Broken Constellation

Chapter 6

A monster is not such a terrible thing to be. But with the way Kairi is looking at me now would make one believe it is.

I look to him then the girl who tries to keep consciousness as her eyes betray her.

My father and I have tried to develop methods to completely remove Giovanni from the face of this earth, to put him through so much pain and suffering that he would regret every fucking bit of pain he caused my family.

And what better way to do that, than to use his own daughter against him, to take him down from the inside.

So I intend to use this advantage in every way possible.

I have sent my men to cover the scene of the crash and remove any evidence or indication that the events occured.

Though her car took severe impact, I'm glad she didn't.

Because now I don't need to take it a little easy on her.

"Why the fuck are we wasting our time on this bitch?" Kairi grimaces, looking towards Ariana.

Her hair falls over her face and down her shoulders as her head leans on the window. Both arms and legs tied together to prevent her from moving.

But I am well aware that given she was completely conscious she would be out of here in mere minutes.

"We are wasting our time on this bitch because we can get what we need from her" I reply to him in Russian, trying to understand why the fuck he is questioning me.

Kairi's mother is Japanese and his dad is Italian. His parents had given him up due to their inability to pay off the money they owed. I have no idea why they dealt with us, what the fuck made them give up their own fucking kid, but each to their own.

His long brown hair frames his face as his brown eyes narrow on me. His oddly straight nose scrunching slightly in annoyance.

It had spent two weeks. Two weeks of tracking and analysing and watching Ariana to know where she would be and when all so I could take her.

And now.

Now I have her.

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We all have demons.

The difference is, I choose to feed mine. Feed them off my mind, my actions and every horrid thing I've committed.

And right now they are urging me, prompting me to do something horrible, something cruel and vicious.

And I have learnt from a young age, that when I feed into those tempts I should discard my mind.

She sits on the chair, her head held high and curly hair sprawled across her face as her honey eyes soar into my soul.

Eyes that I would love to poke out with a stick and place in a clear case.

My silver chain spreads a chilly sensation as it swings back and forth between each step I take towards her.

besides her,

until I'm standing directly behind her.

And then.

That is when I reach for the back of her head and release the fabric restricting her from moving her mouth.

"stronza russa. Ti impiccherò dopo aver intagliato la tua pelle in nastri."

She mumbles in her home language looking down to the ground, A language that I happen to completely understand, so I re apply the piece of fabric.

I smirk , when I see the hint of sorrow glowing in her eyes. As I watch them widen at the sensation of impending doom.