Twisted Fixation

『 Chapter 5 』

Sure, the Blackwater is not as influential as Costa's family but they have a considerable amount of power in the city.

Instead of putting up a fight, she let the men do whatever they wanted. They took her defenseless state as her surrender so they even unhanded her.

"This is the first one who is not behaving like a neurotic bitch. Maybe she even likes this?"

The other laughed but they did not stop. She slowly reached up to her hair and released the hairpin. When one of the men was about to continue once she was completely naked, Yuri gave him a hard kick in the stomach, knocking him to the corner of the room.

The others were stunned at what they just witnessed and she took it as a chance to slash the men's throat.

She's been doing it for so long that she knows already which points to stab for a kill.

When she managed to put down three, she stood from the couch and looked for Mark. He was standing a few meters away and holding a knife pointed at her.

She laughed out loud seeing how his hands were shaking.

"It makes me want to kill you more that after doing such horrible crimes to multiple women you deemed weak, you still act as if you aren't used to seeing people die around you. That's just pathetic" she began sarcastically as she tried to wipe away the blood of the men that splattered on her face and body.

Her clothes are soaked with blood so instead of putting it on, she threw it away. Instead, she walked around the room and found an oversized t-shirt.

"Who are you?" Mark asked, his hand still raised, in a trembling voice. Yuri rolled her eyes before grabbing the knife and thrusting it just above his heart.

She retrieved her purse after putting on the shirt that only reached half of her thighs. She smiled as she realized the entire event had been recorded by the device attached to it. She then took out her phone and photographed the room, particularly the bodies on the floor.

Even the one she kicked died right away due to a head trauma.

"Fuck, why do you guys die so quickly? Whoever hired you must have been either drunk or stupid. Or am I simply strong?" she said it with an innocent voice as if she were a child. She even poked her cheek with her index finger.

"I swear.. this doesn't end here. Our leader will find and kill you.."

Yuri's face hardened upon hearing those words. She walked towards the direction where Mark is lying down and put her foot on his neck.

"Those women you murdered were not given a second chance. And for those who made it out alive, I know they are just wishing to die right now because of the nightmare you gave them. After all of that, you still have the guts to act tough in front of me?"

It's not as if she is waiting for an answer so she pressed her foot harder. Mark struggled for a few minutes until he breathed the last air from his lungs.

Only then did she realize that her face is soaked with tears due to the anger she felt.

Yuri went straight to the door after leaving a white feather on the scene. She was about to turn the knob when she heard multiple gunshots and horrifying screams from outside.

"What the hell could –"

Before she could finish her sentence, she heard her phone ring. It is a phone call from George. She pressed the answer button without hesitation.

"Yuri, get out of there before you get caught in the middle! We just received an intel that Giancarlo Costa is there!"

It's as if she's suddenly submerged underwater because she can't hear the noises that were just there. The fact that she was in the same place as that jerk roused the monster within her.

She returned to the couch and retrieved the hairpin. She has planned on shooting him in the head, but a knife to the heart is not a bad idea, especially since that is her only option right now.

George was screaming on the receiver but Yuri was not listening anymore.

She has been waiting for this moment for years, and it would be a waste to let such an opportunity pass her by.

She was about to open the door when she collapsed on the ground, whimpering in pain as a result of the unexpected attack. She realized she was bleeding when she felt something hot and wet on her forehead.

Struggling to get up, she clutched the hairpin tighter and looked upwards where her gaze was welcomed by multiple men wearing black suits.

She saw the man in the middle, dressed in a maroon two-piece suit, through the blood in her eyes.

His photos that are attached at the back of her closet suddenly occurred to her. Not in this life that she would not recognize him.

"Ella sta indossando la stessa maglietta di loro, quindi forse è una di loro," (She's wearing the same shirt as them, so maybe she's one of them.) the man standing beside Giancarlo said as their eyes are all glued on her.

Giancarlo did not respond, instead, his gaze fixed on her emotionlessly. With all the strength she could muster, she stood up and swung her weapon at his neck, but he was faster because he had caught her wrist.

His men automatically aimed their guns at her but Giancarlo yelled at them to stay in their position.

"Ciao, bella." (Hello, beautiful.)

It's not that she feels terrified, especially that she has long accepted death the day she decided to kill the mafia boss but his voice just sent shivers down her spine.

She was unable to escape his hold; it was as if his hand had been permanently cemented due to the sheer strength of his grip. Every attempt she made to break free only seemed to tighten his grasp, leaving her feeling trapped and helpless.

When she looked at his neck closely, she smirked upon seeing that she was at least able to leave a scratch on him.

"Non vedo l'ora di ucciderti," (I can't wait to kill you.) she does not speak nor understand Italian but she has rehearsed that specific line just for him.

Some mafia members laughed at that. She couldn't care less whether it was because of her accent or the meaning of the words she said.

"Lei non è italiana, dovresti parlare in inglese" (She's not Italian, you should speak in English.)

Giancarlo smiled curtly at that. "Is that so?" Yuri's eyes widened when Giancarlo's grip on her tightened more then he stabbed his own shoulder with the hairpin, still not letting go of her.

Everyone was just as surprised as her.

I didn't know that this bastard could be this unhinged. What a fucking psycho.

"Go on and push it right in. Sto aspettando la mia morte." (I am waiting for my death.)

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