Run With The Devil

Unrelenting Fury

Lyras pov

The sharp knock on the front door jolted me awake. I had been spending most of my time in my room, but the sound was too urgent to ignore. I quickly slipped out of bed and sped down the stairs, heart pounding with uncertainty. When I reached the front door, I cautiously peeked through the peephole.

My eyebrows furrowed in confusion. There, standing on the other side, was Mr. Vico, his face etched with devastation. Next to him, Isabella held a firm grip on Alessandra, who was glaring daggers at me.

I hesitated, then opened the door a crack. "Mr. Vico?"

He looked at me, his expression a mix of sorrow and regret. "Lyra, I am so sorry for what happened. Please, accept our apologies."

Isabella, too, was apologizing, her voice trembling with embarrassment. "We are truly sorry for Alessandra's actions. It was unacceptable."

They were pushing Alessandra forward, urging her to apologize sincerely. But Alessandra resisted, pulling away from her mother's grasp. Her face was a storm of rage as she shoved the door wide open, causing it to bang against the wall.

Before I could react, Alessandra lunged at me, her aggression fueled by something more than just anger. I was taken aback as she tackled me to the ground, her fists flying mercilessly. I tried to shield myself, but her punches came too fast and too fierce.

"Deon is mine!" she screamed, each punch punctuating her claim. "You don't belong here! Get out!"

I could hear Mr. Vico and Isabella shouting, desperately trying to pull Alessandra off me, but she was relentless. Her blows were a blur of pain and rage, each one landing with a sickening thud.

Despite my attempts to block her strikes, Alessandra's fury was overpowering. She continued to assault me, her voice filled with a mix of anger and desperation. It was clear she was not just fighting me-she was fighting the very idea of me being a part of Deon's world.

Finally, with one last powerful shove, Mr. Vico and Isabella managed to pry Alessandra away. She was still struggling, but they held her back, their faces a mix of shock and regret.

Breathing heavily, I looked up, my vision blurred by the pain. Mr. Vico's face was filled with an expression of deep remorse as he offered a hand to help me up. Isabella stood beside him, her eyes filled with concern.

"I... I apologize again, Lyra," Mr. Vico said, his voice heavy with guilt. "This will not happen again. We will make sure Alessandra is properly disciplined."

I nodded, my body trembling from the aftermath of the attack. The bruises and cuts were already beginning to form, but the emotional weight of the assault was just as heavy. I didn't trust them completely, but for now, I had no choice but to accept their apologies and their promise to rectify the situation.

As they left, I closed the door behind them, my mind reeling from the confrontation. I sank to the floor, my back against the door, and let out a shaky breath. The pain was intense, but it was the emotional scars that would take longer to heal.

Deons pov

I stumbled out of bed, the exhaustion of the previous night still clinging to me. I'd barely managed to get a few hours of sleep, and my body was protesting with every movement. As I dragged myself downstairs, I yawned deeply, trying to shake off the grogginess.

When I reached the foyer, I noticed the front door was just closing. My eyes narrowed in curiosity. I quickened my pace, only to freeze as I saw Lyra collapse on the floor.

"Lyra!" I rushed over, concern overriding my fatigue. Kneeling beside her, I gently shook her shoulder. "Lyra, are you okay?"

She stirred, her eyes fluttering open. Pain and exhaustion were etched across her face, and I could see bruises and cuts beginning to form. She must have been through something intense and painful.

"Deon," she murmured, her voice barely audible. She looked up at me, her expression a mix of relief and weariness. "I... I didn't expect you to be awake."

I helped her to a sitting position, my gaze scanning her injuries with growing anger. "What happened? Who did this to you?"

Her eyes dropped to the floor, clearly reluctant to speak. "Mr. Vico and his family were here," she said, her voice trembling slightly. "Alessandra... she attacked me."

A wave of fury and frustration surged through me. I had thought Alessandra would be dealt with, but clearly, that hadn't been the case. I helped Lyra to her feet, supporting her as she wobbled slightly.

"We need to get you looked at," I said firmly. "Come on, let's get you to the medical room."

As we made our way through the mansion, my mind raced with thoughts of how to handle the situation. Alessandra's actions had crossed a line that could not be ignored. I needed to address this immediately and ensure that Lyra was safe and properly cared for.

Once we reached the medical room, I helped Lyra onto a comfortable chair. I was already making plans in my mind-Alessandra would pay for her actions, and I would make sure of it. But for now, my priority was making sure Lyra was okay.

"I'm sorry this happened to you," I said softly, trying to offer some comfort. "I promise you, things will get better. I'll make sure of it."

Lyra managed a faint smile, but her eyes were still filled with a mixture of pain and fatigue. I signaled for one of my men to fetch a doctor, and as I waited, I stayed by her side, ensuring she knew she wasn't alone.

This wasn't over-not by a long shot. And as soon as I could, I would make sure that Alessandra's actions would never threaten Lyra again.