Emerson Pierce didn't want love, she wanted to be loved. And nobody understood how entirely different that was like Dante DeVanna. From found family and vulnerability to heartbreak and death, join Emerson and Dante on their journey to revenge and pe...
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He was hardly recognizable. Bruises of differing colours decorated his face and collarbone. Shoes long forgotten and toes scattered on the ground. Spikes pointed out from underneath his fingernails, and teeth collected in his lap- congealed with the sticky blood oozing from his mouth.
But me? I stood next to Luca, both of our fists clenched in anger and our faces splattered gloriously with his blood.
"Please..." He croaked out painfully, "I- I'm begging you... stop." Luca chuckled evilly at his pleads, and though I also found it amusing I chose to step forward and lean into his face.
"Are you?" I began, his breath fanning over my face from how heavy it was. "Are you begging?" I asked again, sliding my eyes over each cut, bruise and break Luca and I had doled out. "Because if you were begging..." I reached my hand to the spikes coming out of his left hand, "you'd be on your knees."
Not a second after I finished what I said, I twisted the spikes. A scream so sharp I had to angle my ears away protruded from his lips.
"This would be so much easier if you'd answer my questions, Dylan." Dante spoke from behind us. His deep voice reverberated through the room, but my entire focus was on the stubborn as fuck man infront of me.
Dylan's eyes flickered to each of us, before landing downwards. I had to hand it to him, man knew how to keep a secret...
Good thing I loved gossip.
"Elle does he have any family?" I asked, not ripping my gaze from him.
"No, guys a loner. Not even a dog..." Eloise responded from near the bar, the sound of liquid pouring could be heard straight after and 2 glasses clinked- my guess her and Noah.
"Not even a dog, Dylan. Don't you get bored?" I stepped forward, tilting my head in a soft manner. "No family, no friends... no pets. But who needs attachments when you work for a sick son of a bitch who happens to have one hell of a British accent." I teased. He wriggled in his bounds, despite every numerous restriction that barriered him from escaping or moving without a surge of pain... he wriggled.
Little boy didn't like me disrespecting his leader, huh? I can work with that.
"I don't know why I'm giving Joseph so much credit, I mean... the guy must have set the plane crash but failed in killing even one of us. He murdered my mother, pussy move if you ask me since there was basically no point to it. Not to mention he fucking ran when things were getting interesting." I laughed, leaning my head back as I did. "What a..." I trailed off, trying to find the right word.
Leaning forward, sliding my hands down my thighs while leaning into his face. "What. A. Coward." I finally said, admiring his face turn a glorious shade of red.
Anger seemed to fuel him now, all the energy Luca and I worked to drain amounted to the rage on his features. Blushed cheeks, dark eyes and a clenched jaw aimed to warn me of my words, yet I couldn't find it in myself to stop.
