The Shade's Of You. | ✓

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King.

Her small body moves backwards, crashing against the cold wall and I wince back as well, anger courses through me when I notice little red lines across her wrist and ankles and a little bump on the side of her head.

Still, I stay positioned in my spot, waiting and watching as my right hand man moves towards her shaking frame.

I swear, it fucking takes everything inside of me to not slam that chair into this screen and walk over to her, to comfort my girl and tell her everything is going to be okay. But I can't, not until later, when everything's okay again.

“Don't touch me!” She screams at him, fury and anger in her once soft voice and I smirk, oh boy, this might be okay.

“Sophia, it's okay. I'm not going to hurt you, see, it's alright.” He coos and crouches down to her seated frame. “I'm going to unchain you, promise not to attack me?” He asks and she slowly nods her head, letting him do his job.

I watch, silent, like every other asshole in this room as he takes his time to unchain her, softly speaking to her throughout it and I force myself to ignore the jealous feeling that clumps around me— like venom and fire.

He stands up, hovering over her and let's out a helping hand for her to grasp and she does to lift herself up and then she does the most unexpected thing to him.

She knees him straight in his dick, making all of us in the room next to hers, to snicker at his weakness section.

Sophia decides that now is her chance to get away and heads straight for the door that's left wide open and runs straight through it, coming directly into our room, staring at us all with wide, tear and fear filled eyes— fuck.

Deep blue eyes connect with mine and see fire swirling in those oceans, rare but not impossible, I reach for her.

“Y— you?” She stutters and looks around us, confusion raking her beautiful face. “I want to go home, King.”

I flinch, I really fucking do. I turn my head and signal for everyone to leave us alone and they obey, obviously, I take a step towards her and she takes one backwards.

It's not until her back collides with another door that she finally stops and jerks forward a little, allowing me to grab her and hold her tightly against me— fuck, I breath in her warm scent. I missed her and I missed this, holding her in my arms— in my tainted, evil and horrible arms that are covered with ink and invisible blood, I hold an angel, so pure and true and light that it nearly burns my horrid skin.

My lips brush against her red ears and she shivers against me, latching her tiny arms around my torso and burying her head into my chest, she cries and sniffles softly.

I feel my heart thump loudly, something it only ever does when my girl, my lifeline, my soul, my amante is around.

I press my lips against her temple and squeeze her to me before picking up her frame in my arms and going straight back into the real safe house, ready to kill one of my guys for dumping her in the cells like trash or dead meat.

***

“What the fuck, King?” Luca hisses when he enters the room and I ignore his little dramatics. I've had enough fucking drama for today. “Don't, he didn't know, King!”

I snicker and wave him off, “Shut the fuck up.” I warn.

I turn back to the dumb fucking idiot who thought that my girl was just some slut I picked off the streets and another punch of mine lands against his already busted up face, earning another girly groan. I snicker, is this the men in my mafia? Weak and fucking pathetic, all of these fuckers.