A Dangerous Woman

Chapter 11

Aidan Romano

My head was loudly throbbing as I adjusted myself from the delightful surprise attack. 

Out of the corner of my strained eyes, I noticed Luca quickly attempting to cover his previously panicked face, as he quickly threw himself into action.

He rushed to aid me in the problem, that is this girl and her inability to just stay still.

However, he and any help he could have given, was instantaneously removed from the situation, as I watched through a concussed vision, the harpy of a woman gracefully leapt up enabling her to wrap her long legs around his neck and lever her weight, in order to throw Luca to the ground. 

Luca smashed his head against the floor and his eyes closed shut upon impact to the ground.

Her landing was cat-like. She then flipped her head up, making direct eye contact with me. She tilted her head slightly and smiled. Her smile was beautiful, seductive and full of insanity. 

Her beauty taunting me.

Giving me little time to recognise the situation, she launched at me, throwing a hard knee at my ribs. I was just able to block her attack in time.

Already adjusting to my block, she ripped her knee away before I could grab it, using the same momentum to slam her fist into my face. 

The pain rattling through my skull.

I quickly recovered as the newly ignited rage fuelled my numbness. As she stepped back to launch at me again, I adapted to the space and kicked her in the middle of the chest.

Her petite frame not allowing much stability against the power of my kick, she flew backwards and slammed against the back wall, completely winded.

Blood trickled from her mouth but she was quick to wipe the blood off her face using the back of her hand, all in a testament that she was fine. She managed a slight smirk to show. 

My attraction for her felt as though it was radiating from me. She was completely battered and despite taking even more damage, she smirked in the face of competition. My heart raced at her beautifully dangerous face.

I sprinted towards her, breaking out of the enchantment but deeply underestimated her ability. As I'm inches away, she twisted away to her left, avoiding me completely and causing me to run into the wall.

She then scrambled to her feet as she sprinted past me to the exit. I could not help but be disappointed by her actions as they implied, she was forfeiting the fight that I had been thoroughly enjoying.

Using my height advantage, I leapt forward and grabbed onto her ankle which caused her to fall onto her front. Her arms instinctively wrapped around her broken ribs as she fell, to limit the impact to them and saving herself the pain.

She kicked my hand off of her and continued to sprint away, yanking the basement door open and sharply turn to her right.

I rushed after her, knowing I couldn't let her get away.

Blaise Taylor

I mistakenly turned my head to see behind me, only to view a pissed off Aidan gaining on me, his massive legs creating strides that would be equal to three of mine.

Ironically his face was the picture of beauty but I knew he was the devil.

It pained me to run away from him and therefore from a fight, but I wanted to survive and, in my condition, beating him was unlikely.

I had to be strategic to live and fight another day.

I felt the throbbing pain all over my body slowly becoming numb as the adrenaline took over, yet the stab wound in my hand was becoming a particular problem for my will to continue through its continuation of sharp pains.

The swelling in my face was only increasing which subsequently was reducing my ability to see, meaning my disadvantages were only growing and the chance of me escaping alive, was decreasing by the second.

Through previous realisation, I knew I was in a basement meaning I was looking for stairs. I finally spot a set after throwing open a door.

I clambered up the stairs but stupidly missed a step and smacked my shin upon the edge, a low hiss left my mouth but I forced myself to continue running. The threat of Aidan catching me, becoming ever present.

I couldn't outrun him; I was very aware of this fact. I was faster than him normally but my injuries were causing a resistance to every step I took.

I had to hide.

I had made it to the floor above the basement and was sprinting down a corridor. I made a conscious effort to avoid making eye contact with the people I was passing.

I heard Aidan's deep voice echo down the hall, "Where the f**k did you go?"

I was mixing into the crowd of people and trying my chances on every door along the corridor, hoping one was open.

Eventually, I pushed down the handle of a door and it opened with ease, I slipped inside.

It was dark, but feeling around, I could tell by the desk and the shelves, that it was an office of some kind.

I slowed my breathing as I forcibly decreased my panic.

I decided to use my time of hiding effectively and tried to find a weapon. I searched the desk blindly and started tugging at the drawers in the desk.

The first draw was locked but the second opened with a squeak. Inside was a small pocket knife, a formidable weapon for someone who knew how to use it. I stuffed it my cleavage.

I waited for what seemed like hours, crouched in the corner of the room. I'd found an expensive bottle of bourbon collecting dust upon the bottom shelf and used it disinfect my wounds as well as drinking from it, to numb to pain.

Feeling able to move again, I finally opened the door.

I start casually walking down the corridor, blending in, until I hear someone yelling.

I swiftly turn to see what was happening, and my eyes fall upon Luca.

My feet start moving a little faster but as I turn my head back around to face in front of me, I run straight into a hard object.

I looked up slightly to find myself face to face with none other than Aidan. The cliché was killing me.

His hands quickly wrap around my neck as he shoves me against the wall, lifting me off my feet.

I claw at his hands trying to loosen his grip.

My vision starting to blacken as the lack of oxygen was starting to affect my consciousness.

"You're a real intriguing mystery of a woman, your beauty makes it a shame I have to end this now." He taunts.

If I had the ability to, I'd roll my eyes. I spot

Luca, now stood behind Aidan looking straight at me. His expression was different and I couldn't work out what it meant nor did I have time to.

My hands with a complete loss of strength, hung loosely by my side. This was able to fed Aidan's ego by convincing him he had won and he loosened his grip, which provided me with the distraction I needed to use the last of my strength and slowly shift the knife out of my bra.

I caught the knife as it slipped out of the bottom of my dress and I jammed it into Aidan's thigh.

I then took advantage of his shock and kicked him away from me.

I scrambled to my feet while trying to catch my breath. I retrieved the knife from Aidan's leg and started running once again. Luca was quick to follow, so I precisely threw the knife into his foot causing him to instantly stop chasing me, to pull the knife out of his foot.

I shot down the corridor, up another set of stairs, turned a corner and finally I saw a door that lead to the outside.

I kicked it open with desperation of escaping.

As the outside air filled my lungs. my eyes fell upon a beautiful red Ferrari.

I smiled to myself as my escape was now in reach.

Throwing myself into the unlocked car, I hot-wired it and the engine buzzed to life. My hands gripped the steering wheel as I saw Luca and Aidan just now exiting the same door I'd just come through.

Their faces red with anger which fuelled their speed, Aidan's trouser was red with his blood, while Luca had a limp in his step.

Just as Aidan had his hand on the car door, ready to pull at the handle, I slammed my foot on the accelerator and the car sped off.

As I pulled down a road and away from the estate where Aidan resides, gun shots began tearing into the beautiful car.

I frantically began searching the car, slamming my fist down to open a small compartment. The lid opened in a majestic manor to present a handgun.

I ensured the gun I loaded and regretfully smashed the window of the car with my elbow.

I stuck half my body out the car and while one hand was still steering the car, the other was firing back.

There were three people right behind me, all on motorbikes but without helmets, a rash decision that allowed me to easily put a bullet between each of their eyes.

Any more people that had been originally following me, I had lost driving manically through the streets of Italy.