Vendetta

05 Caspar

A/N: Pic of the living-room. Enjoy :)
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Mila froze, as her grip on the glass shard tightened. Slowly turning around, she found the amused Capo staring her with both of his arms crossed over each other.

"Do not come close." She threatened waving the glass shard in front of her in attempt to drive them backwards.

"Or what? It is over amore, and I'll make sure you never repeat the silly stunts you've attempted to pull out tonight. Daddy wouldn't be so proud of his little naughty angelo, now would he?" Alessio uttered gently, faking a concerned look.

The bronde girl felt trapped in the hallway with men guarding every fraction of the spacious corridor and a very cruel, dangerous kidnapper awaiting her upcoming movement with caution.

The thoughts kept swimming back and forth inside of her mind like uprising tides drowning any morsel of hope. His words sunk in a very deep and dark place that Mila always kept shielded. However, there she was, left in the open raw reality, allowing her anxiety to feast upon her state of vulnerability.

And that was when Mila threw herself to the tides and handed the situation to the immensely powerful and deranged heiress that shields her weaknesses.

"You know I have endured more than I can fucking swallow, and to think that I am bullshit-intolerant makes me utterly nauseous and ready to puke my guts out. All I have to do now is choose a toilet seat of my own liking, so who would like to volunteer?"

"Cagna ti ammazzo e berrò il tuo sangue per dessert ."

(Bitch, I'll kill you and drink your blood for dessert).

"Oh I guess a garbage can would do just fine." Mila placed a tucked palm underneath her chin, eyeing the man standing in front of her.

Before the man could lunge at the smirking brat, Sebastian appeared from behind quickly grabbing the infuriated man.

"Alakay don't mind her slippery tongue; she has no guts to do anything but spew some non-sense." Sebastian was now relaxing his hold against the slightly calmer guy.

Alakay was one of Alessio's finest men; a very wanted and professional assassin who was rumored to have murdered more than 10 important and well-protected figures in the span of 2 years. Though he was in his early thirties, his birth certificate did not do his appearance any justice, for Alakay looked way younger than his age with a small beard and long, messy, black hair with parted bangs.

"Oh well I can simply put an end to your aspired goals and place all of your precious hard work into waste", Mila paused before gently running the sharp glass all the way up to the inside of her arm, starting from her wrist while staring at Alessio during the entire process. "In other words, if I go down then this castle shall crumble over all of your heads as well."

"Put it down." Alessio uttered without any ounce of expression outlining his face.

Everyone stared back at Mila who only laughed in response and moved the shard higher till it reached her shoulder. With blood trailing from her left arm, Mila raised the shard and muttered a "Cheers" as she aimed to move towards her wrist.

Before she could proceed with mapping her own skin, Alakay snuck from behind her locking both of her arms behind her back as the now bloody shard cascaded on the floor in an agonizingly slow manner. As the glass shard shattered on the ground, Mila's tough, exterior shell shattered as well.

She felt absorbed in the sounds of her father calling her useless and a waste of air that she couldn't remember being held bridal style in Alessio's arms as he walked out of the hallway.