Esztar Is Falling

C H A P T E R 77

"I give you half a second to move away from my girl or else I'm gonna empty this entire gun into your head." Rafael screamed, giving me a headache.

Harri quickly moved from top of me and helped me up.

"I'm not your girl."

"Yes you are."

"And who the fuck you think you are to make that decision?"

"The boss, señorita."

"Puh-lease!" I snorted. "You aren't even important enough for your enemies to kill you."

"I think we're getting carried away." Harri raised his hand up.

"You make no sense, Vittoria."

"And you will make no babies if you don't make this place devoid of your obstinate presence in two fucking microseconds."

"You won't do that." He smirked, knocking a man while his eyes we're still trained on me.

"Um, boss.. I wouldn't take that threat lightly." Harri advised in utmost sincerity.

"See? I suggest you learn something from him."

"Shut up, Vittoria." Rafael growled, throwing daggers at me.

"Or what huh?" I pushed him back. "What will you do."

"This."

His warm hands roughly grabbed my waist only to shove me against the kitchen island. His hungry lips met my starving ones and a new kind of battle erupted altogether. The chaos around me muted and all I could hear was our heavy breaths as we fought for dominance.

"I hate you, Rafael." I mumbled between the kisses.

"Show me how much you hate me." He whispered huskily.

The power struggle got more fierce. He lifted me up and perched me on the island while his mouth traveled down to my neck.

"Rafael!" I hissed in pain mixed with pleasure as he sucked the sensitive skin on my collar bone, the tattoo now carrying a hickey over it.

"Hmm." He smirked, satisfied with his work. "Femme fatale."

I snapped out of my daze. We were in there middle of a fight for heavens sake! Besides, I wasn't going to forgive him this time.

I looked around and found us to be alone in here with the kitchen door closed. The sounds from outside continued.

"Move." I pushed him away and retrieved my favorite weapon from the bottommost shelf— a sword.

"Are you two done?" Harri rolled his eyes. "I killed three lads so that they don't disturb you. Thank me later."

"... No, that's cheating, Oliver." Alli whined from the living room.

Rafael and I exchanged confused glances.

"Everything is fair in love and war, baby. And this is both." The grandpa sassed, simultaneously fighting with the enemies. "I'm one point ahead of you."

"Why don't I kill you and we become even?" She spat.

They're playing who-killed-the-most in the middle of an attack. Unbelievable!

But can I really say that after the kitchen incident?

"You can't always win, Alle. Learn to- what are you doing with a freaking sword, muffin?"

"Trying to cut my birthday cake. What do you think I'm doing?" I spun around, slashing a throat, his blood splattering on my face.

"Eek! That's some Carrie White shit." Alli screeched.