" 𝙷𝚎'𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚎𝚊𝚌𝚎 𝙸 𝚌𝚛𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚘𝚝𝚒𝚌 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚍. 𝙷𝚎'𝚜 𝚔𝚎𝚎𝚙𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚖𝚎 𝚜𝚊𝚗𝚎 "
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ALLYN POV:
When I opened my eyes, the first person I saw was Lydia King.
I was in an unknown place, lying on an unknown bed. I looked around panicked but the grey-painted room was unfamiliar to me.
And I was here, trapped with no other but Lydia King, staring at me with a grin on her pale face.
And as much as I didn't want it, unpleasant memories immediately rushed into my mind like a hurricane, reminding me of everything that happened the last time I was conscious.
Theo Stone is dead. Maddox King pulled the trigger with no hesitation, Theo's body fell on the ground and bled to death in front of my eyes. Oh My Freaking God.
This feels like one horrible nightmare. I wanted to wake up from this madness.
But every time I blinked, hoping to wake up from this nightmare- I was still in this room with Lydia King staring at me like a psycho.
This is the freaking reality and Lydia King was leaning against the wall across from me, knife in one hand, a greasy smile on her lips, as she watched me fully vulnerable and helpless.
"It was about damn time," she said in an amused voice, twirling the knife around her finger "I was getting bored"
How the hell did I even end up here? How the fuck Maddox managed to get me out of the mansion without the guards or my father catching him first? He's like a fucking shadow, hidden in the dark, haunting you.
I looked around the room trying to find some way out, but I only heard Lydia's dark laugh in return, bringing my attention back to her.
"I know what you're thinking about. You better not " she threatened with a sigh, her eyes on the knife she was playing with "I'll kill you before you make even a step"
Her eyes held nothing but the harsh truth. I clenched my jaw, realizing just how fucked up I really am.
My body was weak, I had no strength and I was trapped in this damn room with one of the greatest assassins in the world, who would love to see me dead.
What an irony.
"Where am I?" I asked, my voice quiet and tired, and she was barely holding back her smile.
"Somewhere safe" she mumbled unpleasant by her own answer ''My brother is dumb enough to save your fucking ass''
I laughed. The bitch has a sense of humor.
"I should have killed you when I had the chance" I muttered, feeling anger fueling my body. I should known better.
''You should have" she agreed, sitting on the chair across from me, challenging me with her grin ''But you're too weak to do that."
And the bitch was right more than ever.
I am weak and it's my weakness that will kill me.
MADDOX POV:
"Maddox stop this madness now" my annoying brother said, filling the silence in the room, and his gaze was absorbed into me, more urgent and demanding than usual. He almost convinced me, but almost. "Are you trying to kill us all?"
"Watch your fucking tone, brother" I reminded him, sipping from scotch in my hand, letting the strong drink burn my throat "You're coming uninvited on my territory, trying to give me orders. Not a smart move"
"You starting a war"
"The war started a long time ago" I interrupted, turning to him sharply. He has some nerves, coming here, bossing me around.
I saw him clench his jaw and his hands turned curled a fists. I followed his movements with my gaze, my lips curled into a tight smirk, reading his mind like an open book. My big brother wants to hit me, it was written all over his face, but he knows damn well he can't do this shit. He knows that even if he tries it won't end well for him, that's why he just stood there and kept silent, burning holes into my body with his eyes. I almost laughed at his face.
"Release her" he tried to convince me again, sounding even more demanding and that shit is pissing me off "It doesn't have to end with blood"
I've always admired Angelo. He's always been the more reasonable one of us, the softer one. The King who will think of a reasonable way to handle a situation first before flipping to violence.
And me? I go straight to violence. He's dumb and blinded enough to think that a reasonable way is leading to success. It doesn't.
Violence, and fear- that's what earns you respect in our world, but my stupid brother hasn't figured it out yet. He has to burn his ass for real to understand this shit. He's useless.
"Leave my property, brother" I muttered, sipping from my drink again, turning my back on him. This conversation was pointless anyway. "This has nothing to do with you"
"You're keeping my fucking fiancee against her will in your fucking house" he yelled from behind me, his voice deeper, stronger drawing my attention. He was breathing heavily, his eyes were darkened glued to me. "It has everything to do with me"
"Ex-fiancée" I corrected him quickly, my voice harsher than needed. He's one step away from meeting my dark side. "Select your words more carefully, Angelo. You're playing with my patience"
"I can fix all of this" he tried to convince me and I laughed shaking my head. Stupid idiot. "I can save our family, I can stop this fucking war. The only thing I want from you is to let Allyn go and I'll set up a meeting with her father. Now that Theo Stone is out of the picture, the chance of Mikael giving me her hand in marriage is high. They are vulnerable right now.''
And that was all it takes to make me snap of my sanity. I see fucking red in front of me.
In a split second, I had Angelo pinned against the nearby wall, squeezing his throat so hard I could feel him choking for air around my fingers. He was trying to push me away, but he had no chance against me. I could see the veins on his face rising in his attempts to take a breath, which I was declining.
I tried to be fucking good, I really tried my best, but Angelo just wanted to test my fucking bad side.
He should be careful what he says on my territory. He is in no position to come and give me orders, especially to have the audacity to involve Allyn in this.
He should know better than that. He can't bring her into this. Not her.
I could hear my name coming out of him mouthing like a whisper mixed with choking as I watched the life slowly drain from Angelo's eyes, whether he lived or not was up to me. I got so close to his face, our foreheads were touching, his words on repeat in my mind. I wanted him to look me in the eyes as I say my next words so that he could stick them up into his stupid fucking head if he wanted to get out of here alive.
"I won't let you touch her again, brother. She's not yours, never was" I spat in his face, I knew he couldn't answer me, he was too busy fighting for his life "I'm not a patient man, neither good. I don't care you're my blood, keep provoking me and you'll end up dead just like the others''
After I was sure he had taken in every fucking word I said and I saw his face getting blank as a ghost, I pulled away from him, giving him the much-needed air. He coughed deeply falling to the ground, holding himself by the neck where I could see my fingerprints in red marked on his skin.
I felt no guilt, more like disappointed that I let him live after using his tongue so sharply against me.
Theo Stone was not so lucky to live another day. He really thought I would let him marry Allyn but for some time I let him fool himself with that thought, It was hilarious. I loved seeing the confidence on his face throughout the masquerade ball, holding my girl in his arms like she belonged to him.
He liked her, I can tell, and frankly, I can't fucking blame him for that. She's chaos and pure beauty intertwined together. Powerful enough to destroy you, innocent enough to fool you. But this idiot wasn't capable of dealing with the fire inside her. He wanted to tame it, I wanted to let it burn the world to the ground.
He couldn't even kiss her as she needed to be kissed. He held her in his arms so gently, as if he was afraid of hurting her, afraid that she'd fall apart, he kissed her as if she were made of cotton.
Allyn needs more. She desires more. She wants the pain, she wants it rough, she's the type of girl who gets turned on by that. The only way to deal with a woman like her is to subdue her. And he was unable to do it.
That's why he died. If he hadn't laid hands on her, maybe I would have thought about it and let him live. Maybe.
Angelo is breathing right now only because he was my brother, my blood, otherwise, he was going to keep Theo Stone's dead body company by now.
"You can't keep me away from her forever, Maddox" he said, still coughing and finding the strength to talk. It's pathetic. And he thinks he's capable of dealing with a woman like Allyn? I think not. "She is not your property"
A dark grin settled on my face. Oh brother, if only you knew.
But maybe it's time for him to find out who Allyn Romano belongs to. Maybe it's time to put our cards on the table and reveal all of our dirty little secrets. He's secrets too.
If he wants to play this game with me, who am I to say no? I love playing games. Especially when I know I'm going to win.
I nodded to the guards sitting by the door, giving them commands. They are loyal to me, they would do anything I say.
That's exactly why they didn't hesitate before one of them trapped Angelo in his arm and the other needed to hit him one time in the face to put him to sleep, his body falling to the ground unconscious.
Maybe a normal person would feel bad for doing something like this to their own blood, part of their family. Maybe a normal person will feel regret while staring at his brother lying unconscious because of him. But not me.
Not when it comes to Allyn. Not after everything Angelo did behind my back.
ALLYN POV:
My endless attempts to break away from this room were unsuccessful. The room was locked and secured well enough to make sure I would rot in here if they wanted me to. It was freaking pointless to fight at this point.
But still, giving up? That's not me. I'll die trying rather than surrender.
I was locked alone in this room after Lydia's visit. She was more than happy to see me in this helpless position.
My nightmares are turning into reality, and my weakness once again played a bad sick joke on me.
My feelings too. My feelings for Maddox are the reason I'm in this situation in the first place. Dumbass.
If I just let my father kill him, none of this would have happened, but I couldn't. Even now, If I have to go back I would do the same thing. I would save him and suffer myself than let him die. Feelings are weakness and my feelings for Maddox are the biggest ones.
And while my thoughts were occupied by Maddox, as if they turned into reality once Maddox busted into the room, his eyes found mine immediately.
I took a few steps back, hitting the wall from behind, my eyes glued to his dark features as he's eyes darkened even more, lowering down on my body, hidden behind nothing but a long white shirt.
For a second, I saw his eyes soften seeing me, but he quickly covered it up by moving his gaze away from me.
But I couldn't take my eyes off him, I was hypnotized.
But then my attention was torn from him, as two men dressed in black walked through the door, throwing a body of a man to the ground landing close to Maddox's feet.
I couldn't see much, except that his hands and legs were tied with a rope.
The pain he felt could be heard in his groans, echoing through the room and when he rolled to the side, I froze in place.
The man lying on the ground, tied with a rope was Angelo King, helplessly lying on the ground.
Maddox gave him a fast look, his eyes devoid of emotion before he moved his gaze to me and his lips curled into a wicked grin, making my stomach turn upside down. Only the devil can look this good, right before he takes your soul.
"Time to play a little game, princess" he mumbled, his voice dark and deep giving me goosebumps before moving his gaze to his brother on the ground tied up "And Angelo will be our guest of honour "