𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐀𝐫𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐃𝐞𝐜𝐞𝐩𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 ✔️

♡ Chapter 2 ♡

My fist immediately attempts to hit his face.

He moves out of the way, making me step forward. I quickly turn back around to look at him and he puts his arms in the air slightly, "Relax there, sweetheart. Can't even ask how I've been, or how my mother is doing first?"

"No," my reply is instant before trying to punch him again.

He dodges once again, making my nerves exceed their limit. I go to grab the knife from under my dress, put he grabs my wrist, flips me around and pushes me against the wall. The side of my face presses against the wall and he holds my hands behind my back, keeping me pressed against the wall with his build. 

"How the hell are you still alive?" I ask while trying to get out of his steel grip. But I can't.

He leans forward, whispering in my ear, "You're not as good of an assassin as you think."

"Bullshit. I have more kills than you," I throw my head back, hitting his chin and making him release me and take a step back.

He rubs his chin and gives me an annoyed look for a moment. He drops his hand, "You've got quite the attitude, sweetheart."

I start to reach under my dress for my knife, but Nic reaches his hand under and rips it off my thigh before I have the chance. I gasp as his hands touch my thigh, but then annoyance settles onto my face seeing him with my knife. 

"I expected better. Two failed attempts at killing me now," he raised his eyebrows at me and tossed the knife up and down in the air. 

The bathroom door opens from beside us, making us both turn our heads. Jai walks out casually, whistling while holding his drink. He stops when he sees us, his eyebrows lowering, "Everything okay here?"

"Perfect," Nic replies dryly. "Why don't you keep on-"

I snatch the knife out of Nic's hands and throw it at Jai. It lands in his forehead, makes his eyes roll to the back of his head, and his lifeless body falls backward.

I end the conversation with Nic here. I walk over to the body, take a photo on my phone, and keep walking as if it were a normal day.

I pass through the crowd of tipsy people as I head to the exit. The sound of elegant music gets quieter and quieter until I'm fully outside, and the only thing I can hear is crickets. 

"Never thought you'd be the type of person to run away," I roll my eyes hearing Nic talk while following me. 

I begin opening my car door, when Nic quickly shuts it. I roll my eyes and turn to look at him. 

"Listen," he says sternly. "I'm not exactly your biggest fan, running a goddamn fan club for you. But after three long months, there's something I need to talk to you about."

"So talk." 

He glances around the parking lot before shaking his head, "Not here."

"I'm not going anywhere with you, Laurant."

His face was serious as he stared down at me. He leaned forward, getting close to me. Almost too close. I felt my heart pick up in my chest, as his stone-cold face stared down at me.

"Yes you are, Dobrev," he spoke firmly. I kept my facial expression exactly the same, but my saliva felt stuck in my throat as he suddenly tucked a piece of hair behind my ear.

He leaned to my ear and whispered, sending chills down my body, "You're afraid of me. It's okay to admit."

My lips form a thin line. He pulls his lips away from my ear, and to prove him wrong I reply, "Fine. I'll meet you at your fucking boy scouts or whatever the hell."