Clementine.
He was once my saviour, now he's my captor.
Ezekiel Ambrose doesn't hide who he is. Unlike me he's proud being a monster.
Cruel.
Popular.
Devilishly handsome.
Sinner.
Ezekiel
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Like we planned earlier, I met Ezekiel at the pit where he was taking a man with salt and pepper hair and a lumpy belly that strained against the fabric of his tucked-in shirt.
I took a hesitant step towards the two, my heart beating against my chest like a drum and the sweat beads on my forehead becoming increasingly hotter with time. Ezekiel's gaze locked onto mine over his friend's shoulder.
My breath hitched in my throat as my body went stiff. His friend followed his gaze toward me. Something shifts in his body language that was lazy before but is now on alert. I watch with confusion written all over my face as a smile makes it's way to his lips.
Spinning on his heel until his entire body was facing me, the mysterious man introduces himself by extending a hand that I shake after a minute of hesitation. "You never told me the girl you'd be training was a beauty, Eze. You've been holding back on me, I see." His eyes scan my face, briefly landing on my lips before returning to my eyes. "I'm Scorpion, and you are?"
I slowly pull my hand from his grasp. "...Clementine."
But before I could fully yank my hand away, the man that I know now as Scorpion seized my hand, lifting it to his lips. Shivers raced down my spine as his stubble grazed my fingers, and he pressed a kiss on the back of my hand. "A pleasure," he added with a wink.
I smiled back.
Ezekiel's gruff voice cut through the atmosphere like a knife. "Enough with the bullshit already. Chivalry is dead."
The Scorpion twisted his head back. "That must be the reason you're so rude all the time, kid."
"Fuck off," he retorted with a scowl, then looked at me, gesturing for me to come forward into the ring where he stood. "You, fuck in."
We haven't spoken for days. Weeks. Yet his voice was enough to make my heart do jumping jacks. Temptation eats me alive as I weigh my options—which are currently limited—and bring up either A, Mia, and what's his relationship with her, or B, find out why he actually agreed to training me.
Ezekiel Ambrose isn't the type to accept a proposal unless it benefits his sick and twisted desires in some way. No. He's the type to seek thrill in inflicting pain on others who don't deserve it. The villain in fairytales. The monster in fantasy novels
His cold, soulless gaze holds an abyss behind the saddening irises caused by his past. It scares me. He scares me. I always thought people were exaggerating when they said they could see the auras of people. Well, it turns out they weren't, and I could see his aura perfectly, and it's black.
His aura resembled a dark, shadowy cloud around him. It's almost like he controls the dark and everything in it. He's the ringleader, and they're his lamb.
