Burning me

Chapter thirty eight - Venera

"Axel!" I giggled, feeling his fingers on my belly. "Stop tickling me! You're making this worse!"

He lowered his lips to my ear, breathing heavily on my neck. "But I like tickling you…" He made that cute pouting voice that gave me all kinds of feelings in my belly.

"But I don't like it." I stated. "Now tell me or show where did you drag me." I ordered, trying to look at him over my shoulder, through the blindfold. He covered my eyes to make sure he couldn't see as he continued to walk me.

"You know I love you, right?" He asked kissing my cheek.

"I know, I know, I love you too, now show me!" I squeaked excitedly, squeezing his hand on my waist.

"I'll never get sick of hearing that." He murmured, pressing his chin on my head, his hand starting to take off my blindfold.

As my eyes adjusted to the light in the slightly dark area, they took in the sight of the place. My eyes widened and my jaw dropped at the sight of Isaac, laying on the floor, his back on the wall, tied in chains with bleeding wounds over his body and ripped clothes.

"Too much?" Axel, behind me, asked. "Shouldn't have pulled the whole surprise thing, huh?"

Isaac was watching us carefully, exhaustion all over his features. I was struck into silence. I had nothing to say, absolutely nothing.

"Love?" Axel asked softly, pressing his palm on my shoulder. "Are you okay?"

I nodded, sniffling as tears filled my eyes. A soft smile rose on my cheeks when I looked up at him over my shoulder. "You kidnapped him."

"You didn't want me to?" He asked, raising my hand to his lips and softly kissing it.

I pulled Axel in the tightest hug, grateful for having him and no one else by my side. Why? Because he kidnapped someone for me. And that meant a lot for me, at least. Other girls would've probably slapped him for doing it.

"You're not mad at me?"

I shook my head, smiling up at him. "I could never be mad at you."

He smiled widely, kissing my head. "You can kill him, love. Or hurt him. Whatever you please."

I nodded against his chest, in a quick movement taking the gun from his back and pointing it at Isaac, holding on a vacant expression. He stared at me amazed, shocked I, from all people, was pointing a gun at him.

"You won't kill me! I bet you don't have the guts!" He mocked, coughing up blood.

"I do have the guts. But I don't want you dead. Death is far too good for you." I shot him in the leg, making his scream echo through the old, dusty room. A pool of blood quickly formed around his leg as I stepped closer to him. "You killed my unborn child, and for that, you deserve to live," I leaned closer, pressing my finger on his wound, making him whine, "in pain and agony. To feel the loneliness you deserve, because no one is coming to save you. No one is coming for you." I stated, pressuring my fingers on the open wound. "And if someone does come, I'll kill them in front of you. To see if you care about anyone other than yourself."

Tears ran down his face as he fearfully looked at me. "Who? Who are-" I cut him off by pressuring more my thumb on his wound.

"I'm a Mafia princess. My boyfriend is a gang leader. What do you think we do? Paint rainbows and love everyone?" I let out a ragged laugh, glaring at him. "I only kept you alive because I pitied you. I pity everyone who hurts me just because they deserve to be pitied if they feel the need to emotionally and physically hurt me. And you, my friend, did it because you were disappointed in your life choices. You couldn't take it out on yourself, so you took it out on me." I took my finger away, looking at the blood. "If I had taken it out on someone every time I had a problem, I would've been a mass murderer."

I glared, getting up. "Take your time. The guys will make it as painful as possible, just for you." I stepped back, seeing the pain, exhaustion and disgust on his face.

Axel's hands wrapped around my waist, his lips pressing on my neck. "Let's go home, love. I feel in the mood of putting another baby in your belly."

A smile rose on my cheeks, a deep laughter following it. "Let's go home."