The enemy

< Chapter 27 >

River's pov:

I woke up to the sound of two men talking with one another. They both have thick Russian accents.

"I told you not to hurt her! I told you and gave you specific clear instructions to put the injection in her, not fucking attack her, you dumb fuck." The man shouted at who I assumed was Steven.

"Oh, give me a fucking break. What would you have done, huh? She's a fucking psycho and she probably would've killed me before I even had the chance to inject her. So yes, I did fucking attack her. And what? We have her and that's all that fucking matters right now." Steven yelled back, probably forgetting I was in the same room as them.

I jolted up from my sleeping position as both men stood by the door, staring at me.

I was laid in a single thin blanket with a cold, also thin pillow. I was placed in the corner of a very dark and cold room.

The only light was coming from the window that was sealed shut, so there was no way of opening it at all.

"Ah! You're awake!" The bald man stood next to Steven as he yelled in excitement.

Ew, what the fuck.

He stepped towards me, allowing me to vaguely see his features.

He was a lanky fuck with very long legs, he was also skinny but not as skinny as Steven. He also appeared to be old, not too old though.

He had a very pointy nose and a wicked smile that sent shivers running down my spine.

I was slowly pushing myself backwards until I soon came to the realisation that I was already pushed up against the cold, hard brick wall.

The lanky, old, bald man kept taking steps closer to me, until he squatted down to my level and began rubbing his wrinkly fingers against my smooth cheek.

"My god," the man breathed out quietly, "you really are a masterpiece," his creepy eyes roamed my body as I then aggressively pushed him away from me.

"Get the fuck away from me, you old bastard!" I seethed through gritted teeth.

By his reaction, I'm guessing he didn't appreciate my rudeness but that's tough. I'm not going to hide away like a little bitch. I'm the daughter of the Irish Mob boss.

He paced towards me and this time, instead of being gentle, he gripped my chin harshly, forcing me to meet his gaze.

As I looked up into his eyes, there was nothing but a pool of black circling within them.

"Don't you talk to me like that, you whore!" The old man spat in my face.

Before he could manage to say or do anything else, I sent my head flying towards his, head-butting him and making him fall backwards.

Steven then took a step forward to offer a helping hand but came to a halt when the old bastard raised his hand for him to stop.

"I've got it, boy." He groaned, wiping the blood that now leaked from his nose before lifting his gaze to glare straight through me.