Taken for vengeance

Will and kills

Adrian

" She is innocent, Adrian! "

I know that.

She is so innocent to be in this world of monsters. Too innocent to know all the cruel things I could do to her, Too delicate to be anywhere near me.

Her heart is like a flower, too soft and fragrant, yet so effortless to crush it dead.

I am aware that she doesn't deserve what I am going to do to her.

Nonetheless, I will do it.

All I think about is vengeance, and I am not going to back away now.

My lips twitch as he argues against my determination to kill her. I don't know what the f**k has gotten into him today, he has been arguing with me about the abduction, right from the club. He says that I should set her loose since she is not like her family. Mom and Olivia weren't like the men in the family too. They were as innocent as the girl locked in my goddamned forsaken basement. Yet her father, no, stepfather had preferred to kill them with no mercy in his literal black heart. They were burned alive in a f*****g car. Yet the bastard in front of me has the nerve to advise me to let her go when he had actually been in the accident spot.

Had seen the brutal death.

" What does it make you think that I give a damn about what runs in that thick head of yours? "

He avoids my gaze as he looks down at his feet, his jaw clenching.

" It's none of your f*****g business to intervene in what I do to my enemies, Luca. "

I say, my voice strained and dark from irritation that my own trusted man and friend is against my decision.

" I know my place, Adrian. All I want to say is that this is wrong, the road you have chosen to reach your retaliation. Punishing her for what she never did is monstrous. What difference does it make if you choose the same dirty strategy that your enemies did? "

He says, his body muscles getting tightened, and his jaw ticking as he speaks, the concern for the woman in my basement is evident in his hazel eyes.

Luca can be as dangerous as me, one who slits the throat of anyone who crosses his way, but he is a man of conscience. He is one of those morally grey personalities who would never hurt innocents and children.

" You have misunderstood me for a man of conscience. "

I state quietly as I stride to the basement, totally ignoring the fuming man behind me, to get the issue over with in hand.

" It's better if you stay out of my private matters. "

I tell him, not bothering to look at him whose gaze burns in the back of my neck, my steps confident as walk to the door of the basement. His steps follow me to the door, halting outside the oak wood door as he says.

" Mrs. Luciano wouldn't have liked this if she were alive. "

He says referring to the one person he had once called her his mum, the woman he had unconditionally adored. My hands clench on the doorknob just from the consideration of her likes, my body going still. The cold metal ring that I had picked up on the day of the blast hangs from the platinum chain around my neck, weighing down against my skin suddenly feels heavy. I glance at the metal, my eyes instantly softening.

Luca is pulling his trump card to prevent the lady from being killed by me and it's quite working. He knows that I have a soft spot for her ideologies and faith. And he is playing with it.

The worst part is that he is succeeding.

She had protested that our family should let go of the slaying profession, but the matter had ended up coming to terms with not killing innocents and children. I had killed and hurt innocent never in a day of my life except today.

She is the enemy's daughter!

I remind myself of why I have her in my basement, of why she should be killed at my hands.

" If that's what the problem is, at the least, I can give her a painless death. "

I can kill her while she is out.

I murmur my words as I finally twist the doorknob to unlock as I enter, closing the door behind me, Luca remaining at the other end. I climb down the stairs, the odd smell of dust entering my nostrils, the dim lighting of the room giving luminosity to the cellar just barely.

The place smells like dust, blood, and stinking air. The place reminds me of a bunch of the people I have killed and tortured, who had stupidly dared to cross me.

I was called 'Diavolo' for a reason.

My sight lands on the lone girl tied to the chair, who is still out from the dose. Her face is pale, her cheeks flushed, her black hair which was wet when I had taken her is now a tangled mess around her, and her head is tilted to the side as she sleeps.

She looks so not okay.

My eyes hold her tiny frame, specifically gaping at her stunning face as she sleeps, my feet automatically carrying me toward her, like a bee toward a flower. My steps come quiet as I walk to her, my gaze not fleeing from her even for a damn minute.

She looks far more attractive and gorgeous from close.

I wonder if she had even encountered a person like me who could give the hell that she had never experienced, who could destroy her if he wanted her to be?

I wonder if she has ever encountered a situation like this in her 19 years of life.

The probability is close to any.

She was secured and taken care of by her stepfather and mother so much that she wouldn't even ever would have an ounce of pain or difficulty to get anything.

She has never faced the real world.

Never experienced pain.

Not wanting to waste time, to get the matter over with as quickly as possible, I lift my left hand to hold the gun that was secured at the back of my jeans pants. My hands feel the cool metal, my fingers protesting to wrap around it, my throat stuffed with a huge lump. My hands slightly tremble as I release my gun from where it was strapped, my hand forcibly straightening toward her. A strange sensation fills my guts, and my heart races as I make up my mind to slay her.

I point the weapon at her forehead, my hands shaking, my shoulders muscles clenching, the lump in my throat feeling additional and the metal in my big hand feeling heavier for the first time that it frustrates me.

I cannot bring myself to kill her.

Cannot bring myself to pull the trigger.

Cannot bring myself to watch her pretty face smudged in her own blood.

I don't know why, I just do.

I withdraw my gun from her face, a heavy sigh leaving my lips, my clenched shoulders releasing slightly as I secure my gun at the initial position.

I glance at her sleeping face one last time and retrieve my steps to the rocky stairs again. The sound of my boots clicking against the stone and soft breathing is the only noise in the stretch of space. I twist the doorknob as I exit the basement to find Luca waiting for me. His concerned hazel eyes come to my angry ones from the distance between us, his expression changing in a matter of seconds with what seems like amusement.

" Get the farmhouse prepared, we are moving there in a few hours for a couple of months. "

He f*****g grins.