Not So Delicate ||18+|| ✔️

Brooklyn ~1~

Blood.

Blood everywhere.

Bodies sprawled out with twisted limbs, slit throats and broken bones. Blood pooled under every single body, the smell of metal floating through the air, making my stomach twist.

In the middle of the theater... in the middle of all the bodies, he stood there with calm eyes. His gun was pointed down at the floor and his face was bloodstained.

He looked at me with dark, serene eyes. His jaw clenched and his hair fell in his eyes from the loose bun at the back of his head. He looked menacing, evil, sadistic... hot.

Stop it.

He looked insane. Like a devil free of his chains.

He tucked the gun away and walked towards me, making me take a step back. He tilted his head innocently. His small smile revealed the dimples I love.

"I told you, didn't I? Any man that dares to touch what is mine, will lose a hand." He grumbled softly, taking another step and stroking my hair away from my face. "Or a life."

"You murdered them." I whispered, my throat felt like it was closing up and my head felt light.

"I did. But if I didn't, they were gonna take you from me. I wasn't going to let them hurt what's mine. You know that." He whispered back, his eyes turning dark again and his hand tightening in my hair slightly, his lips brushing over mine ever so slightly. "You're Ours. You're mine."

He kissed me passionately, his teeth clashing with mine.

Now let's pause this for a second.

You may be wondering 'What on earth is happening and how did we get up to this point?'

It's a long story...

Let's rewind.

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I was being dragged into one of the most prestigious clubs in Hollywood. The quiet thrum of music coming from inside. Two bodyguards stood outside of the doors, standing proudly in their spot. My best friend Milo dragged me towards them, my palms were sweaty and my heart raced. There was no need to freak out– I was well over 21.

Once we got to the guards, they asked for IDs. I looked towards Milo as he took out his wallet, pulling out his ID along with mine. Handing them to the guards. They took a look at the cards before looking at us, inspecting our faces. Once they came to the conclusion that we were old enough and the cards weren't fake, they let us in.

The place was packed with people dancing on the floor and people drinking at the bar. The place was beautiful, I had to admit.

The walls were a dark mahogany and there was a beautiful chandelier hanging from the ceiling, shimmering with the dimmed lights. There was a whole other section across the room. A black stanchion that keeps people out of it. There was no doubt that it was the VIP section.

Milo dragged me to the bar, and I nearly tripped over my heels. Milo has been my best friend since high school. He knew everything about me and vice versa. He was a handsome specimen, with dirty blond hair and crystal blue eyes. His cheeks had these adorable freckles on them that made him look so innocent.

He's anything but innocent.

"Brooke! I'm gonna get wasted, you with me?" Milo shouted over the music, I laughed at him and shook my head softly. One of us had to be responsible. "Suit yourself!"

We ordered our drinks and I watched as he swallowed his down in one gulp before telling me he was going to dance. I sat at the bar, sipping down the burning liquid. I wasn't much of a drinker, getting wasted scares me.