"I don't do shit halfway, sweetheart. You step in my flames, you'll burn to ashes!"
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The Kings of the underworld are in a bit of a predicament; their rule over the city is challenged as an old enemy...
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We weren't allies, but not being enemies was close enough for me. ~Lisa's Kessler ___________________
Marcella rushed upstairs without looking back.
The second the elevator doors closed she leaned her head back against the mirror and slid down to the floor.
Unable to help her own reaction, she broke down into uncontrollable sobs, the images kept sliding into her mind like a well sharpened knife cutting through chocolate cake. Hugging her legs to her chest, she buried her face in the her knees and just let. She let herself feel the clench in her neck growing, she let it drown her in her own tears.
Her hands were shaking, her legs shook with them. She could feel her tears sliding down, passing thought the heavy blue jeans she wore, she felt the wet against her arms and thought her jeans. Breathing was becoming difficult, hearing anything else than the sobs she tried to choke and the constant buzzing of her head was becoming impossible.
She didn't hear the elevator doors open, she didn't hear someone coming in and embracing her. She reacted instinctively wrapping her arms around him and burying her head against his shoulder as he stroke the back of her messy head tenderly.
"Just go, I'll take care of my sister," he barked to someone and she recognized it was Daniel's voice.
She didn't know how long they stayed like that, to whom he had growled so rudely or when the feverish tears started drying out.
At some point he picked her up and carried her in their apartment. As he carried her exhausted body she could make out a few faces. She thought she saw J-Hope and Jackson between them, but couldn't be certain.
Daniel placed her on the chair near the kitchen counter looking down at her miserable form with tender eyes.
"Do you want some water?" He asked placing the back of his palm against her forehead to check if she had fever. "You're burning up."
"I'm fine," she disregarded his concern with a wave of her hand. "All I really need is a cigarette and a glass of really strong vodka."
Daniel considered it for a moment then he walked towards the fridge, taking out a small bottle of red wine.
"It's not vodka but, I think it'll do," he shrugged.
Marcella narrowed her brows.
"Where did you get that?" Her voice was weak but her tone was demanding.
"Relax, I didn't drink it or even want to," he reassured her. "My boss promoted me tonight and I thought it was as good time as ever to get a gift for my little sister."
