This chapter contains mature content
NATALIA ELYSE DELAVIN
"Dasan, you'll be attending the Black Ball along with your whole team. I want you to capture Philip Reid and bring him to me, understood?" I stated as Dasan stood in front of him.
"Yes, boss," he answered, slightly bowing his head.
"And if anyone asks for my whereabouts, you are not allowed to say, did I make myself clear?"
"Yes, boss."
After giving my final orders, I went back to my house and head straight to the gym to drain the rest of my energy out or else I would end up killing a lot of people if I don't control myself.
Punch after punch after punch. I don't know how many punched I threw or even how long I stood there but up until now, even if my sweat was dripping all over my body, I just can't seem to get tired.
The anger inside me seems to kick in more every time I let out a punch. It's not making me tired. It's making me bloodthirsty.
Seeing them stand there, doing nothing.
Just the thought of dad, just standing there makes me remember that time I saw him... no. That was not real Natalia.
You were drugged.
But even so... it's like that drug became real... but it was in another circumstance.
I shook my head trying to remove the thoughts.
Six months. I spent six months with them, slowly letting myself warm up in their comfort.
I want to get mad, I want to hurt them so bad.
But why is it that... I can't?
My mind is telling me to leave them while my gut is telling me to understand them. Like there's more to it that I don't know.
Should I really trust my instincts?
What if... what if this instinct will just be the reason for them to hurt me more?
Fuck this!
I exited the gym and went straight to my closet changing my clothes into a black top, leather shorts, and a pair of black boots strapped with a pair of daggers on my waist.
Taking my laptop, I looked at Dasan's message seeing how a gang attempted to attack one of our warehouses.
"They just really chose the best time, do they?" I smirked before closing my laptop and exiting my house with my motorbike.
As I arrived at the first location, I took the daggers from my pockets and played them with my hands.
I scanned the place, puckering my lips while looking at the dusty walls filled with spider webs. Gross. They used this place as a base yet they can't even keep some areas clean.
I whistled while taking my steps further inside seeing guns scattered around the place making me scoff.
How they should never ever do that kind of thing to those beauties.
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