Kingdom of Sin

05 | Elora

The time was nearing midnight by the time I finally got back to my temporary room. Nico had escorted me back and left me with a change of clothes for the night.

I slipped out of my shoes and launched myself onto the large bed face first and released a deep sigh. The draining events of today were catching up to me.

If Aunt Louisa knew where I was right now and what I'd gotten myself into, I would never hear the end of it. She would give me a long-drawn lecture on why no one should allow me to make my own decisions.

A heavy feeling settled in my chest as an instantaneous feeling of guilt hit me, reminding me of the betrayal that would come with my reckless decisions.

I groaned and pulled myself away from the comfort of the plush bed. I picked up the oversized shirt and boxers Nico had given me and forced my legs to carry me to the bathroom.

Shutting the door behind me, I discarded my shirt and jeans, then removed my bra and finally slid my panties down and off.

I slipped into the black boxers and fresh white shirt, fumbling slightly with the tiny buttons.

My movements were sluggish when I stepped back into the bedroom but the feeling that I wasn't alone in the dar room made me pause and , despite my exhaustion, I was now fully alert.

"Nico?" I called out to the darkness.

There was no response except the sound of quiet footsteps creeping towards me.

The awareness of another presence behind me made my shoulders tense and my heart began beating faster and faster, hammering against my rib cage. 

When I could virtually feel the warmth of a body touching me, I balled my right hand into a fist before turning and launching it at the intruder only to have it blocked and swallowed by a much larger fist.

Before I could even blink, my back was being slammed against a hard wall and my wrists restrained by strong hands. I was caged, unable to escape.

"Try that again, sweetheart," Cin said calmly, his unrelenting grip still crushing my wrists "See what happens."

"Get off me, you bastard." I thrashed around in his arms.

He tightened his grip on my arms and pushed his knee between my legs to stop me moving.

I ceased my movements and felt myself slump against his body, overwhelmed by his scent that screamed money, power and glory.

"Look at me," he ordered.

"I can't," I muttered

"Why not?"

"Your face is too hideous, I can't purposely scar myself like that."

"Stop playing games," he snapped. "I need to discuss something with you."

"What?" I asked, too tired to listen properly.

I could feel his cold glare burning into me.

"Tell me, Elora," I could tell from his tone he was vexed with my lack of submission, "What would your Aunt Louisa think about your part in a scheme to steal sensitive information from her workplace?"

My head shot up in surprise. His face was stoic, as usual.

"How do you know about her?"

"I know a lot about you," he stated.

I narrowed my eyes at him."Like what?"

"Like you are nineteen years old, your twin brother and aunt are the only remaining family members you have left alive," he said, casually as ever. "You also enjoy painting."

"Is that all?" I asked, annoyed at his knowledge of the private details of my life.

"I also know your father was killed and your mother killed herself shortly after and now you use sarcasm and dark humour as a defence mechanism to ignore your childhood trauma."

I was at a loss for words. I didn't know whether to be extremely annoyed or impressed.

"Thank you for the analysis," I said dryly.

"It's nothing to be asham—"

"And what about you?" I cut him off, eager to change the topic.

"What about me?" He rose a brow.

"Everyone here seems to fear you. They act as though you are some heartless murderer."

"No," the corner of his mouth lifted. "I'm just the normal type of murderer."

The way he spoke so freely of murder was perplexing and rather concerning. I made a mental note to talk to him about that. Not everyone reacts calmly when you confess your murderous tendencies to them.

"Do you not feel guilty?" I questioned.

"I do not have time to feel guilty and neither do you."

He sounded so confident it made me wonder how he was so closed off to natural emotions.

"It's too late for that," I muttered.

He stared at me for a few seconds with slight confusion etched on his dark features."I don't comprehend."

I sighed. "I'm not cut out for this, Cin. What if I get caught? What if I die?"

"Then you die."

I rolled my eyes."So reassuring."

"You're scared," he stated. "You let your fear control you."

"I'm not scared."

"No?"

"No," I confirmed. "I just don't know whether I'm making the biggest mistake of my life."

"Mistakes make you human."

His eyes were slightly softer when opened his mouth to speak again but a knock on the bedroom door cut him off. We both stiffened and Cin's eyes hardened as he pulled away from me.

"Someone will have your clothes laundered and prepared for you tomorrow," he nodded curtly.

With that, he released my hands and walked away.

This took me a while to write I just had trouble coming up with something sorry!
let me know your thoughts is there anything i should improve on to make it more engaging? :)