𝚮𝐢𝐬 𝐋𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐤𝐞𝐫 | 18+

2 || PRETTY EYES

𝕞𝕚𝕟𝕕 𝕘𝕒𝕞𝕖𝕤 – 𝕤𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜
CHAPTER TWO | PRETTY EYES
𓆩❤︎𓆪𓆩❤︎𓆪𓆩❤︎𓆪

Sophia was torn despite her innate feelings of fear nearly consuming her rationality. She knew that if she screamed, someone would call the cops and take Storm away from her. And that thought nearly drove her to insanity. She had not spent fifteen years fantasising about his murder only for it to be pulled away right under her feet. She would not allow that.

So she remained silent as he pulled at her hair, gun to her side, dragging her along to his apartment complex. It was so dark and so late that the streets were completely empty. Even if she were to scream, it would take weeks before the police would find her and when they did, she'd already have been long dead; her corpse rotten and cold to the touch.

Storm tightened his grip around her hair, making her hiss in pain and glare at him with those sapphire eyes of hers. "I didn't even do anything," Sophia hissed like an angry cat.

He snapped his head at her and glared at her, the fire in his eyes burning brighter than a raging inferno. "Shut up."

Sophia bit her lower lip, regretting her words. She reminded herself to watch her words carefully. After all, Storm was known to spontaneously go on murder sprees. She'd seen that first-hand.

By the time he'd managed to drag her to the apartment complex, he'd let go of her hair just before the receptionist could manage to catch sight of the two.

Sophia held her breath, trying to hide behind Storm but he didn't let her, pulling her beside him and glaring at her pleading eyes.

Her pleading didn't get her very far, however.

"Sophia...?"

Sophia turned her head to the familiar face of the receptionist. Since he'd started working at the apartment complex, watching Storm and all his guests closely, she'd always viewed him as a dead man walking. "Freddie... Hi," she chuckled awkwardly. After all, she knew who the scrawny receptionist really was.

Storm snapped his head towards the little girl, a storm brewing in his eyes.

Freddie's eyebrows pulled together, as his gaze shifted from the big hunk beside her and back to Sophia. "I didn't know you two knew each other."

Storm's tight grip on her hip caused her face to scrunch momentarily in pain and instinctively push her elbow into his side in warning. "Funny story really."

His eyes squinted. "I'm sure it is." Freddie lowered his head and let the two pass after confirming it with the guards. "Follow me, Mr. Osipova. Sophia."

Sophia let out a soft sigh of relief as Freddie turned his back on the two and started walking them to the elevator. His suspicion hadn't dropped, however. That much was evident by his squinting gaze. But he was convinced. For now.

Sophia had always hated Freddie. Perhaps, because she knew more about him than she led on. Or perhaps because his gaze always seemed to linger on her despite her unflattering clothes. It wasn't like Sophia cared about her appearance. She was too goal-oriented to care about who wanted her and who didn't. What she wanted was to feel Storm's blood on her hands by her doing. That was the sort of thought she often caught herself thinking about as she kicked her feet about, curling her toes and biting her lower lip to maintain her giggles.