Ruthless

Chapter 9

I'm letting this chapter calm down a bit, which isn't much. I mean, this is dystopian. Every chapter is going to have some sort of problem beginning or drama erupting. This chapter was going to get a little ... depressing, but I'm saving that for the next chapter. Just beware, after this chapter, things will start to get dark. I wanted to write the whole chapter in this, but it would be like 10,000 words or more, and I want the romance to slowly build it's way up instead of making everything so soon. BTW, sorry I didn't upload a lot during Thanksgiving like I was hoping. Anyways, enjoy!

(Luca POV)

"Rain, get up," I say, showing no emotion to her.

She just stays on her knees, crying into her folded arms. Watching her is breaking me. It took a lot of practice not to show or do anything when people are down like this. I normally just watch them suffer. But this time, I don't want the person to suffer. It's as if I can feel her pain.

"Rain," I try once more. A hint of pain flows out of my throat. Get it together, Luca. You're being pathetic. "Don't make me tell you again. Get up and stop being pathetic. My gang does not have weak people," I can't stand seeing her like this.

Rain's head snaps up and her eyes glare back at mine. She's looking me straight in the eye and she stands up. "Or what," She inquires. Tears are still streaming down her face as she glares at me. Where the hell is this coming from? Where does she suddenly get the confidence to speak to me like that? "What is so bad about sitting on the ground? Am I tainting it?" Then, something happens that not even I have a reaction to. I don't know what to do. Her small hands slam on my chest, trying to push me back. "Do I not have the right to act this way? If I'm going to die, I can cry right now for the pain that's coming. If you have a huge problem with me sitting on the ground, why the hell would you invite me here in the first place?"

Did she just raise her voice at me? Did she really just say "hell"? I'm trying as hard as I can to keep myself calm. My deep breaths are even coming out rapidly. I bite the inside of my cheek, but still, all I can see is red.

She makes another move with her hands and I quickly capture her arms in my hands. Who the fuck does she think she is? Is this the real her? It's a huge disappointment to what I expected.

"What the fuck is wrong with you?" I raise my voice at her. Her arms struggle in my hold and her body pulls away from me. She gasps when I move with her and push her against a wall. I cross our arms so she has no chance of putting any effort into hitting me. "Answer me!" I yell in her face.

Even more tears pour out of her eyes. They're endless and worse than before. "Fuck you! Let me leave this fucking shithole!" She tries to push against my hold as hard as she can to hit me, but I let our hands go free before grabbing them once again and pressing them into the wall.

I thought I had her where I wanted her. Until she does something I never expected. Her knee connects with my dick and I release her. I grimace in pain as I try to act like it didn't hurt. I bite my cheek as I watch her make her way out.

I growl. "Rain," I roar.

I forget about the pain and make my way out of the room. She is nowhere to be found when I look side to side in the hallway. I start to speed walk down the hallway. When I get to the kitchen, there is no sign of her. I turn around and jog to the other end of the hallway. No one is in sight.

Where the hell could she have gone? I barely gave her any time to escape. Escape. Shit. Has she left the mansion? No, don't jump to conclusions. Check her room first before going on an unnecessary rampage.

Every time my feet hit the floor, my heart's beat can clearly be felt. Since when have I ever felt like this? Other than that one time when I was a kid. What kind of feelings is this girl making me feel? I haven't ever felt this kind of fear since my mother and father died.