falling for alona

33 ... it's a ... ?

this would've been cooler if this
was chapter 22 since it's 2/22/22

falling
for alona
33

levi

"Don't try anything," Ben shoved me forward as we neared the door Alona was in. I clenched my jaw.

"That's rich coming from you," I shove him back with my shoulder, not being able to do anything more as my hands were cuffed. But I did get the satisfaction of hearing him groan in pain from nearly knocking him out. I couldn't help the sly smirk that appeared.

Two giant guards were guarding the outside of the room and that irked my soul. My father was stupidly smart. He knew no matter what he said, I would try anything and everything to save her. So he hired guys bigger than me just so I'd have low chances of winning the fight.

"Brother meet slaughter and destruction. They're going to be watching you, make sure you don't try anything."

"Seriously? He's covered in blood and he has cuts all over him. The names are a little on the nose guys."

The one covered in cuts, who I knew had to destruction, growled like an animal. The lion and tiger tattoo on the left side of his neck gave away his... everything.

"Let me guess, you're destruction because you're the strongest on the team. And you're slaughter because you've killed more than you can count. You're skilled."

They just stared straight ahead.

"I'm right aren't I?"

"Just move," Ben gripped the handcuffs and shoved me to walk. "Slaughter I need you on watch," He nodded, signaling for him to follow. Spinning around, I narrowed my eyes and sneer. "No," I stopped them with my eyes.

"I'm going in alone. She doesn't need some big scary guy covered in blood and tattoos to make her more scared and unsafe than she already is."

"She's more afraid of you you know? She just found out she fell in love with a murderer and that everything was a lie. That's by far the scariest thing to ever happen to her, not to mention get pregnant by a murderer." My fist clenched behind my back.

If only I could break from these cuffs.

I'd put him in a coma.

"He's going in and don't test our father... he could kill her dead with the snap of a finger. No movie pun intended," he chuckled like the maniac he was, grinning as if we were having a casual laugh together. We hadn't shared a laugh since we were kids. "So It's better you listen if you know what's good for her, for them."

That smirk. That fucking smirk I always wanted to cut off with a sharp knife with my bare hands. Now I sound crazy, fuck. It's being back here. It's bringing out that old side of me that I've wanted to keep buried for so long.

"I've been beating your ass since we were kids, don't act so tough because I'm restrained. I still have legs and feet you know." I glared. He gulped but tried masking it.

Leaning in, I whispered. "The neck locks were always the worst for you, right? It brings back trauma doesn't it?" I chuckled when he looked away, ignoring my comment, and forced himself to stand in front of me.