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❝Hey brother it's me, your Phoebe.❞
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"Touch me I dare you to." My eyes are deadly. The way his fingers tried to wrap around my wrist is urgent and mine to kick his balls is more urgent.
"Georgia, are you okay?" I nod my head and try to stand up.
Stephan rushes towards me, hovering my body with his yet a part of my face reveals to them which only shows the power of the lioness radiating her dominance around her territory. Touch her, and you die.
"Step away you fuckers." Stephan says calmly and tries to insert me inside the car which wasn't successful due to the stab of the knife at his back. I flinch when drops of blood blotch my face.
"Fuck." Let's welcome the Killer that I never met in my life.
His grey eyes darken and a pitch-black olive around his iris, making him look hotter. Gosh, my hormones.
He turns back kicking at the man's groin earning a scream. He snatches the knife and shoots at another target while I, being unknown to this world put my facade of being scared for which I have to scream at the typical diplomatic scene. Damn, I need popcorn.
The way he flaunts his muscles while stretching his arms and hitting his prey, let's be honest I am wet. I stand rooted in my place enjoying the view and making no moves. He lunges upon his rival pulls out the dagger from the man's back and stabs him repeatedly creating a hole.
When his eyes land on mine I inhale and close my eyes. My eyes flicker with no fear or remorse which will easily target Stephan about my feelings and I can't let that happen. I turn back and open my eyes wide trying to cry but the liquids don't come down.
"Georgia, watch out." I turn back only to crash against the knife the person held.
He smirks looking at me while I roll my eyes knowing that my sight is well hidden from this man's back. "Say hello to Hell as you are going to die."
I whisper lowly. "And say bye to yourself 'cause you soon gonna poop."
The knife is near to my skin for stabbing me but with a quick force that Stephan makes, the man's face is the beautiful structure of the hard rock oozing out blood from his face as he repeatedly hits the opponent's face against the floor. I watch the situation emotionlessly but quickly enough to bring the fear and quivering of lips to portray my emotion.
Stephan hugs me tightly and whispers, "Mi dispiace così tanto che per me tu debba affrontare queste circostanze."
(I am so sorry that for me you have to face this circumstance.)
