SHE

Chapter 46: Fear, Love, & Betrayal

Rue Scarce

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"Do what you are hired to do."

The way she said those words almost gave me the shivers. The once frail girl became a dauntless one who would eliminate anyone in the way of hurting her loved ones. How ironic how love can make you feel weak and strong at the same time.

I watched as the pinioned men gazed at her both in shock and disbelief, fear crawling up their skins.

Sheer glanced back at me with a look of confirmation and I nod my head in response. There is no way this girl is acting tough. Everything she said was true, I can tell just by the steady heartbeats in her chest.

Sheer's face etched from uncertainty into a smug one. Pulling a gun from her holster and held it with wonder in her face.

"Hmm, what do you think would be more satisfying? A gun? Or should we use the old style?" She talked to no one in particular but her voice was evident with mischief.

She walked towards Leonus Trevino with her eyes still kept on the gun and the knife in each of her hand. At first, one would think she was aiming for the leader but knowing Sheer full well, she's aiming for satisfaction. And emotional pain could quench her hunger before her blood thirst.

She shot her gun in the blink of an eye but she wasn't aiming for the one person everyone thought she would, instead, one of the men dropped his head back. His eyes lifeless with a dark hole between them and blood slowly oozing out.

The room was in a deafening silence while she wiped the muzzle of her weapon with her sleeve.

"That's one."

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Leonus Trevino

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Fear...

I once felt that kind of nonsense. Where your whole body cringes and your knees give out, tremors climb down your spine and shivers cause your hair to stand.

It was an utter nonsense but I kind of felt that way, when I had a nightmare of the precious girl killing herself just to get away from me.

I thought it was just bullshit. Leonus Trevino, the man who owned New York in the dark, would feel fear? I would never. Not even if I lose the only person I cared for.

Now... My thoughts bit me in the hand and I know for sure, that that person would end up stabbing me dead without me knowing.

I felt the familiar shudder and I know that the nonsensical emotion flared back up to burn me again.

Her wild reddish brown eyes glared at me in pure hatred and undeniable coldness. Those were the eyes that I first noticed, the eyes that had me curled up in my own world.

I have a habit of looking her in the eye, her facial expressions are the best but her eyes are far more interesting.

Did I care for her? Yes, but I did a very bad job.

Did I like her? Yes, both as a person and as a woman.

Did I love her? I don't even know. I kept denying it, that I will never love anyone.

Love... I never believed in anything as stupid as that.

Love is your weakness, and your strength. For me it will be the former.

Love will give you happiness but in the end it will be your demise.

And I can't deny the fact that I'm facing death right in the face.