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NO REDEMPTION FOR THE WICKED
~GEMINI~
I’m about to stab my worst enemy.
The man who’s always craved to be rid of my existence.
I don’t think fast enough to acknowledge when my hand flicks forward, intending to murder the first threat to enter my line of vision.
Never in a million years did I consider facing my bully since kindergarten in an abandoned warehouse in Leighton Forest Manor.
Tell this to anyone and they would mock me for having a fourteen-year grudge against a miserable boy with daddy issues, but this ‘little boy’ was the reason why I begged to be homeschooled.
Only got my way because Emma wanted to be homeschooled because she thought it was prestigious to do so.
If only I was the favorite child and not the fake replacement.
I wouldn’t still have the cigarette burns on my back that I had to blend with a tattoo to replace the sizzling phantom pain that haunts me, even today.
The swift movement of another pulls me out of my pulsing need for bloodshed. It’s replaced by the urgency to defend myself as the shadow movement of another not only manages to catch the blade with his bare hands but is seconds from taking me down.
To drill that very blade into my flesh.
All my training rushes into action. I have my dagger out from my strap and clashing with my newfound enemy. Kicking him in the ribs just seems like the perfect opportunity to make him bend forward, but the brutal hit only makes him chuckle before he grabs my other arm and uses his strength to his advantage to take me down.
It’s only a second of frightening adrenaline before I’m turning us over with a loud grunt and proceeding to dodge and attempt to slash at this man with everything I’ve got.
There’s no need to focus on anything else pulsing around us.
All I do is shift left, then right, moving to my enemy’s parade as he thrives on this thrashing urge to kill his prey.
We’re breathless, our moves coming more sluggish and risk for error, which is why I use my swiftness to my advantage. With an odd twist of my wrist, I not only manage to get his blade out of his grasp, but I catch his other hand that’s trying to catch my throat.
He stills the moment the tip of my blade dares to touch the back of his hand.
I don’t know what comes over me. Whether it’s the vivid shock in those eyes of his, which are as red as my dress, or the realization a woman was just about to stab his hand. Whatever it is, it’s piercing enough to stop me from instinctively hurting him.
I don’t like that.
“C’mon now,” he encourages with a sense of glee that leaves me more confused by our predicament. He soundshappyto be beneath me.To be at my mercy.“Finish what you started, Dolcezza. Enjoy spilling the blood of a Ruthless King.”
Ruthless… King?
All it takes is those specific words to suddenly click in my brain.
To make me realize what I just committed.
Shit.
“You’re— AH!” I haven’t heard a scream escape my lips in a long while, leaving me even more surprised because our positions are now reversed.
This cynical ‘King’ now has me pinned beneath him, my wrists all but in his domain of power as he grips them tight enough to hurt. His left knee is right between my legs, firmly pressing where he hopes would create a reaction that dances between fear and anger.
Those red eyes monitor my every movement. Every breath.Every tremor. Every bead of sweat that rolls down my drenched face.
He’s taking me in, inch by inch. All the fine details of my body, drumming with adrenaline to get out of this situation. It’s taking everything to remain frozen. To stay still and submit to the men I was supposed to introduce myself to.
