𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐎𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬
DARK ROMANCE
"Fuck. You."
I watched as the brown in his eyes darkened and he clenched his jaw. He stared at me for what felt like minutes and before I knew it, he had my back pressed against the wa...
*This flashback is just continuing the one in chapter 11 just so you aren't confused *
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"она могла работать" one of the Russian men spoke. The office was dark and I could feel Pavel's breath fanning over my neck from behind me. Translation: she could work.
"Сколько?" the Russian asked. Translation: how much?
Fuck. I need to get out of here. Leave. I need to leave for good.
I could do it.
I keep repeating that in my head. Trying to convince myself I could take down every man in this room.
Aldrik was selling me to another mafia. It all made sense now. Why was he holding those parties? Why I was going to marry Elliot. I thought he'd never want to get rid of me, but I guessed wrong.
One of the men walked closer to me and I stared Aldrik in his eyes, in his black cruel eyes waiting for the Russian to get closer to me so I could make a move.
"She's pretty" the Russian mumbled in English, his accent thick. He was almost a foot away from me now.
I could do this.
I took one step forward, kicked my leg up and hit him in his jaw. He let out a grunt stumbling back a few steps. Before Pavel could do anything I turned around, grabbed his face and slammed it against the door taking the chance to grab his gun. I held his face against the door as I turned to the side and shot the Russian in his chest making him fall to the ground with a loud thump.
"какого хрена" the other Russian man cursed, pulling his gun from the back of his pants. He shot at me right away, but I ducked down shooting him in his leg, making his gun fall from his hands and fly across the room all while I slammed Pavel's head against the door one more time knocking him unconscious.
I tried shooting at the Russian again, but the gun was empty. Fuck. I threw it on the ground just as he was charging for his own gun across the room, grabbing his leg in pain. I also ran for the gun trying to beat him to it. I was an inch away from grabbing it when he suddenly came from behind me, pulling the back of my hair.
I turned around immediately, getting a blow to the stomach before the pain could subside. He punched me in my face, making my head fly back and blood run down my nose. I took a second to wipe the blood, gaining my balance back before I punched him in his jaw kicking my leg up to hit him in his ribs. I took the distraction to grab the gun off the floor and shot him in his chest. He fell to the ground, blood pouring from his shirt making a big pile on the ground.
