Elena;
“What do you mean, you found the snitch? What are you talking about?” Angelo yelled out, his voice echoed around the room, as he stood.
I noticed how his body became suddenly tensed, his fists clenched by his sides as he awaited his men’s response.
I couldn’t help but release a little sigh of relief when I heard those words from Dominic.
Right at this moment, my brain could no longer process any other stuff.
I was drifting in and out of consciousness as the scenarios played in the room. At some point, I could see Angelo storm off out of the room, and a few moments later, I heard a gunshot.
Multiples, to be exact. Making me flinch and my heart speed up.
The next thing I knew, I was being scooped up by strong arms.
A few hours later, I found myself back in his room. A man in white clothing; a doctor I presumed, was checking my vitals while I gulped down a bottle of water.
The last activities were a blur, but I couldn’t take my mind off the way Angelo had shot one of his men, in cold blood.
Apparently, they found the snitch. The person who had been communicating with the gang of the man from the club.
They were trying to infiltrate his mansion and retrieve incriminating evidence on Angelo, as well as the stuff he had taken from them.
I saw the look in his eyes when he realized he had been wrong all this while, accusing me of what I didn’t do.
He was sitting beside the bed, his eyes on me, as I stared.
There were blood stains on his white shirt, which I could guess was from the person he had killed.
The doctor left, and he stood, “Feeling better now,?”
Anger surged through me at the question he just asked, and I found myself trying to control my raging heartbeat.
Forcing myself to stare up at him, I let my eyes roam over his body, observing the way the shirt clung to his skin, my eyes settling more on the blood stains on the shirt.
The jeans he wore were hung low on his hips, revealing the barrel of the gun he placed there.
The gun I was sure he had just used to murder someone.
Would that have been me? I wondered.
What if they hadn’t found the real snitch?
Would be have blinked an eye before pulling the trigger straight to my chest?
I doubt he wouldn’t though. A man like Angelo doesn’t go against his principles. Leaving now alive, for a crime he thought I had committed was like going against everything he ever believed in.
Before I could get a hold of myself, I had snatched the gun from his waist, and now, kneeling on the bed, I pointed to him.
The surprise on his face was comical, his brows raising higher as he stared between me and the gun in my hands.
“You have no fucking right to treat me this way, you motherfucker!” The gun felt heavy in my hands. My hands trembled, but I placed another hand on it, raising my shoulder as I pointed at him.
“That is where you are wrong, sweetheart,” he chuckled, not seeming the least fazed by it.
He took a step forward until he was standing directly in front of me, “I own you, Elena. And I have every “fucking” right to do to you as I so please. If you think you could scare me by pointing my gun at me, you are sorely mistaken.” He chuckled loudly.
No, he was mistaken.
This time, he was standing so close, that the gun was pointing directly at his chest, and I tightened my hold on it.
My fingers were trembling as I positioned them close to the trigger. My heart, beating faster than normal, as rage consumed me.
I could easily pull the trigger right now. The look in his eyes showed myrrh like he found the scenario amusing.
He knows I actually won’t pull the trigger. That I couldn’t.
He knows that beyond the tough girl exterior, I always portray, it took a whole lot for me to even wedge a gun in my hands at the moment.
But what he doesn’t know, was that my hatred for him at this moment surpasses every fear I have of him.
I would be doing the whole world a favor by ending his life right now. I knew it.
“You think you can just… save me, starve me, lock me up, and then bring me into your room like nothing happened?”
“You think you can just claim ownership of me and treat me like a fucking lap dog because it pleases you?”
His eyes darkened as he replied, “Yes, Elena. I owe you for the period of our agreement. It is my choice to do whatever I want with you, be it locking you up or starving you. I would do that and a lot more because you are mine. Mine to use as I desire. Mine to torture. Mine to fuck!”
And just like that, memories of the first time we met seeped into my head.
How he had fucking placed me on that ridiculous machine that heir drilling into me for the stupid sex experiment stuff.
Letting in a shaky breath, I stared right into his eyes, and before he, nor I, could process it, I pulled the fucking trigger.