Introduction

Loud gun shots echoed all around in the huge mansion. Cold bodies lying unalive on the floor as we walked over those bodies to find her.

"Damn! She really is a killing machine." I heard Lorenzo's voice ringing in my ear through the earpiece.

He is right. She is a killing machine. The amount of dead bodies we crossed over and the way blood is splattered on the floor like water proves it.

"Nic, behind you!" Shawn warned me in urgency and I turned behind to look at the same girl I fell in love with, heading towards me, blood painting her face.

Before I had the time to react she jumped on me throwing a fist at my face resulting in a small cut on my lower lip. I could feel the metallic taste of blood inside my mouth.

She didn't gave me enough time to react, when she kicked me on my chest and I ended up falling down on the floor. I have no fucking idea how am I suppose to calm her down without hurting her back.

I can't attack her and she is being too fast to act defensively. Before I could stand on my feet she sat down on my lap pinning my hands above my head with her both hands.

Her hair locks falling down on my face as her now red eyes, furious with anger stared down at my face. Just by a look at her face I could tell how much she was hurting inside. All the hurt she had hold inside her was now coming out in the form of wrath. The wrath that could possibly destroy the family line of someone. 

"She will kill you, Nic!" I heard Crystal yell from behind but I couldn't think of anything to do to calm her down and the thought of anyone hurting her to save me made my blood boil.

"If she would even loose a strand of hair, I myself would rip out every fucking person's heart here." I warned everyone, struggling to get out of her grip.

Flipping our positions with the every ounce of power I have. I pinned her down beneath me, her hands locked above her head under my palm.

"Look at me, Zyra." I said in the softest voice I could manage to utter in. Her eyes softened for barely a minute before the same anger and pain rushed back into her eyes. Only if I could take all her hurt away.

And, in one quick motion when I let my gurds down for her, she had me trapped right under her body, again. Her hand roamed on my body searching for something, and her hand stopped on my waistband when she finally found the weapon she was looking for.

My gun.

No matter how much I tried to keep the gun out of her reach, she still got it. I realized how close I was to death but not even once the thought of hurting her back crossed my mind even when she had her gun aimed right at my head, between my eyes.