"I don't do shit halfway, sweetheart. You step in my flames, you'll burn to ashes!"
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The Kings of the underworld are in a bit of a predicament; their rule over the city is challenged as an old enemy...
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Never forget that one person can be the difference between edge and the end. ~ Ranata Suzuki ___________
Yoongi regretted many things in life;
Not killing GD was one of them.
Not being able to save the woman he loved was another.
Keeping distance from Ashley all these years was also regrettable.
Pushing Marcella off the cliff wasn't one of them.
Agust D took a calculated risk.
He wasn't fond of taking risks but he knew pulling this off would be easier than breathing.
When he pushed the girl off the cliff he knew exactly how she would fall. That's why he was so deadly, he knew exactly where to strike to kill.
Strange mixture of emotions were written all over her face as she fell to her death and he ravished every single one of them. He liked surprising people and fed off of their fear. He watched her expression change from surprise to betrayed, he saw despair, worry, sadness.
No regret?
Hmm...
Maybe he was too harsh on her.
Or maybe he's been too kind and she forgot herself, resulting in this outcome.
Yet nowhere in the plethora of emotions displayed in her features did he detect anything that would ensure him he had made the right choice. No regret, no caution, no fear.
Strange, no fear?
He could swore she was terrified a few minutes prior.
Seconds stretched to hours. Making the choice he knew he'd regret has never been easier.
Just as fast as he had pushed the girl to her end, his hands moved quickly forward to grab her wrist. He had to crouch down in order to get her. One second later would have been one second too late.
And there it was; fear, filling her eyes.
Strange, it would seem hope also brought out her fear. He would keep that in mind for future reference.
He almost felt guilty when her big green eyes stared into his with that mixture of anger, fear and accusation.
Marcella quickly grabbed his hand with her other hand while also trying to attach her feet on something on the ground to push herself up. She dug her feet to the stones strongly attached to the edge of the cliff trying desperately to climb up, probably thinking he could be changing his mind again any moment now.
Agust D smirked with that glint of the devil dancing in his cold orbs. He slowly pulled her up above the cliff and on the ground.
Marcella crawled on the dirty ground her hand digging into the roots of the grass like her life depended on it. She looked up at her tormentor who had straightened up looking down with a satisfied grin she hated.
