Azalea

Say hi to Satan for me

Azalea pov-

I'm trying my best to drag Rostov's unconscious body up the stairs, i've dropped him a few times.

completely on accident.

totally.

anyways, i turn around and throw his foot over my shoulder, trying a new method. i climb a stair and yank him after me. i repeat that motion a few more times before i'm out of breath. i drop his foot with a thud and lean against the wall.

"need some help with that?" i hear Ares say from the bottom of the stairs.

"maybe a little" i say, huffing a little laugh.

"you know.." he says as he grabs the Russian's foot. "... still not used to you talking"

"yeah," i say as i grab Rostov's head and drop it again, slamming it into the edge of a step.

"you know, it wasn't a complete lie. when i first enrolled at that school, was after............. an accident. something in my brain just didn't let me talk to people i wasn't comfortable with. i've gotten used to you guys now."

"but you spoke after your fight with Chase" he says as he reaches the landing of the second floor.

"yeah, but that was easy because no one knows who i am, it wasn't as scary" i say as i take the foot from Ares and start dragging the Russian up the stairs.

"you don't seem like your scared of anything" he says with a questionative look on his face.

"yeah, you'd be surprised the amount of shit i'm afraid of." i say, grunting as i yank the body up the last couple steps.

"now, you wanna watch. or preserve some of your sanity?" i say as  tie Rostov's wrists to the ceiling.

"i have a feeling i'm not going to want to watch but i'm intrigued." he says, taking a seat in the corner of the room.

"okay, you can leave at any time" i say, as if talking to a little child.

one gruesome torture scene later

"i will never tell you where she is" he growls

"ok, well you've lost too much blood and are starting to bore me. i should find a replacement. perhaps your beloved and only heir" i say, before glancing to Ares currently in the corner looking sick. "what do you think brother?"

"uhh, um" he clears his throat "brilliant idea sister, i'll find him now" he says, pulling his phone from his pocket to look at cameras all over Italy, looking for the Russian heir.

"no. no. you wouldn't" he hisses, yanking at the chains as he lunges towards me. "you wouldn't kill an innocent" he screams

"ahh, but *cough* he isn't exactly innocent, is he?" i ask with a smirk on my face.

"fine fine, she's at the old warehouse off fairley road. please" he sobs "please don't hurt my son"

"he will get what's coming to him, everyone will." i say over my shoulder as i walk out

i walk out of the room, greeted by my family.

"soo, how did it go?" Chase asks, looking kind of petrified. 

my eyes snap to his and he swallows tightly. 

"i have to go" i breathe out roughly, stalking down the hallway.