Cassian’s chest heaved, his face reddened with anger as he glanced at the men who had utterly betrayed him. His voice tinged with anger and deperation. “You fools! You think Klaus will treat you right? Klaus isn’t even a Moore!”
“But my husband led the clan in defeating their greatest enemy,” Morticia glared sharply, her voice cold. “While you hid and cowered in fear,”
Cassian gritted his teeth in anger, but that anger quickly turned to fear the moment the door opened.
A lifeless body fell at the threshold making Cassian gulped in fear, and Klaus stepped in, blood staining his face and black suit, making him look like a handsome devil emerging straight from hell.
Cassian trembled as Klaus approached with light yet powerful steps, an instinctive fear making him shift back. Sweat pooled his body.
Klaus’s strong arm wrapped possessively around Morticia’s waist, while his other hand gripped a gun aimed directly at Cassian’s forehead.
“Wait! Wait! Are you really going to kill me? I’m one of your strongest allies!” Cassian yelled, panicking.
Klaus tilted his head, his voice dangerously low and venomous. “Allies?” He scoffed. “You think I give a fuck about allies?”
“Please, don’t kill me!” Cassian shook his head frantically. Despite the pain in his mangled hand, he rubbed it against the other in desperation. “I’ll do anything! You just name it, I’ll do it. I won’t bother you about some stupid deal any longer, I promise!”
Klaus snickered. “I’ve been waiting for someone to fall into my trap. Someone I can use as a scapegoat to warn everyone else who dares to cross me. And you’re just perfect for that, Cassian,” a dangerous smirk gracing his lips. “I’ll show them what happens when they dare defy me.”
Cassian’s heart dropped, his lips parted in teror. What was Klaus planning to do with him?
“Your fate will be worse than death-especially because you tried to mess with my wife.”
Cassian know the unmistakable fate. He was doomed.
—
The intense fight had been going on for a while, each blow brutal. Valerie was surprisingly gaining the upper hand, something that drastically shocked Drake.
How the hell had her strikes become this strong-stronger than his, even after his years in the underworld? He couldn’t keep up with a woman?
The fuck?!
With a loud roar, Valerie sent a hard punch at his face. Drake barely managed to block it, but the impact sent him staggering, almost losing his balance.
Valerie didn’t give him a chance to recover. She continued her brutal assault, each hit filled with fury. Her move relentlessly, fuel with rage and pain.
She jumped, spinning mid-air, and sending a hard kick on his face. He hit the ground, his head slamming against the floor.
Drake coughed, blood spilling from his mouth. The pain from Valerie’s attacks was unbearable, making his limbs shake.
His breath ragged as he clenched his fist.
Valerie chuckled, tilting her head to the side. “Not much of a fighter, huh?” she mocked, spitting blood from her mouth. She stood alert, raising her fist to the air. “Get up. I’m not done with you yet.”
She needed to vent her anger-the anger that had been building since her childhood trauma, caused by the very man before her.
Drake gritted his teeth, his hand slipping into his pocket in secret, pulling out a knife. Gathering all his strength, he lunged at Valerie with lightning speed.
Valerie raised her hands, intending to block the incoming punch, but she didn’t realize he had a dagger.
It was too late for her..
The blade pierced through her palm, emerging from the back of her hand. She screamed in pain as Drake drew the dagger out of her hand, before stabbing her waist.
Her scream echoed off the walls.
*****
Klaus was already on his way to help Valerie, crossed paths with several of Cassian’s men.
“Take my wife to safety,” he ordered his men.
“Klaus,” Morticia called after him, worriedly.
“Don’t worry, Bunnie. I’ll be fine.” With that, Klaus launched into battle with Cassian’s men, backed by his own.
Grabbing the first man, Klaus sent a brutal punch to his stomach. As the man doubled over in pain, Klaus shoved his gun into his mouth and pulled the trigger. Blood sprayed everywhere.
Klaus’s knife danced in deadly precision, slashing limbs as he cut through his enemies, making his way toward Valerie.
*****
Valerie’s back hit the wall as Drake tried to stab her face. Blood dripped from the wounds he had already inflicted, her breathing ragged.
She was losing so much blood.
“Not much of a loudmouth now, are you?” Drake sneered.
“Bastard,” Valerie growled, but he pressed the knife closer, its tip grazing her cheek.
“Give up, sweetheart. I thought we’d have some fun like we did years ago… but I guess you don’t like fun,” he chuckled. Valerie’s teeth clenched, veins bulging at her temples.
“Instead,” Drake whispered, leaning closer, “I’ll go after your little Indian bitch. I’ll take her to my domain and fuck her until her womb is filled with my cum.”
That did it. Something inside Valerie snapped, her eyes burning red with rage.
With a furious growl, she twisted Drake’s wrist, forcing the knife into the wall instead.
She punched him hard in the gut, then struck his wrist, making him drop the dagger. Grabbing it, she drove it into his knee, then his arm, and finally, swiftly deep into his jaw.
“Fuck you,” she spat at Drake’s face whose eyes was wide open at the pain and shock. He collapsed lifelessly to the floor.
Valerie stared at her dead uncle, her breath coming in harsh gasps. Finally, she had given the bastard what he deserved.
Klaus appeared after cutting down several more enemies. His eyes widened when he saw her state.
“Valerie!”
She looked up at him, her vision blurring.
Then, everything went black as she collapsed to the floor.