Vendetta Love

Deadly Silence

Declan

I wasn't sure how this was gonna go, but damn I'll stay at her side to find out.

Following her the to under-doom, I guard the door as she changes to the spare clothes the host leaves for surprise matches. And by damn this was a f*****g surprise.

Only a few people will be attending, during the Ball the host's wife does not like a show off. So in secret it shall be. I know the family well and he is has always welcome a fair match whenever it is set.

Once Kara was dress, someone had walked us to an another room filled with some weapons.

"Your challenger declares." The man says.

I lean against the frame, watching as she makes her weapon, she found one and turns without a smile. "Don't look at me like that."

I leave my hands up. Not saying a word as we walked out the room, down a hall and into the space where the cage-like ring is met.

The man spoke with each women and advised the one rule. Pass out, or tap out. Beyond that the match will go one until said otherwise.

"You don't think to talk to the girl, maybe ignore her for flirting with me." I whispered into Kara's ear.

She doesn't move a muscle, "it's not about you."

"Okay. Sure."

"Will you shut up." She ticked.

"If you win. I'll eat your p***y all night like I use to." Just then she dropped her chin, ready to say something, but the man called her and the match started.

Both their weapons were similar, double spear like disarmed weapons. Another rule is no sharp weapons. No deaths. It's for fun kinda way. And normally women don't participate, finding one enrolled in the true lifestyle is rare.

Watching Kara fight it showed quicker than the woman's vile comment how much they dislike one another. It also showed quick who was better. Kara. The woman held no weight to her skill. She could talk all she wants but clearly she couldn't hold up to Kara.

Her body was push effortlessly, she couldn't get one touch on my girl. The room cheered the obvious winner. And in no time the woman was panting hard on the ground as Kara brings her weapon to her throat. The woman's once weapon flies to the other side. Saying she was fine before Kara had her in her ass. She quickly called the match. Running off in embarrassment as she should be.

So much in me wanted to run up to Kara. Kiss her and shout to the world that I'm hers. But once again she'll most likely slap me for doing so at such event as this.

Handing her a towel she willingly takes it. "I give she's not out on the field like you?" I asked.

"Why you think it ended so fast. Just like her virginity, easy."

I was so proud of my Kara.

Others, especially in our lifestyle may underestimate her, but not me. Not one second did I think otherwise.

She can always do whatever she wanted, didn't matter the cost. And now I see she'll willingly bleed for the results. Whether it's her blood or not.

We head back upstairs like nothing had happen. The room was the same and it was like we vanished under a quarter moon time.

My hand rested on her back, finding our way towards a table. I gather two glasses and she bears her hand to my chest.

"You can stop hovering. Others will get the wrong idea."

"f**k them. Do you want your prize?" I licked my lips, catching her chest tighten to my take.

"We are Barron and Monroe. We really should act like it. The dance was a nice.." she paused, unable to expression what it was.

"It was our lost fantasy. One we can get back if your stubborn ass would just come back where you belong."

Her eyes shine in the violent, snatching her drink from my hand. The glass tip to her lips and I watch her chugged down the whole thing. She places it to my chest. Raising an eyebrow telling me all the missed words she wanted to say.

She can walk away but I found my hidden notch back. Her glares did nothing but make my skin burn in sweet delight.

All was fun until Kara stepped off while I ended a conversation, I felt the deepest emotion hit when she welcomed another man in her light.

They seemed close. He kissed her cheek and she takes his hand to the floor. I bite my lips hard, tasting blood.

She did this to get space from me. Well, baby. It's just a show.

I took a seat by a near table. Spending however long they acknowledged each other for. From the floor to them just standing there. I watch as her eyes never left him.

She's mine fucker. Watch yourself.

Every second that went by I thought of another way to kill him. I thought of how long to just keep him alive for fun. Shall I have her watch? Will she join me or will she stop me? Maybe I should cut his tongue and eyes out, gifting them to her. It seems to be all she knows right now.

Damn it.

She was letting him touch her too much. I don't care how innocent it may look to another eye, to me he was invading my property.

He's taking my air away. What belongs to me.

Finally at some point I breathed when she stepped away and started to leave the area. He smiled and bastard had the audacity to watch her ass leave.

Motherfucker is thinking of my p***y, my girl.

I stood up and my feet started to foolishly follow the bastard as he took the opposite side out the space. Walking down the hall, less and less people invaded.

Slipping out the knife I took from Kara. I held its still warmth to my palm.

"Hey, dude?" I call to him as we're the only ones near.

I see he was heading towards the outside and I make it seems I was too.

"Oh, hey. What's up?"

"You got a light I can borrow? I need to head out to smoke this event away." I chuckled and he did the same.

Poor bastard didn't have a clue what's about to happen.

"I feel you, man. I was about to do the same."

He started to search through his jacket, and as he brings his head up to hand me the lighter. I slice Kara's knife into his throat to keep him from screaming.

His eyes widen with matching grin, just like he did with her. I cut a deep wound so the blood will seep out faster.

Needing to dispose of him quick. There was a closet near. He fell right into my arms when I removed the knife. Dragging him inside. His body slack forward and I didn't bother to cover him. Just kick his feet to ensure the door closed.

"Shouldn't have tried to take what's mine."

I clean my hands and looked around, no one yet. Good.

Knowing Kara, she didn't return back to the event. Something inside me told me she was elsewhere. And I knew where she'd headed to.

I couldn't help but also thought of wondering here too. The atmosphere felt different, pure, along of uncertain, and minimum happiness. So much joy with no question.

Her back was turned, watching through the glass. Her arms cross over her chest and in my view her held tighten in each step I took to her. She will leave bruises on her own arms, those silky skin of hers.

This was a chance I needed to bring her back to me.

Closer and closer, my footsteps stop. Meeting her sight to took in the view of children. Oh, how they enjoy life without the knowledge that we know. At least for now.

"They have no clue in their little minds what the future will be. How one day the girls will just be pawns for their family if not now. How the boys will only be taught to live with bleed they wounded so their organization can live on." I breathed out.

"You see that girl. In the red?" She pointed out. "She's not a pawn. She will branch out like the few of us have. Besides, half of the boys wouldn't make it far." She replied.

I turn my back to the glass. Watching her. She was seeing herself in the little girl.

"You gonna raise our little girl just like you. Hell bended?"

Her eyes snap to me. "s**t, baby. You could be carrying our baby now and still bring down dozen of men to their knees."

Kara's eyes sized me up and down. Biting her lips she was holding back her words. But I want to hear them.

I push off the glass and with each step I took forward, she steps back. Our bodies left the view and we're cage in.

"What a dull man in the eyes of oh sweet Kara." Now they narrow death. "You have no idea what you mean to this world."

"I know. My father trained me for it. Your words won't fool me."

I chuckle. Wanting to be close to her, I reach to twirl her hair into my large fingers. Stepping closer my feet takes a turn to make sure I can pin her in my needs. Her body obey without her knowing. Turning with me and her flesh near the wall for my taking.

"If death is calling for having you then good. But you must admit your desire for your enemy."

Her chest deepen. "We made a point. Despite anything it was just... No, Declan." Ha. She seems to caught on.

"I will agree to be your suitor, that'll make a point." She shook her head. "Now watch me, your enemy do the one thing he is never to do. Allow me to prove."

In all my convection of her, my eyes stayed locked and my body dropped slowly. Coming down I kneel to her.

A whimper gasp brushed her lips. "Barron?"

I didn't stop then. I kept going. My eyes left hers as I look down to where her feet were. Fully down on both knees I take the few crawls I needed to reach her. One glance up and her eyes gave me that look I've been praying for.

Oh, Kara.

A grin tugs and my head push down to her open toe-heel. One touch of my lip, two touch, I go for a third when her voice open.

"Are you expecting me to accept your surrender?" I shook my head and lay another kiss. "You'll surrender yourself to me. All of you, Barron."

Looking up to see her eyes mix with the violent and sweetness. "I don't quit. Do as you must." Her chin rose and I bring my head back.

Unsatisfied, her grunt meant it all. My hand goes to touch her ankle, aching higher. Only for her to pull away, lifting her heel. I pause, wishing it came back.

Wish granted.

My palms lay flat to the floor. Her heel came back and sat right on top. They're sharper than most and it's for cases like this.

"Don't surrender, that's what we're taught. You and I." I taunted her.

Saying so her heel press deeper and deeper. I can feel her grin showing as the breaks into my skin until blood drips from the side.

It hurt like hell but if it pleased her then I will take every ounce of pain inflicted. Even by her hands. It was a f*****g honor.

Feeling pleased as I thought she peel back and demanded over me, "stand before me. Be a Barron."

Getting up I hide the throbbing pain, I shut every nerve to look her in the eyes. She wanted a Barron so I displayed one.

"Don't you think you're missing something, Monroe?" Her brow lift in confusion. "My turn."

In one quick swipe I pin her to the wall that I crave so deeply. All while my other hand swipe in and pull out her knife that still stain the blood of the man I killed.

She didn't flinch. But her eyes soften in a waiting move. I held it by her collarbone, waiting to slice her neck in a disobey.

"It was clean when I stripped it."

I chuckled. Seeing the blood I lift it up to move more to a dangerous line. A clear blue line rested above her throat, marking toward her chin.

"Poor dude took your attention away from me. He learn a lesson he can never repeat." Classically she rolled her eyes at me.

To prove a Barron to her, I punish her for her own take. "Watch the attitude." My hand move faster and the blade swung up. It wasn't deep but a mark will seep under the blood that drop to her breast.

She gasp to attack. Little did I know Kara came beyond prepared. The harden tip I felt on my lower half was not her pressing on me. I was lava into her hazel glaze like always, I didn't watch where her hands were.

She had slipped another knife from god knows where. One quick move she swung at me with a shove. I did what I can to protect myself from her fuse but she was fast. She was the Monroe we all heard of.

One deep push she had hit her target. Landing her knife into me. It hit my shoulder deeply. Her attack follow her reaction like she didn't mean to. Like it was her hurting and not me. That reaction took my pain as it filled her instead.

I nod, it was all I could do as we stare at one another. It hit death between us. Like something had changed. We stood for minutes not saying a word. Like us just reading paragraphs in our gaze.

Looking down to the blade. I wrapped my hand around it. One grunt lead me to yank it out with no flatter pain but my heart.

The line that kept us seems to tug now.

I touch the blood and licked it, accepting what she'd done. Her expression still didn't change until I handed her back her knife.

Was this Kara or Monroe right now? And I guess she stares at me wondering the same.

Not until she snap into.

"You, Barron. You knew what was at stake and selfishly you started it. For yourself, you desire for what? Not something that was made up. You made it perish. You did that. A Monroe will do as needed even under your hands."

Really. My fault. It was my selfish way because I was playing a game. Like it was nothing. Is she serious. Like the past few years were nothing.

I did this for us. So we can be together. Since the day we met I did it for us. She drove me more, her. And now she wants to punish me for it like it was sinful.

No. f*****g no.

I couldn't hold back anymore. I cursed out her blindness. "God damn it, Kara. Take some responsibility. Yes, I f****d up but don't for one second blame me for keeping us apart that's all you." She scoffed heavily, no care. "For god sakes what do you want? I literally crawled on my knees for you, betraying all the Barron in me, for you."

"No! It's for you! Your words of 'it's for us' and all. Everyday I'm heartbroken because of you. I betrayed every fuse of my Monroe because of you. f**k! I hate you for making me think otherwise."

I was so sick of her blaming me, everyday it felt as if she was dragging more, and more away.

Was this it, did I lost her completely?

"Over and over again I tell you I'll give it all up for you and I still would."

"That's just it. I don't want that." I jerk back. "I wanted this life, all of it. I was a fool to think you can join me. A fool, because of you. You made a fool of me. My father would have.." she trail off.

"That's all you, baby. The betrayal, heartbreak, and all. Besides, your father was proud of you, said so himself, along with knowing you had to choose between me and your family." The shock on her face was too much. I see it on her how her mind wondered if that was his last words.

The dead silence was all over and with that there was nothing left to say. Even the urging need to touch her, to caress and kiss her so badly. Instead I stepped back and left her there standing.

.

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Kara

Oh gosh. I'm such a f*****g moron. I'd turn into such a weak girl. Something my father warn me.

Leaving will make those weak flaws crypt you. And as a girl it is inevitable.

And again after I started dating him.

Don't forget where you come from. Don't let this guy take what you have trained all your life for. You were not meant to be some house wife. Failure and wastefulness.

Couldn't disappoint then and can't disappoint now.

Who was I if I wasn't a Monroe? Yet, being with Declan did something to me. Something I didn't want to lose, yet I can't fully admit to it when all I am is a Monroe.

I'm the firstborn, only girl in my family. My whole childhood was being more than just someone's wife.

I accepted my fate at a young age. I'd bleed for it and letting just the slightest of it go just so I can be loved felt.. felt like I was a disappointment. And feeling that guilt brought a more disappointment on the other side that made me wish it might've worked out.

But I have to keep going. A Monroe can't kneel. I just started.

My mind flowed with so much crap I just had to get away from the environment. I tried getting away from Declan. But he always found me, even in the worst part of myself he found me.

In another try to escape it all, my feet kept me wondering the halls. I didn't want to see anyone. Annoy someone will ask suspicious questions or belittle my take of even enacting with him.

Things felt to slow down when I heard someone arguing. I slip myself back to the wall to not be seen. Didn't take much for me to realize who was talking.

"The rumors, son. You have no clue what I had to do to get the eyes off you. The papers won't speak of this. Some taboo all because you wanted to show off, with her!"

"I have my motive with my girl. It's no ones, especially your concern." Declan claim.

I know at that moment I should leave. Shaking off I tried to step away when I felt a hand come around me. It grabbed my waist and latched to my arm. Froze, I stayed. I was glued. Trapped.

It was him.

His voice seems closer to the exit of the room they occupied and the wall I hide behind. When I first notice Declan was facing me while his father's back was here.

He saw me.

He somehow switch spots with his father and took this as a.. I don't quite know. I didn't fight it. I stayed.

"Don't forget she's a Monroe. What they're capable of. Dangerous women. She's just like her mother."

"I have Kara. She's mine. Put aside your envy because you failed yours decades ago."

They bicker and I'm certain this wasn't their first time. In the mutter of their fight I still feel the vile of his father's words. Why was Declan so quick to defend me? That's not Barron of him.

His father was right in every way. He should quit, stop betraying his family for someone like me.

It pissed me off just as much as it melt my mushy weaklings heart to hear.

Drowning the Barrons fight, my body crave in to what it most wanted. I felt no shame when it took over my body with no consent.

His touch was everything. I could easily escape, yet acted like I have no option but to be his hostage.

My eye involuntarily closed. My body went into jelly and a soft moan breathe when I CRAVED.

His thumb circled over my flesh, making every nerve go override. I was losing it to the point my mind recall every touch he ever had on me. Even the sinful ones. My core tighten to the idea.

I won't lie if he walked his hand up more I'll do the unthinkable. s**t. At the idea it was like he read it.

His hand moved. Making my body tremble, over my shoulder and dancing to my collarbone, my head tiled to its touch. Making his access to my chin easy. Declan's large hand held my chin, bringing his thumb over and feeling the dry panting I breathe. The rips of my lips soften when I darted my tongue to wet. He gently tap my lips to stay open, I obey.

Why?

Bringing his thumb into my mouth I started to suckle on it. I held my body back and he did the work, allowing his thumb to slip in and out of my mouth like it was his c**k.

I should bite him, not suck on him.

Fuck. I'm turn on.

My body wasn't here and my mind was closed off. I was a vessel that he made.

Slipping his thumb out he tapped my lips before slipping his touch back down to where it was before.

Soon the over filling touch left when the muffled of both Barrons died off. I heard footsteps halt the other way and I assume it was both of them.

It was the worst crime a Monroe can commit. Missing the touch of a Barron.

In every crime I had made that fell in the act of a Barron. I push my punish to finish what is needed.

Wishing I could still fall made it all worsen. It's without the guilt of failure to both. To herself.

I whimper when his touch left. Taking a deep breath, my eyes open. Surprise they widely all to fast.

Barron.

He was right there the whole time. His huge smirk on his face said it all. Like I was a doll for him.

"Did you enjoy that? Every word and every touch?"

Panting dropped with no sound.

Leaning in, his cologne trapped me more.

"You're a damn distraction to your enemy, you know that right?" His eyes deepen and I had to answer.

Words fail once more and I nod.

He stares at my lips and bit his. My chest cave in at that moment. "Oh, how I imagine of fingering you at that moment. And you would enjoy that. You have enjoyed your enemy's fingers many, many times." He shook his head but it never felt like judgment.

Reaching out his hand he moved a piece of my hair and my body failed me. Just like I know my voice would.

"You're a deadly woman, Monroe. Sweet and dark."

Every touch was worse than earlier. I couldn't hold up anymore. I couldn't fight this damn vessel.

He chuckles and fought to touch me more than just the strain of my hair.

Feeling his eyes roam my body with so much need was heavy, I almost fall but if I was even able to move. I would.

"Such a disobedience, Assassin. Which truly makes you a true asset, even to me. Your enemy. You know that's why you are.." another chuckle slipped out.

Deeply down I believe he liked my disobedience, even before it all collapsed, he endure my rage like it was his to control.

He pulled back just then, making me think it was all going to collapse.

His hot breath rested on my ear and his tongue darted, only to say, "one day when you're good, I'll fill your soaking wetness that I know you have right now. Maybe soon, Monroe."

My expression fail me too. Him calling me anything but my name or baby was just damn near f****d with me.

Seeing how he affected me, he laughed and once again left me feeling all feelings. All sinful feelings.

Fucking Barron will be the death of me. More than I thought my Declan would.

Our f*****g love was like cancer.