In a swift second, I smashed the mushroom can to his face.“Fuck!” He hissed, staggering a bit back while straightening his nose.Grabbing the knife by the counter, I pushed him against the refrigerator and pressed it daringly to his throat.“What the hell do you want?” I seethed angrily.He looked at me almost surprised and suddenly began to chuckle, “I’m impressed with your baby face.”I frowned.Vitaly abruptly flipped me around and pushed me vigorously against the counter. My stomach hit the edge and ached in pain.“Ooh, sorry there, kiddo.” He laughed and pressed my front on the top of the counter while his hand grazed over my behind.“Don’t touch me!” I hissed, struggling to move, but he was too strong.“What a cute little ass you have.”“Let go of me!” I tried to kick but again, it was useless.Before I could have said another word, I yelped as I felt a sharp, sudden slap on my ass.“So, that’s how I shut you up.” He chuckled and did it again.This time it was worse.“S-stop!”
I stood up in shock as my heart raced a thousand times per second.“Rebecca!” I caught her attention and pointed to our answer.She gave a soft happy sob and jumped from the sofa.The only problem was that the vent was high up. “Doesn’t the vent also lead out to the front lobby?” I asked, hoping that she’d say yes.“I believe it does.”That was good enough.With a sigh of relief, we pushed the sofa closer to reach the vent, but it was too high for us to reach.“It’s no use.” She frowned.“Get on my back, you’ll be able to reach it.”“Are you crazy? I’ll trample you!”“I’m not as weak as you think,” I scoffed, “Just hop on.”“And what about you?”“At least we know one of us would get out alive.”“Becky!” She scolded, “Don’t joke like that!”“Becca, I’m not joking. This is my fight, not yours. I don’t want you involved with this. The last person I got involved— I regret it every second.”“Becky Mia Grey, I’m not freaking leaving you! You said it yourself, we are not best friends, we’re
I thought about what he said for a moment and I felt guilty, but then again, I was in this mess because of him as well. So basically, we’re in this crap together. “Fine.” I pouted and hugged the clothes to my chest with a sigh as I stood up. Walking towards the bathroom, I stopped in place and frowned. “What’s wrong?” Sinister asked in that warm winter voice of his. “Sinister,” I breathed turning back at him, “This place, Vitaly, those people… they’re-“ He looked at me almost in a challenge to continue. “They’re Rosalie’s family, aren’t they?” When he didn’t answer, my fear was confirmed. “They want to kill me, don’t they?” My panic flared once again. “They’ll do no such thing.” He scowled, “ Not as long as I’m alive.” Somehow that seemed to comfort me yet worry me at the same time. Not for my life, but for his. “Now go.” He finished, “I’ll be here when you’re done.” Nodding in agreement, I headed to the shower and quickly got dressed in the soft clothes I was given. I bru
~*~“You filthy bastard!” I spat.“Becky!” Sinister’s cold voice perfumed through the air.“How dare you?!” Diana scowled at me as she ran towards her brother’s side.I ignored the little girl and locked my eyes dangerously with Vitaly as I clutched his shirt vigorously, “Where is she? Tell me! What the hell did you do to her? Vitaly!”“Becky,” Sinister’s voice was suddenly near me and I felt his presence at my side trying to calm me, although it was futile.“Sin - he… he has Rebecca. He has her, Sinister.” I frantically replied in frustration, “He has Rebecca.”“Calm down.”“I can’t calm down! Oh God, I can’t! He has my best friend, who knows what he did to her!”“I have no idea what you’re talking about.” Vitaly chuckled.“You’re a liar!” I exclaimed.“Vitaly,” Amala began calmly as she walked towards us with Veronica at her side, “Do you have anything to do with what the girl is saying?”“Me, mother?” He scoffed, “No.”“There. My son has given his words.”Was she serious?“Your son
~*~ "Fuck, woman. I'm right here. I can hear you. No need to scream in my ear." He answered obviously pissed. "I'm sorry, I just..." *Nothing would happen to your friend. I assure you of that. If Vitaly got a hold of her then she not too long arrived at the trap house." "Well, good." "The level of trust you have in me is beyond words, sweetheart." He chuckled. *Well, men are men. You can't trust them, period." Vitaly laughed and for some odd reason made me suddenly get these pleasing goosebumps. Rubbing my arms back to normal, he glimpsed at me. “Are you cold?” "No." I shrugged. "Oh," he smiled wickedly, "You're just turned on, I see.'" “Excuse me?" I scowled, feeling pissed at his bluntness. "You know, I find it hard to believe that you're single." "Really? And why is that so hard to believe?" I teased. “No reason." "Well of course there's none because you say things without making any sense." I smiled. *But really, I'm curious about you. Don't you wa
~*~ With a sigh, he looked at me almost tiredly and undid my seatbelt, “Just please for God's sake listen to me when I tell you what to do inside there." “Absolutely!" I smiled and got out of the vehicle. The place was cold, dark, and smoky. Of course, it was from the heavy smokers that loitered around. I walked closely next to Sinister as he instructed and followed him to the receptionist. Now that I looked around the place a bit more, it seemed like a five-story motel. Although, it was quite eerie for my taste. A strange man with the most crooked teeth bedazzled with silver and gold grinned at me as he walked past us and I grabbed Sinister’s hand unconsciously. A few seconds passed and Salvatore shrugged away from my contact. "Don't do that here, Grey. People will think I've gone soft. The last thing I need is that reputation." He stated, his voice filled with irritation. Upon arriving at the receptionist, Sinister frowned. “Archer. Where is he?" "I believe Mr. Devereux h
~*~ It happened so quickly that I had no time to even scream. My throat ached and my heart felt like it was suddenly punctured. Fear shot throughout my body in a flash of agony. I turned around to be suddenly calmed by Sinister. "Relax, I'm not hurt." He said as he cupped my frightened face. His eyes drifted to the man who aimed and he gave a smirk. What the hell was happening? I thought he was shot. Trying to calm myself, I noticed a man lying in a pool of blood behind Sinister. "I have to admit that was a damn good shot, Devereux." “We aren't strangers, Salvatore. It's the least I could do." He chuckled. *What?" I panicked almost embarrassingly as I turned back around to see the fine stranger with his icy blue eyes towards us. “Archer Devereux," he stated with a gentle smile. It was the kind of smile I longed to see. I was tired of all the smirks and grins I was getting these days. It was nice to see something genuine for once. Or at least, I hope it was. There
~*~"He was here." I breathed, unsure of how I should feel. My brother was here.Sinister’s eyes shot to the slightly opened balcony door and he neared it threateningly while keeping a hold on his gun.Swiftly pushing it open, he frowned. “Nothing.""Sinister, what are we going to do now?"I sighed hopelessly as I sat on the chair, Daniel was here. It feels as if we're so close yet so far.""Time's running out. I need that file.""What is it even about?"*Nothing you should be concerned about." He stated harshly.“Fine. You don't have to be so rude, dipshit. At least we got back Becca." I smiled thankfully.“I wouldn't count that as a win, Angel. If Vitaly finds out that she's not where he wants her to be then your friend over there would be shitting rainbows.""She needs to get out of here." I panicked.“The safest place right now for her won't be with you."“Thanks, I feel so safe now." I rolled my eyes, "She has family in Canada. Do you think that-""It’ll do for now. She should le