The Red kiss - A Dark Mafia Romance

chapter eight

CHAPTER EIGHT


KIRILL'S POV

As I slowly regained consciousness, the room remained shrouded in darkness, leaving me utterly clueless about the time. I blinked away the remnants of slumber, only to discover that my body was confined to a chair, bound by unyielding chains.

Gratitude for being seated warred with the undeniable discomfort of my restrained limbs.

A surge of anger coursed through me, and I drew in a sharp breath, instantly regretting it as a searing pain shot through my chest. My gaze darted towards the water bottle within arm’s reach, tantalizingly close yet agonizingly out of reach, just beside Laura.

My ego wrestled with my desperation, prompting me to withhold my plea for water. A flicker of amusement danced in Laura’s eyes as she caught my fleeting hesitation. She leisurely twisted the cap off the bottle and sauntered towards me, a wicked smirk playing on her lips.

“Tsk, tsk, tsk,” she taunted, her voice dripping with sinister satisfaction.

“You look so pretty when you are vulnerable.”

With a malicious grin, she brought the water bottle tantalizingly close to my parched lips.

Instead of quenching my thirst, she unleashed a cascade of cold water onto my trembling body, mingling with the sheen of sweat and washing over the painful wounds that adorned my flesh. I clamped my teeth together with a ferocity born of desperation, fighting back the urge to cry out as the torment in my chest intensified with each laboured breath.

“Stay the fuck away from me,” I warned her through clenched teeth, my anger boiling over. Her smirk only grew wider as she emptied the water bottle on me.

“You thought you could use me in your twisted games?” she asked, throwing her head back in a mocking laugh.

I narrowed my eyes at her, struggling to maintain my composure.

“You knew I was a whore but what you didn’t knew was.. A whore has her ears everywhere”, she tells smirking.

“You’ve truly crossed a perilous line, Laura, by trespassing into my domain. If only you’d surrendered to the course I charted, it could have been a smoother journey for you. It baffles me to ponder the depths of your recklessness, going against the Pakhan,” I said, a sense of pity in my gaze as I briefly envisioned her grim fate once I free myself.

“You may call yourself whatever you want, but what you didn’t know is that people like you have enemies everywhere,” she said, chuckling once more.

“When you told me to leave your home, I knew you’d never acknowledge my worth or give me the place I deserve,” she continued, grinding her teeth in frustration.

This time, I couldn’t help but chuckle darkly. “A bitch like you only deserves one place in my world, and that’s six feet under the damn soil,” I taunted, the tension between us escalating to a dangerous level.

Matthew's voice carried a venomous edge as he hobbled into the room, eyeing me with disdain.

"You wear your pride like a king's mantle," he sneered, his limp accentuating his pathetic presence. Laura's gaze lit up with a wicked glint as she caught sight of him, and she shot me a malevolent grin.

"At last, the moment I've been yearning for," she purred, her eyes locked onto mine.

In a chilling twist, Matthew reached for a gleaming knife from the grim torture table, each step echoing with ominous intent as he closed the distance between us.

"Let's embark on a journey," he growled, his gaze fixated on me.

"We'll begin with that arrogant face of yours."

I take a deep breath as his knife’s sharp edge cuts my skin from my right eyebrow to closer to my nose. The blood starts flowing through the cut, and when I open my eye, I’m thankful that my eyelid was just grazed and wasn’t cut in half.As his knife's handle grazed the other side of my face, giving away his intention of ruining my another side of face, the room echoed with the distant thunder of gunshots, and in that chaotic moment, a spark of hope ignited within my chest. I couldn’t suppress the sly grin that crept onto my face.