Tʜᴇ Mᴀғɪᴀ Aɴᴅ Hᴇʀ Bᴏᴅʏɢᴜᴀʀᴅ (ɢxɢ) ᴀɴɢɪᴇ_ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

Chapter 42⚠️

"I knew that you were a bitch since the moment I saw you." Paris cursed as her teeth clenched together even harder.

Taylor let out a devilish chuckle, ignoring the insults that were directed to her. She rested her chin on Paris' shoulder from behind, like if it was a comfortable pillow. She was the one holding the gun against Paris' head. "Tie her up too." Taylor ordered the gangsters, and the gangsters followed her commands obediently.

Taylor always appeared to be innocent and naive from the outside. However, from the inside she was a total psycho.

Two gangsters tied up Paris' body against a pole. Her wrists were restrained tightly from behind with a rope. It was difficult to move or to struggle in this position. Especially because her arms encircled the long pole that reached the ceiling. Other gangsters were still aiming their guns at her. Even if she fought back, she would probably still get shot by at least one of them. She couldn't risk it, and instead, she remained still.

Taylor was satisfied seeing Paris in this helpless and useless state. With a sneer on her lips, she walked up to Parker that was still unconscious, laying on the ground. "You must really love your brother to dare to come here, knowing that you both could possibly die." Taylor said to Paris as she raised her leg, resting her heel on top of Parker's shoulder.

"Hey! What the hell are you doing, Taylor?! Stop touching my brother, will you?! You're definitely going to be dead meat if I manage to untie myself from here!" Paris shouted furiously, struggling to launch herself forward with no avail. She was tied up to this pole and she could barely even move.

Taylor turned her head to gaze at her and responded, "Make sure you free yourself first before you try to threaten me with that smart-mouth of yours that only knows how to babble nonsense." She shifted her head back to Parker after saying this, and began to kick him harshly with her heel on his stomach multiple times.

"HEY! STOP IT! AAAGH! FUCK! I'M GOING TO KILL YOU!" Paris finally snapped, and she fumed, yelling at the top of her lungs since that was all she could do right now. Frustration and desperation consumed her. She didn't want to see her brother being kicked like this, just like a garbage bag with no feelings. He didn't deserve all of this shit.

Parker's body jerked with every brutal kick that he received on the stomach. The heel thrusting on his abdomen, causing his skin to get bruised underneath the clothing. This was too unbearable to watch. Especially for Paris, who is his older sister.

Despite of the pain that Parker was receiving, his eyes were still shut. He wouldn't wake up. He was still completely unconscious. These gangsters must've given him a strong drug.

Taylor stopped kicking him after being fully satisfied again. She was enjoying the helpless screams of Paris but she was starting to get bored of them already. Might as well kill them both now and finish the job.

*SLAP*

Just when Taylor was about to shot Parker with the gun, her body was turned around abruptly, and a blow landed aggressively on her cheek. The slap sound resonated inside of the warehouse with an echo, leaving all of the gangsters dumbstruck at once, but they didn't dare to move forward to attack the person that had just entered the scene.

This person was Venus, she had finally arrived to the scene to help. Or at least, that's what Paris wanted to believe.

The gun in Taylor's hand fell to the ground as faint tears formed in her hazel eyes. She held her cheek with a trembling hand. That side of her face was bright red and burning from the slap she just received. "What did I do w-wrong? I thought we were a team, Venus. I was just trying to h-help you." Her voice was shaking as a tear rolled slowly from her eye, to her cheek, and down to her chin. Taylor could even taste a little bit of blood inside of her mouth too.