Caged, abused and tortured, Ariana's life had been a living hell until she was forced to spy on the most dangerous mafia in the whole world, La Cosa Nostra. Will her life take an unexpected turn or will the revelation of a catastrophic secret ruin h...
The sound of the knife piercing through the flesh ws the most prominent thing I could hear as I laid in a pool of blood... But it was neither my flesh nor was it my blood. Everything was blurry and gloomy for me but I could see a shadowy figure lunging out from the darkness and holding his hand right before he could pierce the knife into my throat. The motion was reversed and that shadowy savior brutally plunged the knife into that man's throat with sickening ease. The man's eyes were wide with shock and agony. His grip loosened and his hands flew to his neck, trying in vain to stop the flow of dark, crimson blood that gushed from the wound. His gasps were choked and muffled, a mix of wet gurgles and stained wheezes. Blood splashed through his wound and mouth that was now wide opened in desperate but futile attempts to draw breath. Soon, he fell to the ground and his hands fell limply to his sides. His blood was pooling beneath him, spreading into a dark, viscous puddle. His body stopped trembling and he laid motionless and lifeless in the pool of his own blood.
I was terror stricken at the gore I just witnessed but I was also relieved that it wasn't me who felt that gruesome demise.
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I held my wound and sat up. It was still paining and I could see blood stain on gauze. I was whimpering in pain as I turned to Damien and to my surprise, he wasn't there! All I could see there were the dead bodies of the men who attacked us. One was beheaded, two were shot all around their chest, one was shot in the throat and between his eyes. I was terrified!
Suddenly, two men started to put gasoline and paraffin all over the dead bodies and a third person lit a match and ignited a fire. My vision was still a little blurry and I couldn't see their faces. But, I wrapped my hands around my body to cover myself as I only had my bra on. That guy ripped off my shirt previously.
Suddenly, someone threw the dead body that was right next to me like it had no weight. I turned to the person and realized it was none other than Xander.
That was unexpected!
The place that was loud with chaos suddenly filled with silence as our eyes met. There was no warmth in his eyes, no hint of kindness or familiarity. They were like shards of glass, hard and unyielding, reflecting nothing but the emptiness of a frozen winter landscape. I tried to hold his gaze, but the sheer frigidness of his eyes made me want to look away, to escape their merciless scrutiny. If I could see an emotion in those stone eyes, it'd be nothing but hatred. But there was also a dilemma lying deep within his icy dark blue eyes as if he was trying hard to force the hatred in his orbs. He perched himself on the ground in front of me and removed his jacket. He threw it towards me and said with disdain, "Cover yourself."
When I tried to put it on, I felt a searing pain on the wound site. I screeched. His eyes shifted to my wound. He called out for his doctor who came out of the car. He was probably treating Damien.
"Is Damien okay?" I asked the doctor.
He nodded his head as if he didn't want Xander to know that he answered me. Then he removed the gauze and realized that three stitches were torn off and the wound was exposed badly. He cleaned the place and took out a syringe and a vial. He looked at Xander and Xander blinked both of his eyes and nodded in a yes. Then, he injected something right next to the site which numbed the pain. It was probably the anaesthesia. He stitched it back and repeated the procedure he performed last night. After the dressing was done, I wore Xander's jacket. The doctor immediately went back to the car. But Xander was still staring at me and it was making me nervous.
