Chapter 2

Age doesn't determine braveness.

Little Miss Motivational Speaker was now pinned down with no way to escape. Ten minutes should have gone by and I'm sure Elle should be gone by now, worried sick about me.

"Who are you and why are you in my bedroom with a knife?" He takes the gun from my back pocket and throws it at the side of the bed. "And a gun?"

"Don't be dumb. I'm a serial killer." I mumble through the bed since my face was practically also pinned to it. I struggled my hand out of his grasp but another problem was he was kneeling beside me on the bed, pinning my neck to the bed too.

"I know one when I see one. Now tell me who the fuck who truly are?"

I feel his hand continuously tighten and loosen on me like he was trying to be gentle. "Don't go easy on me," I warn him. "Because I won't go easy on you when you free me."

He's quiet for a moment then his hands leave me. Thinking I'm free, I move to quickly grab my gun and shoot at him, but then I gasp and bounce back to the bed when he turns me upward and pins me with my hands above my head.

His eyes narrow like he is studying me then they adjust back to their usual form. "Bianca." His voice called out in a low tone and I wondered if he knew me.

"Nice to meet you, and you are?" I raise a brow waiting for his answer as I as well study his dark blue eyes and chiseled jaws. I watched his mouth twitch with disgust, but that didn't matter since I was busy staring at his lips. They were plump and pink. Too pretty for a man who could play with guns and knives. I expected a scar. I would have been attracted then. Too bad.

"I knew you weren't to be trusted." He stared deadly at me as he spoke and I wondered what he knew about me that wasn't so trusting.

"You know nothing." I didn't know him but the fact he jumped to the conclusion was what hurt me. My words were stern and I ensured my face was likewise. In a game of revenge, I knew better than to let out or show how I felt.

He opens his mouth to speak but the door badges open. He looks away from me at the door and I'm quick to pull my hand away from his to grab my knife and stab his lap.

"Fuck." He tries to reattack but I grab my gun. Before I could bring it into contact with his head, Elle shoots at him. I don't where. I didn't care to know where. I quickly stood and rushed out of the door with Elle.

I heard footsteps running. We shot every guard who came our way as we headed to the secret door. I startle and Elle lets out a screeching sound as a bullet hits the door just as we shut it.

"Hurry. Hurry." We fastened our legs to the stairs which led to the exit door. We thought we had escaped. We thought we were free until a blow came crashing down my face. Elle is kicked to the ground before they do the same to me. guards surround us and our weapons are taken from us.

I stare at the familiar shadow cast on the ground by the street light. I look up from the ground at Salvatore. He walks to me and slaps me. He doesn't touch Elle but focuses on me.

My breathing heavied in anger. I nibbled on the inside flesh of my bottom lip, controlling myself from spilling my hatred for him.

"Bitch." He moved closer to me, taking a handful of my hair as he squatted to my level. "Stupid of you to think you could run after trying to kill my son."

I was shocked but I didn't show it. I only knew of Salvatore's two sons and a daughter. I didn't know he had three sons. I frowned in pain at how tight he held onto my hair. He was never easy on me. In his room and now, it made no difference. "He was only an idiot for underestimating me."

"A Lucchese can never be an idiot. You are the idiot for walking into Nicolas's room, thinking you can successfully execute your plans. Stupid girl. All you're good at is moans and playing in the red room, don't try to play with bullets and blades."

I couldn't hold it anymore. I spat on his face. I hear Elle gasps beside me and the cocking of the guard's guns. Salvatore raised his hand to signal them to put down their guns, his eyes not diverting from mine.

He stared at me with disgust and hate. None I've ever seen in all my years with him.

I hear the door behind me open and close. I look behind Salvatore as his son, Nicolas, from what I heard, walks to stand across Elle but faces my direction. He looked perfectly fine and while he walked, I saw him leap a bit, it wasn't too obvious. I could only notice because I was the one who had stabbed him there.

I still wondered why he looked unharmed when Elle had shut him. He probably had a bulletproof on.

Our eyes meet and I look away to study his face again. My eyes move to Salvatore then at him again. I had missed it then but I saw it now. His small nose and blue eyes. They were all gotten from Salvatore. But why haven't I known or seen him until now?

"You'll get punished for this. I won't spare you mi Angelo."

"Do your worst Salvatore. Being in your red room has already been enough punishment for me."

"I was warned about you." He said in a calm but rugged voice.

"You could have listened." I say before he can speak further.

"You ungrateful bitch." He gritted his teeth and tightened his hold on my hair but I don't squeech. "I could have left you on the street after the death of your parents.

I swallowed. He was about to make me look like pity and make me look like I betrayed him, but I was not buying it. "My parents would have been proud of me then than now." I move closer to his face, close enough for our lips to touch. We were now breathing the same air and I loved it. Loved it cause he successfully turned me into a monster and I was glad to know what couldn't kill him, wouldn't kill me. "Fuck you, Salvatore." That is all I say.

I watch his expression turn rigid. If looks could kill, I wouldn't be dead because I had a bulletproof on and he hated it at that moment. My smile.

"Take her away." He says and lets go of my hair. I stare at him till two of the guards walk to stand me to my feet. I look at Elle and frown. She wasn't spoken to and that was off. Not that I wanted her to be in as much danger as I am but Salvatore would never spare us, especially since we planned this together. Maybe they will attend to her when I leave.

I drop my smile as the guards drag me through the door. I knew where they were taking me and I was ready to face my fate. It was a bloody night I at least enjoyed but the man's blood I needed the most wasn't spilled. It only motivated me to do my worst.