I was desperate for an escape.
Too desperate and if that meant falling
into the pit of darkness, so be it.
I found him under the dark night
and saw my chance to escape the
golden luxurious cage. A jail is a jail,
whether its made by metal or d...
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My head was a mess. My body was tense, akin to a stiff branch. At first I only had to deal with Alvaro who decided it was a good idea to steal from my warehouses, all the imported weaponry from Russia long gone when I arrived at the scene. Then some little girl thought that persuading me to take her in would be a good idea as if we're fucking baking cupcakes here.
She seemed childish, dense but brave enough to hold a gun up at me and even pull the trigger. It was evident that she had no idea who I fucking was. Her being the fiirst woman ever to hold me at gunpoint and somewhere, I found her extremely intriguing. Her actions were reckless and she had no sort of fear in her brown globes.
I'd be lying if I said her bold actions hadn't turned me on. Feeling sick that a woman as beautiful as her held me at gun point.
I couldn't forget her stoic face.
There was this innocence. It dripped from her. I couldn't forget the quivering of her lips and the flitting of her orbs. A woman used to holding someone at gunpoint wouldn't be as nervous as her.
She was indeed beautiful but all she did was cause problems for people in the manor and it was getting on my nerves. My house had no place for mistakes, specially when you're on edge like that ravenette yet she continued to do whatever her little heart desired.
I could tell she was terrified — way too terrified when I raised my voice at her. Such reaction although was normal to me, it still struck me. She hated it. I was frustrated with other things and ended up taking it out on the girl. Not that I was feeling bad or wished to take my actions back but somewhere it all seemed unfair to her.
Bloodshot red eyes, full of unresolved rage and pain continued staring right back at me even though she was long gone. The moment had passed but her fucking gaze, it incinerated me. I could put that anger of hers to good use, maybe train her as an assassin? It was an advantage to both of us.
Bartoni's spaghetti was not even such a big deal, a sigh slipping through my lips when I had realized that she was hungry. I kept telling myself I didn't care, I didn't care but deep down, there was this emptiness situated at the pit of my stomach preventing me from taking interest in anything other than her.
Fucking hell. This stupid girl.
She looked beautiful with tears in her eyes. It enhanced her features even more and this sadistic depraved side of me wanted to make her cry even more. To the point that she's on her knees, palms clasped together crying for me begging for mercy.
"Der'mo." I muttered through gritted teeth, my tattooed fingers gripping around the glass filled with bourbon, almost crushing it.
