The enemy

< Chapter 29 >

River's pov:

My eyes instantly welled up with tears as the realisation hit me.

My father is dead. The only man I've ever trusted with my life, is dead. Gone. Forever.

As I tried my hardest not to break down in tears on the floor, the men began to laugh hysterically, as if this was the funniest thing ever.

Glaring up at them, the tears burned my eyes as they threatened to fall but I refused to let them.

"Awhh, what is the matter? Daddy's little princess, are you?" The old man laughed mockingly as the two other men followed along with him.

I'm going to kill them.

I need to get out of here now.

"Nico. Leave us." The old man's tone returned to seriousness once again as he never once took his pervert like eyes off me.

The young man left almost right away as Steven shut the door behind him.

He didn't lock it. I need to keep that in mind.

The tears were desperate to leave my eyes but they didn't need to see the amount of pain and hurt they've just caused me by just showing one picture.

I need to be strong.

I can suffer later but for now, I need to get out of here one way or the other.

"Now, little one," the man began as he slowly approached me, "you are going to work for me, otherwise, I will be forced to kill you. You will end up just like your father. Dead. Do you want that?" The man spat out in harsh words as I glared up at him through teary eyes.

"Not a chance in fucking hell will I ever work for you." I gritted out, trying my very best to not let my voice break.

Without another second going by, I sent my foot straight into his private area, with force.

This is my way out. I need to do it fast.

He groaned out in pain as he fell backwards to the floor.

Steven took no more time and ran at me, sending me straight into the hard, concrete wall with just one kick.

For one skinny bastard, he sure does have some power built up within him.

Knocking all the air out of me at once, I fell to the floor, taking deep breaths as I tried to get my breathing back to normal.

Bastard.

Pulling myself to the ground once again, I stood up and my legs instantly felt as though they were going to give up on me, having not stood up for so long.

Steven was ready and waiting to pounce.

Without another thought, I sent my fist flying into his jaw as his head fell back. Before he could return to face me again, I sent my foot straight to his kneecap as I kicked it with as much force that I could muster up, in my half-working legs.

He fell to the floor and for a second, I thought I had the upper hand but that soon came to a stop once I was swept off my feet and my back hit the floor with a loud thud.