The Serum and The Bask Book 2 || b. barnes [ ON HOLD ]

Chapter 12 - A Knife's Words

I made my way down to the cell, where Bucky was but before my hand could push on the handle to his cell, Jonathan's reached out blocking me. I was taken aback as I looked up at him. His eyebrows furrowed into a warning look as he shook his head.

"Heiress, I don't think-"

"I don't pay you to think," I spat, narrowing my eyes at him as my hand balled into a fist.

"I pay you to protect me, Annali and to be my eyes and ears. I don't pay you to think. Now get your hand off that handle or I swear I'll rip it off your arm myself," I threatened, the rage in me growing as I spoke to one of my most trusted men.

He paused, now just as taken aback as I was. Jonathan blinked a few times before looking behind me at Annali as he pulled his hand from the door. An apologetic look on his face as his eyes moved between Annali and me.

"Wait here," I commanded.

Jonathan gave me a curt nod before standing up straight as I walked into the cell, pushing the door open.

Bucky sat on the end of his cot at the back of the cell. His head hung low, examining his boots before looking up upon my entering. His face emotionless before he set eyes on me, a glint of something flashing in his eyes as he stood up.

"Doll, did you miss me?" He teased as he stood up, his posture relaxed as he eyed me up and down. I balled my hands into fists at my sides. My chest heaving up and down as I breathed with rage.

"You...you did it," I seethed, my nails digging into my palms as Bucky dared to take a step closer. His eyebrows furrowed in confusion.

"What?"

I let out a frustrated scream as I ran at him landing a kick to his chest that sent him flying back into his cot.

"Lina!" He yelled from the cot he fell through. A look of concern on his face as I walked over grabbing him by the collar and lifting him up so his knees were still on the ground but his face was below mine. I didn't say anything just stared down at him burning my anger into his eyes with my mind.

"You have to be the reason my men were killed. Only you could be so cruel to people important to me," Tears brimming my eyes as I spoke. Bucky grasped me by the wrists pulling my grip from the his collar and twisting my arms away from him as he stood.

"Me?" He questioned standing up, his eyes now boring into mine, his grip tight on my wrists.

"Yes you!" I yelled. We stood there for a second, my wrists twisted and pinned by his own large hands as I stared deep into his eyes.

Less than a second after the words left my mouth, Bucky had moved us against the nearest wall. My back flush against the concrete. He pressed his body against me while he lifted my hands above my head, holding my wrists with one hand. His metal hand clutching a knife. It's blade barely pressed to the end of his my chin, forcing me to look up at him.

"Lina," he breathed my name, the softness of his voice fanning my cheeks before he paused to look down at me. He stood there trying to read me as he pushed me back against the wall pinning me with his body and the blade still under my chin.

"I'd let you press a gun to my chest before I ever let myself hurt you," his voice was serious as he looked between my eyes.

My stomach knotted at his words. My heart yearning for the people we were years ago. I blinked the thought away and swallowed keeping my chin lifted. I peered down at the knife in his hand, still pressing my chin up.

"A knife? Are you flirting with me?" I teased, changing the subject as I craned my head away from the sharp blade. I remember specifically asking my men to not have weapons on them when they sparred with Bucky but of course no one listened.