𝐒𝐨𝐧 𝐎𝐟 𝐋𝐮𝐜𝐢𝐟𝐞𝐫 (𝐎𝐍𝐆𝐎𝐈𝐍𝐆)

4

The Bride
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They decided to stay in the house until the wedding. At first, I was angry, but the longer they stayed, the angrier I became.

They were eating my food, sleeping in beds I bought, and using my maids as their own. Even though Rossi was mostly out of the house, just the thought of him in the guest bedroom had my blood boiling.

"It's honestly surprising how well you've taken the fact that you're getting married in less than three months," Sofia says while reading on my bed.

I was sitting at my desk, writing a document on my laptop as I answered her question,

"It's not a wedding. It's a business deal. I get married, they don't kill me. You would've done the same if your life was in question." My eyes don't move from the screen as she continues reading.

"I know, but it's the Rossi's. You've been dreaming about ending their bloodline ever since the ball," she points out and I look up from the laptop.

The ball.

When everything went down, he started it first, to be clear.

I didn't have any personal enemies until he and that day shall always be marked as the day I got my first real enemy.

"I need to get some air," I tell Mama and she smiles and nods while still talking to a family friend. Yesterday was my fifteenth birthday, and although today's event had a different purpose, I still like to think it was for me.

However, I needed to get out of there. The place was full of criminals, and while I should consider myself one as well, I still believe I'm not.

I'm a good girl.

Papa said I was a good girl when he taught me how to kill, so I must be a good girl.

I killed 5 people, two of which my mama doesn't know about.

She will never know about them, because I hid them.

I burned them.

I step outside into a giant French garden, the view in front of me indescribable.

I take a deep inhale as fresh air fills my nostrils. I was surrounded by nothing but moonlight and fresh summer air, or at least I thought I was.

Guess I was wrong.

A presence barges at me from behind, putting a hand over my mouth and pushing a gun into the side of my face.

My eyes widened and I tried to scream, but it was useless.

"I was dying waiting for you here," a deep voice murmurs into the shell of my ear. The shadow behind me was tall and well-built, something I wasn't used to fighting against yet.

I tried to scream again but he seemed to have no intentions of letting me do that.

"Stop fucking screaming for fucks sake," the man sighs and I do stop, but only to think through my next move.

I was taught to think these actions through, knowing men twice my size are capable of hurting me in many ways.

His hands were on the upper side of my body.

Knowing that I go for elbowing him in the rib, hoping it would do me some good.

I pick the side that he holds the gun with, knowing that if he stops me, at least I won't have a gun pressed against me.