Destined | 18+

Part 1 - Angel

Roman's POV

I don't take care of small shit like this. Tonight was really not what I personally do. I just order and my men obey and do what I tell them. But tonight, tonight was personal. I wanted to watch him burn. I was going to stand outside the house and look inside the window and watch him suffer.

He was nobody but he took something monumentally important from me. He killed my sister. My one and only family on this continent, on this planet. She was joy and happiness and light. A special girl. I loved and still love her with all my heart. We survived together through everything but her light never dimmed.

It happened five years ago, a long time has passed and there hasn't been a single day where I didn't feel the loss. It took me a while to figure out what happened, I was so deep down in the gutters of despair that I couldn't even begin to think of revenge. I was so incredibly broken and truly sad that I forced myself to only go through the motions in order to continue living. But once I found out what went down that fateful night, then I just needed to pick the perfect time, and that was tonight.

He moved around a lot but he's been comfortably living at this place for a bit now, I guess he relaxed. I had already taken care of who ordered the job but he was the last one, the one who trapped her.

The little two storey house lit up like a box of matches, within literal minutes, as I stood at the side and watched. Flames racing up into the sky, I heard his screams over the roaring fire. He was tied up, lying on the floor, in the middle of the room that was all cleared, ready for my viewing pleasure.

Heat overtaking every inch of oxygen and air, I powered through it to stand at the side window so I could watch his body be consumed by pain and suffering. Yes, he screamed and writhed and called for God and that's what I wanted to see.

I was awakened from my moment of satisfaction by the sound of coughing and yelling somewhere nearby. Shards of glass fell on me and I looked up to see someone climbing out of the second storey window. A young girl. Her naked legs were half covered by blood and coughing and spluttering, she haphazardly made her way onto the fire escape ladder, half holding herself up.

Absolutely mesmerized, I watched her wince and cry in pain as she struggled to run down the steps, holding onto the railing and trying to fill her lungs with fresh air.

Who the fuck was this and how did she end up upstairs? A momentary thought ran through my head while my legs involuntarily made their way toward her. The fire escape ladder ended way too high and as she tried to jump off and down, her hand slipped and I saw she was about to tumble to the ground and fall badly. I caught her right in time.

She landed in my arms and immediately yelled from the pain of what I'm assuming were her cut up thighs.

Her smooth skin shining in the light of the blazing fire beside us, she wore a white silk nighty with thin straps which was now all covered in black soot.

I looked down at her in my arms and felt unable to move. My arms became steel, my eyes burned through her and my mind went blank. I couldn't believe that someone was on the second floor of this bastard's house. Moreover, a young girl, who looked innocent and in overt pain from what just happened to her.

Her eyes and teeth clenched from pain, she groaned and sank her nails into my neck, holding onto me with all her strength.

Completely forgetting why I was there, I walked away from the burning house abandoning the whole reason for tonight.

"No, no, no, don't let go, don't let go!" The girl whined when I tried to place her in the front seat of my car. I quickly inspected her legs and saw that the back of her thighs had deep crimson cuts. I figured that she must have sliced them open when she climbed out of the broken window.