Wildfire

(17)

Kenneth Deora

I didn't know how many days or weeks I had been here but what I did know was that I was in no hope of leaving this place anytime soon.

My heartbeat raised again when the door flung open and the yet unnamed man walked menacingly towards me. He didn't say a word before he shattered a glass rod on me. "You bloody asshole! Who is killing for you if you're here?" He punched my face, followed by cracking sounds and the strain of ropes on my wrists.

"I didn't kill anyone." I gritted out. His punches didn't faze me. I'd had worse at 14.

"So you're not gonna talk." The press of cold metal on my forehead made my blood run cold. This was it. Fuck

"I'll give you 3 seconds to change your mind and talk. Three.."

Except I really had no idea who was killing all these people. "Two.." He turned the security off.

"I have no idea how-"

"One-" Before he could finish speaking the number the sound of another man shouting "Charles! you have to see this right now." distracted him.

"What." The armed man now known as Charles turned to the other man who was already plugging in his laptop to a projector.

"Is it that important, Adam?"

Adam didn't answer, instead a video started playing. My eyes widened at what I was watching. Mariana... killing Oliver Garson... on a street.

"Wait. Stop the video. I think I know her." Charles pushed my chair back, making my head slam against the wall. Fucking amazing.

Adam cut him off saying, "that's Camila's girl. What was her name again? Macy.. Meghan... Something like that."

"Mary. How could I forget her? She was feisty."

What were they talking about... That was not "Mary". That was Mariana. Wildfire. That was my Wildfire.

I let out a groan unsure if it was from anger or pain. Both their attentions turn to me.

"So if you throw a few dollars at her she'll do more than just open her legs, huh?" Charles kept speaking about her in that same disgusting tone. Hearing him talking about her legs made my guts turn. Even though they had confused her with someone else it still made me equally mad.

He stepped closer "Oh don't get so worked up over a whore." This. fucking. bastard.

My legs worked without command lifting the metal frame I was tied to and landing it on his foot stabbing through his cheap tennis shoe.

He responded by shooting my arm and flipping my chair over.

"You two fight like fucking animals." Adam's voice was calm while Charles was grunting as his kicks landed all over me. My bones were positively shattered but that didn't stop him or my anger.

After about Twenty minutes I was drenched in blood. That's when Adam decided to calm Charles down. He lifted my chair back up.

"Since you're so worked up over her," He splashed cold water over my face. So cold that it had ice shards in it making my face cut open in several places.

"You have no idea how many men she has eagerly opened her legs for, like a whore." He spat the word out like he was too above saying that.

"NO-" His hand ended up on my throat and silenced the protests before I could even get them out.

"I wasn't done yet. She was a whore since birth apparently. Ran away mother, crazy father. The title suits her well. And the way you're acting right now, I can bet she spread her legs for you as well. Nothing new. Hope you had your fun."

No. No. No. She wasn't just "fun". He didn't stop, neither did his grip on my throat.

"She definitely knows how to be useful. How to use that God gifted talent of hers. She knew what she was good for, but then she forgot her place."

Days of torture and for the first time tears sprang to my eyes. I hated violence but if by some miracle these chains got off me I would fall in love with it.

"Was she still tight by your turn? I'm surprised her intestines haven't fallen down by now. Good thing she can't get pregnant or she'd be just as useless as any other woman."

Change of plans. If the chains got out I would take them to her and let her get her own revenge. I didn't know Mariana couldn't get pregnant. Not that it mattered but hearing about her from these bastards made everything sound so wrong.

"What do you want?" I gritted out. Blood spilled out with every word I spoke but that didn't matter. Not right now.

"What do we want? For you to tell that little whore to get back in her place and get her to stop killing people who owe money to you."

Could I stop her from killing them? Absolutely not. Would I stop her even if I could? Absolutely not.

They left the room after a few more punches and leaving my thoughts filled with my wildfire.

Come on, wildfire, burn your way to me, baby.

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Mariana Montanari

It was confirmed. Kenneth fucking Deora was no where to be found. I knew something was wrong the second my life started feeling peaceful.

One thing about me was that I was stubborn and now that I had decided to jump I would fucking find him. The lords of hell and heaven combined couldn't save whoever took him from me.

If I could escape the club I could sure as hell get my boy back.

I was packed up. I would leave tonight.

My saved up money, a few college things and some clothes were in a small bag along with the wretched file that I still hadn't opened.

I left my room almost reaching the main door before a hand landed on my shoulder. I turned to see Camila.

My hands involuntarily landed on her mouth and throat. If she made a noise I would never be able to leave. She kept struggling against me and tried biting my hand.

"Camila? Thank you so much for taking me in. I'm so sorry for what I'm about to do."

Before she could react I pushed her on the couch slipping her heel off her foot and shoving it down her throat, puncturing her voice box.

I wasn't gonna leave like this. "No no no can't risk it." I pulled it out and stabbed her windpipe with one sharp push.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk. Look what you made me do, Camila." I held the shoe till the life drained out of her.

I wasn't worried about the police. Anyone complaining would have to explain why she had a freshly 18 year-old held against her will.

I escaped.

And I killed someone.

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