down in the ground." His words were like knives directed at my heart. Did he destroy my family? My palm fisted as anger rushed into my veins like venom.

The anger I had stored all inside, searching for the person who turned my life upside down was finally in my reach. The blood and the gunshot were still livid in my head.

"Revenge, Serena. You will marry his brother. You kill Nixon and his family. Like he did to ours. Destroy him to the ground." He whispered those words, maddening me to an extreme. My eyes shot up to his. The fire burning in me fueled. The reason why I wanted to live. To FUCKING kill their murderer.

"You kill him just like he killed them." I bit my lip as I felt my throat clog up with emotions I was trying to bury. The wound still felt fresh. The lifeless eyes of my mom and dad stared at me. The cruel way my sister was killed. Raped.

"Okay."

A sharp pain pulled me back from my memories of yesterday. A splint from the wooden frame pricked my finger. I pulled it off, and a drop of blood replaced the wooden piece.

"Such a pleasure." A deep voice had my head snapping around to meet striking blue eyes. I swallowed a gasp threatening to surface. So blue. Not pale but electrifying blue. Staring right into mine.

His eyes held an emotion that I failed to pinpoint. It was just for a second before curiosity and complete dominance filled his eyes a second later. A mask pulled up.

"You are?" I asked as I took him in. He was perfect. A few upper buttons of his white shirt opened as his hard chest peeped out. His arms muscled, his midnight hair looked ravishing. Is he a model?

Better than the model and celebrities.

"Nixon Casanova." I stiffened, as soon I heard him. I almost stabbed myself for admiring my enemy. Fuck, Serena. You are in enemy territory admiring the devil himself. He offered his hand.

"Serena Alfero." I said, ignoring his hand. He dropped it slowly, not before smirking.

"So, where is my fiancé?" I asked. Looking around for his brother, whom I am supposed to be married to but had no interest in meeting him. I came for one sole reason, to see the man who destroyed my life and I saw him.

A million ways played in my head to kill him. Rage was burning me from the inside, like a forest fire.

"Right in front of you." My eyes snapped back to his, hearing those words. My eyes narrowed. Bullshit.

"You?" I asked. No, he is just playing around.

"Me." He stated as if it was the easiest answer. For me, it is not!