Empress Of Wrath, Blood And Desire

Chapter 14: Invasion

"I asked for only two names, but you took ten lives instead. How ironic you thought you could go around and give what's only mine?"

With my eyes still fixated on the many heads, I contemplate how the hell I got myself here, with him, in this house, and how crazy and sick in the head he is.

I slam the door shut in his face, not caring about his sinister and dark eyes glued on me, which makes him look like a complete psychopath.

He is crazier than I ever thought.

I thought I was crazy.

I caused ten men to lose their lives and they didn't do anything wrong.

One fucked me but still.

I let out a sigh and moved to my bed, sitting on its edge. Days have dragged by since I last saw my sister, leaving me feeling hollow and shattered.

I've always carried this emptiness since she left me in this twisted world, but the ache sharpens when I can't visit her resting place. It's the only thing that kept me tethered to sanity.

Being here is driving me to the brink, though I keep it hidden beneath the surface. I can feel myself teetering on the edge.

Despite my urge to escape this place and the deranged man who seems fixated on me, there's a part of me I can't grasp. It's as if a piece of me clings to this place, reluctant to leave.

Here feels safer than the countless hiding spots I've inhabited over the years. It draws fewer pursuers, which explains my lack of urgency to flee, and it infuriates me.

As the daughter of a feared assassin and a merciless mafia king, everything should be within my grasp. I've been trained to be highly skilled in any situation, so I should have found a way to escape a long time ago.

Yet something holds me back. Perhaps it's the allure of pleasure and the perks that come with it. I should have left by now.

Lost in my thoughts, the door swings open, and my gaze snaps up to see the hulking figure of Marcello storming toward me, his eyes gleaming with a manic intensity that piques my curiosity.

His steps near me fast and hard, making me quickly move up the bed, but before I can make my next move he attacks me.

My fist is fast enough to knock into his jaw hard but he does not let that stop him as he jumps over and locks my body between his.

He is still covered in blood as he bores his dark, flaming eyes into mine. "You need to understand sweet girl...." He lowers his face close enough so I can smell and taste the blood on his face and the warmth of his minty breath. "Sweet girl...my sweet girl..."

A cold shudder runs down my body when his blood-stained hand touches the side of my face and my breath stops inside my throat.

"Why...?" I breathe, unable to break eye contact with him. I need to know why me.

Why not any other girl?

"You are special, Mio. One of a kind. And you belong to me." His voice drips with possessiveness.

"From the instant I laid eyes on you, you stole my heart, and you still hold it captive. You are the iris in my eyes and the blood coursing through my veins, darling..." He takes a deep breath. "Dea, we were made for each other. The more time I spend with you, the more I realize you're destined to be at my side forever, and I'll do whatever it takes to make that happen. You are the bane of my existence, the embodiment of every desire I've ever had, and the only woman I crave. Why, you might ask...?"