The Shade's Of You. | ✓

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Percy King.

My eyes narrow at her once last time before shrugging her off, “I fucking can't with you, Lilliana! If my girl is mad at me, I'm fucking sending you to the cells.” I growl.

Why the fuck did I ask to do this?

Her brother could have handled this fucking mess.

“B— but you said—”

I send her another murderous glare and she instantly shuts up. Fucking good. I don't know how much longer I can stand that chicken scratch voice of hers.

“I know what I fucking said. I just needed to trick you into telling me the fucking truth but you won't listen, you're so fucking dumb and slutty that anything remotely intelligent slips through your fucking mush of a brain!” I snap.

Her black paint underneath her eyes start to run down her face but I don't give a fuck if she's crying. Good.

I push her fully off me and start to trek back down the darkly lit hallways, hoping that my baby is still in our room and didn't run off, again. I don't know how I much longer I can fucking take her continously running from me.

I might as well just bondage her to my damn bed.

At least then I'd be at peace and she can't run.

My steps falter outside our current bedroom door, it's not fully closed or open and immediately I get the feeling that something is completely fucking wrong here.

I kick the door open, nobody's inside. “Fuck!” I hiss.

I turn back around, no fucking guard either! What the fuck is this place turning to? A fucking free for all or what.

A scream is heard from outside the complex— Sophia, I curse under my breath in annoyance and anger, fucking pure, red hot anger. I knew it, I fucking knew this would happen after that fucking bitchs show in the hallway.

Luca comes running down, his wide, fearful eyes make connect with mine. He doesn't need to ask the question because he already knows the obvious answer.

His eyes darken and he rushes with me outside.

“Weakness.” He quietly mutters.

“Fuck you.” I counter back.

Love is not a fucking weakness. It's a fucking goddammit strength, in every damn sense. It's strength and strong.

Luca turns to face me, anger clearly on his face but what do I care. He can be angry for things that doesn't concern him, it's not my problem but if he dares to speak ill on my woman again, I'll fucking rock him right now, right here.

“This is exactly what I meant, King!” He yells, pointing at the bare yard. “Now she's gone and you're fucked.”

“You're basically fucking pussy.” He finishes.

I stare at him blanking, wondering why the fuck he thinks it's okay to butt into my business and who the fuck gave him leverage to speak to me like that! As if his the boss.

My hand reaches out, punching him straight in the jaw, a crunch is heard and his head snaps to the side before his bend down and spitting blood to the grass.

That is fucking weakness, you pathetic little piece of shit. I want to yell that in his ugly fucking face— fuck! He makes me so mad and recently, his been testing me so fucking much. His practically begged for me to fuck him up.

These fucking, Rodriguez, siblings are starting to tick me the fuck off and I won't stand for it much longer. I've been too fucking lenient with them and now, now I'll show them who they want to see— if it's a beast they want then it's a goddamned beast they'll get. I'm sick and tired this shit.

“Her love makes me strong but your hate, is makes me unstoppable. Stop fucking playing with me, Luca.”

Mario comes to my side, not even sparing at glance at his under. Good, it shows his loyalty and strength to me.

“There's been a breach, some guards are fucking knocked out and the basement has been shield shut. The only guard missing was stationed outside your room and video footage shows a struggle— but we might have lead.”

I nod my head and gesture down, “Lock this fool and his horny slut of a sister, up in the cells. A beating and starvation will fit these assholes.” I give a strick order.

Mario glances down and smirks at his buddy before shaking his head and pulling him up. “Sort it out, yeah?”

I ignore him but he knows.

He always knows, like he should.

Once I'm alone, a heavy sigh falls from my parted lips and I grow angry, fucking amante. Why won't she just stay put and listen to me for once? Fucking hell.

My heart squeezes inside my chest.

Something I never knew I had, not for a long long while anyway. A heart. But now I do and the reason for it is gone.

Once again.

But this time,

Not willingly.

I will get her back. It's the inevitable but fuck, when I get my hands on that little sassy vixen— she is in for it!

I am fucking done being nice.

She needs dominance and I'm going to give it to her!