𝚮𝐢𝐬 𝐋𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐤𝐞𝐫 | 18+

83 || DRUNK ON POWER

𝕔𝕙𝕚𝕙𝕚𝕣𝕠 (𝕤𝕝𝕠𝕨 & 𝕣𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕣𝕓) – 𝕓𝕚𝕝𝕝𝕚𝕖 𝕖𝕚𝕝𝕚𝕤𝕙
CHAPTER EIGHTY-THREE | DRUNK ON POWER
𓆩❤︎𓆪𓆩❤︎𓆪𓆩❤︎𓆪

She was gonna kill him.

Sophia knew that, the guards knew that and even Anwar knew that as he bounced his leg nervously. It'd been over two days and he'd yet to let her out of her binds and out of his captive. Ivanko was nowhere in her sight; no one told her anything about what was going on.

But Sophia knew. She knew that Ivanko was waiting for the water to calm before he made his move. Anwar's anxiety, however, told her Storm was nowhere near that point in his search for her.

He was still looking.

Yet as she was searching for a way to return to him.

Sophia was feral.

In the span of fifty-four hours, she'd already killed seven guards in the most elaborate and creative ways that Anwar had ever seen. Even the guards feared the little girl now. She was nothing more than a weakling yet she'd proved that violence was viler when the tactic was being implemented.

Sophia didn't hide behind her sweet act. Instead, she proudly displayed that strategic side of her that Anwar knew so well. After all, he'd seen it as Sophia rearranged the chessboard Killian kept in his office.

Killian never corrected her moves. He only quietly praised her for it by letting her pick what food they'd eat for dinner.

It never made sense to Anwar why he always picked Sophia. Every she did, every word and every action was met with praise. It was almost as if he'd always known who she was and who she was to become.

Anwar's daze was broken as that familiar snap filled the room, followed by a war cry and yet another sob. Anwar only scoffed once he saw yet another man with an abnormally placed head laid by her feet, wild sapphire eyes glaring at Anwar.

"Why?"

Sophia continued glaring at him as she could see right through the mask he always wore. "They said Viktor."

Anwar had learned not to say 'Viktor' as it always resulted with a murder. Only Sophia was allowed to call Storm that.

"Are you going to continue glaring at me?"

"Are you gonna keep me in binds?"

"Yes."

Her glare hardened. "Then you know your answer."

Anwar sighed and stood up with a sigh, picking up the bottle of whiskey and bringing it to his lips. The action was enough to make her calm down a bit as her eyebrows furrowed.

"Don't drink. You're not twenty-one yet."

Putting the whiskey down, he moved closer. "You don't find that ironic?" He wasn't allowed to drink but was welcome to kill.

Her gaze fell. "Where's Kill?"

"Don't worry about him."

"Don't hurt him," Sophia whispered, fidgeting in her binds. She knew he was no longer in the room but didn't know what that meant. Where was he now? Was Killian okay? "He was good to us. Better than they were."

Anwar flinched, turning away from Sophia. Even if Killian was good to them, that didn't make him a good man. He was a liar but Anwar didn't know all his lies and his secrets.

He didn't know who he was.

Another snapped head caused his attention to draw back to Sophia in annoyance. With a single wave, he dismissed his men he continued approaching her despite his warnings.