Into oblivion

You get me so high

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"Bane, please?" Donte asks, quieter now—yet still blatantly annoyed by the guns that are still on us. The men hold them with complete accuracy, no shakes or movement from their breaths, still and focused.

His head turns to the side, scanning me over with those eyes of his before nodding away the toy soldiers. They instantly drop their guns. Leaving the room right after.

"Mia" Donte says softly examining every inch of my face.

"I'm okay, I swear" I shake my head smiling, his hands trail over my face anyways and I watch as the water tips from his eyes, trailing past his flushed cheeks "I never wanted this to happen"

"I know and it's not your fault" I glance over to find Banes foot comfortably prompted on my chair. Now, no part of me actually wanted to sit down, not in the least, except for now. Just to piss him off. With the change of my feet I swiftly kick the wooden leg and it scratches with speed. Eyes, I feel them, slowly rising with a cockiness to them as they land on my own. He smirks. But I pay no mind as I pull the chair closer to me, taking a seat unbothered in the least. He on the other hand carries on cleaning the same knife that was just at my throat moments ago, I scan over the line of blood that's sat on top of the silver rim being wiped away in a blink of an eye.

"I'm confused, why were you just tied up?" I look away focusing back to Donte.

"I was going to come for you.... but someone didn't agree with my decision and had his men tie me down instead" he shoots daggers at Bane who doesn't seem to be fazed in the slightest.

I hate this guy already.

Hate.

"Mia, what happened?" he pulls in his own chair sitting down in front of me.

"I could ask you the same thing, everthing just went blurry after the first guy went down..." he nods following my every word "then the next thing I know I'm waking up, drenched, completely in water and two guys asking for the password to the USB"

His body seems to stiffens as I tell him this "well you don't have to worry it's not like I knew it"

"Right... no, of course not" Donte taps my leg giving me a warm smile.

"That means they know nothing" it finally speaks. His voice dripping with heavy authority, pissing me off even more "or do they?"

I'm guessing that question was for me as I feel both their eyes land on me "what part of this looks like I said anything?" his eyes roam around me with no shame making me want to punch him right there.

"Stop it! The both of you. Be at each-others all you like later on, but now, right here, not another sound. Now Mia, give me your hand" Donte interrupts, I give it to him and watch as he examines it, his brows furrow every now and then telling me its not good. "Stay here I'll get something to fix it." I was about to sigh before Donte spun back mid way out. "Not a word!"

No promises there, he leaves the room and not even a second gone and this dickhead is already giving me an exam.

"Did you tell them anything that could fuck up this situation more than it already is"

"Oh you mean more than you fucking up and starting this whole mess to begin with?....you mean like that or....."

His eyes turn dark and I'm just waiting for him to make a single move, we're both thinking it, I know it. Who can get up the fastest, get the most hits, how many things in this room could be used as weapons.

But instead he relaxes.

"Do you have it?" He finally breaks the tension.

I hold back at first because quite frankly I don't trust him one bit and Donte doesn't seem to like him either, but at the same time this isn't my place to be barking orders "yes"

He stands up.

Tucking his knife into his waist band before his hands grab hold of the two arm wrest at my chair with such power I think that they'll snap at any second. His face is inches away from mine and he definitely knows how to intimidate people—women the most I bet, but as I said, I've had it up to the sky with men.

"Don't even think about it" his voice smooth, amused almost "I can see those pretty eyes roaming which way to run" he smiles, but I'm just thinking of ways to kill him "give it"

"And if I don't?" I know I shouldn't be pushing but I can't help myself.

His expression doesn't change "your worthless self will end up next to that other body you left behind"

"Well aren't you just the sweetest?" I scoff "but I'll save you the trouble of embarrassing yourself and tell you that if you lay one more finger on me, I won't care about the fact you're related to Donte. I will kill you"

He nods, licking his lips, and I swear my eyes have a mind of their own because they glance down. I mentally kill myself right there on the spot. He drops into a seat in front of me, his legs spreading as his hips buck upwards. "What am I gonna do with you hmm?" His hand comes up, brushing a thumb past the cut on his lip that I find myself smiling about with zero shame. Suddenly, his eyes find mine in the moment.

"Suits you" I utter.

A beat of silence follows with more amusement itching past his tough shell.

"Careful. You almost look like you mean that" his chest rises steady.

The tension only rises higher and I find myself trying to figure out why exactly that is. Why there's tension in a place where hatred should rather be. But as seconds tick by, and his eyes only linger further, chests rising and falling too closely together in speeds— I find myself coming to a realisation I'd rather die than admit to. I need to say something, anything, it doesn't matter at this point. Just speak. "I don't trust you"

"Feelings more than mutual." He responds faster than I'd like.

"But I trust Donte. So if giving you this damn thing means getting rid of you for good, then it's happily yours" I dive into my pocket pulling out the USB stick but his eyes never seem to leave mine, not even when the little drive is right in front of him. He doesn't move. Not even for a second. He looks stuck in thought one minute and then the next thing I know he sits up, taking it from my hand only to pull me in by my wrist. "Count to three Amore"

I don't have time to process his words as his touch takes full control over my thoughts, well, that was until all I felt was pain flow over me. I hear the crack of my bones set back into place and as I was about to scream he pulls me in closer covering my mouth with his free hand. His cold rings feel as though they might melt against the heat of my skin. My head begins to sway to one side, no matter how hard I try to keep it steady it's no use. I can't feel my body and it's then that he tightens his hold on me, pulling me closer so that I stop my little panic meltdown. I am not about to pass out on him— hell no.....this is ridiculous.

"Shhh it's done, it's done" his voice is calm and steady, dickhead.

I relax into the pain and slowly, very slowly, he lets go of my mouth moving the hair away from my face letting me get the air I desperately seem to be needing. His hand gently wraps around my chin pulling my head upwards so that I'm looking at him "sleep" I know it's an order and I also know i should be arguing with him and trust me I want to it's just that my body seems to listen, pulling my mind along with it.

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