The White Lily

Chaoter 8 **WARNING**

**WARNING NSFW BLOOD GORE**

When I opened my eyes, the sun was peeking through the window in orange and pink hues. I rubbed my eyes and sat up. My body felt sore and my head foggy. I reached for the water on my mini table. I almost jumped when I blinked and saw Roman.

He was sitting on the floor, his head on the bed, fast asleep, his hand on my leg.

I smiled. I remembered last night, how protective he was of me, how safe he made me feel. As much as I poked fun at him and ridiculed his nationality, he still stuck around. He deserved all the kindness in the world...just not from me. He was just a Titan Force lieutenant.

I tried to move my foot from his hand and he stirred, sighing and opening his eyes slowly. He glanced at me, just staring silently. After a minute or so, he sat up, a frown etched deep on his face. "How do you feel, printsessa?"

I shrugged. "About as good as I could feel, considering that I was roofied."

Roman stood up. He was still in his club clothes, his normally slicked back hair a mess, falling over his eyes. He was...almost handsome. I frowned. "Hopefully they found who did this. I have a few words I want to share with him." He opened the door, leaving my room.

I frowned more, confused. I stood up and followed him out into the center room, grabbing my knife on the way out from the table.

All five of them surrounded a man on the couch, each a gun in their hand. I pushed through them to see who it was.

Ronaldo.

I snarled and tried to jump him, my knife poised to slit his throat. He grinned up at me as Roman held me back. "You fucking--" I let out a stream of colorful Russian insults.

I swear Roman was smiling as he held me back. The second he lets go, I will be a rabid dog, sicced on Ronaldo. That fucker roofied me...again.

"Why the fuck did you drug me, you little svoloch?" I growled at him, shaking Roman off me. He moved his hand to my lower back, where it stayed protectively.

Ronaldo just grinned at me. "Mi amor, my little kitty. I just wanted to take you home. The Elders are demanding you pay for what you've done. They knew you were going to kill Laszlo, and they weren't too happy you did it with the backing of the Titans. They no longer want you alive and have a price on your head."

Roman stiffened. He pulled me closer. I pushed him away. What is his problem? I looked at Ronaldo, clenching my teeth. "I should kill you for what you did to me. What were you planning on doing to me if my team wasn't there?"

The others looked at me when I referred to them as my team, all smiling. Ronaldo chuckled and glared at me, his face unnerving. "I was going to fuck you, possibly torture you one last time before handing you over to the League. I miss your screams, the sounds you made when they sliced your skin open. Your cries when they whipped you, set fire to your feet and hands. I crave you when you make those beautiful whimpers."

Roman snapped. He grabbed Ronaldo by the collar of his silk shirt and his fist flew at him, smashing his face in repeatedly. I didn't stop him.

But Roland and the others stepped in, holding Roman back as he breathed heavily, his fist covered in Ronaldo's blood. The couch was covered in it, Ronaldo's face bloodied and beaten to a pulp, but he was still breathing.

Kai approached me as they got Roman to calm down. Roman huffed and walked outside, muttering something about needing a new couch. "You okay, Winter? I had no idea the League did that stuff to you..."

I shook my head, adjusting the large shirt I wore. "I'm fine. I don't need your pity. It was all in the past. It's obvious now. I either join the Titans or kill the Elders."