Blood Princess

Chapter 13-Mafia Ball Part Two

I walk as fast as I can down the hall until I reach an exit door. I push it open and the cool air rushes through me.

"Where are you going?" I turn around and sure enough there is Ryland LaRue. Standing there with his dark green eyes and perfectly slicked back brown hair.

All of it disgusts me.

"You followed me." I smile. "You...look familiar."

"And you're drunk." He smiles. "Let me take you back inside."

"I'm not drunk." I pout. "Promise." He rolls his eyes, yet he's still smiling.

Then he walks towards me and gently grabs hold of my arm, pulling me back to the door. And I let him, only until we're close enough to the wall.

Then, I twist his arm back and hit him in his gut with my knee, driving him back to the wall where he hits his head against the brick.

"Like I said...I'm not drunk." I smirk. I put my right hand underneath his throat, holding him in place and use my free hand to grab my knife which I taped to my leg.

"You little liar." He smirks looking down at me.

"Shut up." I snap, bringing the knife to his throat. "I want you to tell me everything."

He chuckles and then leans his head back against the wall. "You're going to have to be a bit more specific than that, princess."

I jam the knife into his neck only piercing through his skin a bit. Enough to let a few drops of blood fall down to his white shirt.

"Don't call me that." I growl. "Why did you follow me out here?" I ask.

"I think you already know the answer to that. You knew I was watching you. You knew I'd follow you out here."

"Just answer the damn question!" I shout. At this he chuckles.

"Might want to be a bit quieter, I'm sure you don't want your brothers to hear." This idiot is impossible. "Who knows, maybe I'm madly obsessed with you." He shrugs.

"The last time we met you said I was special!" I snap. "Why?"

"Ugh. I remember that. You stabbed me in the back." He sighs. "That hurt." There's sarcasm dripping from every word.

"It was supposed to hurt." I snap. "Answer the question."

"Drop the knife first." He smirks. "And then I'll tell you anything you want."

I pause for a moment and quickly realize that's a mistake. He knocks the knife out of my hand and as I watch it fall, he grabs my shoulders turning me around and pinning me to the wall.

Oh hell no.

"How the tables have turned." He smirks.

"Get off of me." I growl. "Sorry, princess. I can't do that." I groan in frustration and all he does is laugh.

"Then answer my questions like you said you would." I snap. "I don't have the knife anymore."

"First of all, I had to knock it out of your insanely tiny hand. Secondly, it sucks to be lied to, doesn't it?"

I hate him. I hate that he outsmarted me. I hate him. I hate him. I hate him.

"Don't be mad." He smiles. "It's nothing personal." Then he tilts his head. "Well it kind of is."

All of a sudden we hear shouting coming from inside that seems to be getting closer.

"Shit." He says, looking down. "Im not going to have time."