Bloodline (The Golden Boy )

Chapter:1

"To all the girls who know that fictional men are way better than real ones—here's a few more handsome heartthrob to add to your collection! After all, at least they come with a plot twist and don't leave the toilet seat up!"

                        

                            •Kristian:

 
   How to kill Kristian Edwards? Countless have asked. A bullet to the head, is there best answer. Fools. They overlooked the simplest way, the one I can't escape: poison on her lips. That's the only bullet I'll never dodge. Death by her kiss... Oh what a fucking sweet way to go.
Luckily, she doesn't know either, otherwise, I'd already be six feet deep if she did.

"One step closer, and I'll rip your insides out."  She threatened, her blue eyes glaring with a furry of an angry ocean, one that sinks my warships with a single glance everytime. As the tip of her knife pressed against my my side, just beneath my ribs.

"Glad we're thinking the same way," I replied, a smirk curling on my lips as I slowly dragged my gaze to her delicious looking lips.

"Don't even think about it." She pressed the knife harder until it finally scratched
my skin, her voice steady and fierce, thought the flush of pink in her cheeks gave her away.

"No?" I leaned in closer. "I am your ex- husband after all," our breaths mingled for a moment, heavy and strained, before she raised the knife and place it against my neck.

"Go away, Kristian," she ordered, her tone cold and sharp

"I won't move until you give me what I want."  My voice matched her coldness despite the fire burning inside of me at her strawberry scent.

"You will not take him. I won't let you."

"No?" My gat turned mischievously threating, "Step fiery abbeys."

"Over my dead body," she shot back, stubbornly, she lowered the knife to the side of my kidney, "Speaking of dead bodies..." Her voice carried a hint of mischief, "Do you know how many minutes it takes for someone to die from a kidney stab, my dear ex husband?"

"I don't," I mirrored her mischief, stepping closer until her knife plunged fully into my body, slicing through my skin. "Let's find out," I continued, keeping the playful glint on my face despite the searing pain.

Her threatening gaze quickly shifted, eyes widening in shock. Her tightly gripped hand immediately let go of the knife as she stumbled backward, staring at her bloodstained hands. Damn, even my blood looked good on her.

"You..." She struggled to breathe, fighting panic. "You..." Her eyes darted to the wound, crimson spreading. "What did you do?!"  she finally screamed, grabbing the collar of my shirt and pulling me closer

"Step aside, Katalina," I threatened again, unfazed by the blood already dripping onto the floor. "Whether you like it or not..." I leaned closer until only a few inches separated our lips. "I. Will. Take. Him." Each word was slow and deliberate, biting through the air.

"Or?" Her panicked expression vanished, replaced by a cold, threatening one. "You. Will. Not. Take. Him," she said, mimicking my tone. Challenging every nerve in my body. It's like she was born to do this.

A moment passed as we stared each other down. Neither of us backed down—we were the most stubborn people alive, and I could stand like this forever. I wouldn't mind.