The Shade's Of You. | ✓

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Sophia.

A blood curdling scream is heard throughout the large dark room, shocking everyone inside and fourteen different pairs of eyes land on my shaken frame, widen and scared as my back limply falls against Lucas' hands.

Percy curses out loudly and flings another sharp knife down at the man, earning another groan from the poor guy who says unmoving and tied against the steel chair.

He turns back around and walks towards us who are stationed right at the back wall, against a corner— It's then that I notice as he takes steps closer to us, that the dark deadly and murderous look in his eyes are long gone and replaced with something else, fear and deep concern.

A tattooed arm reaches towards me and I flinch back, staring wide eyed at him and then at the poor man.

“N— no!” I stumble backwards, forcing myself against Luca. “D— don't!” I scream when he reaches again.

Luca wraps his arm around my waist, holding me tightly against him. “See, this is what I meant earlier. This is weakness, weakness you and I don't need.” He states.

Percy's expression hardens and he glares down at his friends hand around me before flickering his gaze back up at him and he instantly removes his arm away, setting and allowing me free to move again but I don't dare move.

“This is not fucking weakness, you bastard. I needed to show her that she isn't making me weak, if anything, she's making me fucking stronger.” He hisses at Luca.

I force their conversation and bickering out of my ears. I don't want to listen to it any longer, especially here.

When he said he wanted to show me something, I expected everything and anything but I didn't expect him to bring me into a torture room and watch him torture a man who looks too innocent, like a college professor.

He is ruthless.

He is cold and deadly.

I can't believe I'm in love with a monster— no, a beast like this! He smiled when he spotted that man's blood dripping.

He has blood splattered all over him, his hands that are merciless and deadly for hurting and killing, yet, those same hands hold me with such gentleness and love.

My stomach churns and I gag at the sight when he reaches for me again. I bend over to my side, away from the men and vomit, all over the dark wood floor.

Someone touches my hair and softly rubs my back which effectively causes a few tears to leave my eyes.

I almost question myself and almost laugh at myself.

What had I expected really? There is a reason he is the leader of the Italian mafia and its definitely not because he sweet talks his victims or shoots them with fluffy rainbow kisses— no, his much more worst and brutal than that.

Percy lifts my body in his arms, refusing to listen to my screams and pleas for him not to touch me with his blood stained hands and with his clothes smelling metallic.

I stare up at his face, “You're the demon.” I whisper.

He chuckles darkly at my words as we walk through the dark hallways. “Is that right? Am I not an angel anymore?” He questions, clearly amused by everything going on.

I glare at him and ignore him.

This isn't even funny, not in the slightest.

I really am terrified of what he does.