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49| The Devils Blood.
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Defiant Queen 50| Excites Me.
I was drowning in my nightmares that were suffocating me. I was in a box of sand, sinking, unable to catch my breath. Then out of nowhere, Konstatins' hands were snaking around my waist, and the cold chill of his gun glided over my shuddering body. The sound of a door creaking open fills my ear canals as I look up and watch Sandro approaching us. The foul scent of cigarettes, the whisper of Nicos' next line of threats, and the guard's goading ring in my ears as he egged them all on. Leo's fists pound and pound… into a faceless figure that lies motionless on the ground.Grunts filled with savage rage resonate through the air.Fingers feather over my arm, and I am hauled upright with a sharp inhale. Two liquid bronze eyes with flecks of amber locked on mine, and soft hands pressing my shoulders down. He smells like fresh snowflakes and almonds, and despite my terror; it's the best thing I have smelt in days.Ragged breaths tear through my lungs as Amani leans over me with a look o
Defiant Queen 51| Brother.
I follow Dmitri outside the hotel building we are staying at, and I walk straight to the driver's door. Amani lowers his window in the blacked-out SUV, with his gaze still transfixed on something straight ahead of him. “You cannot come with us, Amani. You need to pack your things and book the next flight out of here.” I tell him in a hushed tone that is saturated with gratitude. “This is not your fight, and I cannot bear the thought of anything happening to you while we are in a foreign country.” He slowly turns his head to look at me, his eyes shielding the true emotions that thrum through his veins. “I can't leave, not now,” He replies in a low, baritone voice. “It seems that this is my fight too, and I haven't been as forthcoming about the truth as I should have been.” I take a step back, pulling my fur coat tightly around my body. “He will explain when we return, printsessa,” Dmitri growls as he joins my side. I stare at Amani, lost in the depths of his irises that hold secre
Defiant Queen 52| This Little Piggy
There comes a time in one's life when one must learn to draw the line between reality and fantasy. As I'm pouring the third candle wax over Konstatins' shuddering body, admiring how there are now three considerable and brilliant red patches marring his flawless skin that is covered in tattoos, I try to shove the goody-two-shoes Zeynep back into the realm of fantasies. I will mourn her another time.Or maybe, I won't.That is a dilemma for another day. “These burns will heal, mladshaya sestra! [little sister!]” Konstatin bellows, foaming at the mouth. “But the shit I have done to you…" He snickers. “Will stay with you until you take your dying breath. When you close your eyes at night, all you will see is my face, all you will hear is my panting as I take your body and the sound of me coming as I filled your womb with my seed.” Dmitri lunges at Konstatin, “Stop him!” I yell at the top of my voice, directing my attention to Ivan. As soon as I give Ivan the order, he rushes forward
Defiant Queen 53| We Can't Just Leave Him.
Amanis’ Point Of View:When I see a glimmer in the stillness of the night, I immediately raise my head and glare in the rearview mirror. I shift my body, turn around to look out the back window of the vehicle, and duck as a single shot pierces the air.“Merda! [shit!]” I grunt, turning around to face the front of the vehicle.Turning the engine on, I beep the horn, warning Zeynep that we are no longer alone. Planting my foot down on the accelerator, the tires spin across the gravel before the car lurches forward. I look into the rearview mirror through the cloud of dust I’ve just created and pray like fuck that they heard the horn.Speeding through the abandoned car park, I take a left, then make a sharp right down a narrow alleyway only to come to a standstill when a black van is heading straight towards me. Swallowing thickly, my hands grip the steering wheel tightly, and I straighten in my seat.The instant the van stops, I’m going to slam my foot on the accelerator and pray like
Defiant Queen 54| Protect My Legacy.
My heart violently beats in the nest of my chest, drowning out my surroundings; silencing the noise.They have Amani…What am I going to do…I know what I want to do, but what 'should' I do?I wish my father had been straight with me. He must have known that his past would come back and leave a path of devastation in its wake. Too many people I have loved have already been sacrificed for a life I know little about; a life that isn’t supposed to be mine.But here I am, thrust into the underworld that is dominated by men who are nothing but bloodthirsty and trigger-happy.“What are you waiting for, damn it, Dmitri!” Amani roars with impatience and rage, igniting the fire of death at his side when the sound of the gun is pressed against his head cocks.Dmitri revs the engine on his bike again, waiting for me to give him a command that is stuck in my throat.I can’t do it. I cannot abandon Amani and be responsible for his death.“Vai, amore mio e salva te stesso. [Go, my love, and save y
Defiant Queen 55| All My Tears.
Inhale.Exhale.Don’t lose your shit.Repeat.The inside of my throat burns. The decomposing of nausea swirls in my stomach, no matter how hard I try to push through it; to fight it.In some weird sense of thinking, I’m starting to believe that death is the only way out of here. The devil himself refuses to let me go any other way. It’s like a dark cloud is always hovering over my head and the lives of those I care about have been thrust into a cursed game of Russian Roulette.You never know who will be plucked off next.But I fight the fear.I fight the onslaught of panic dispersing across my chest like an inferno and do my best to stay strong; to be the fighter I was born to be.And it has suddenly dawned on me that the underworld is like a battlefield. It doesn’t matter how many fights you win. It’s winning the war that really counts and right now, Sandro has won many, many fights.Before my birth, this war had already been raging. It will last forever. Not until a small silver cap
Defiant Queen 56| Drip. Drip. Drip.
I must have drifted off and fallen asleep.Stay calm.Don’t panic.Repeat.Drip. Drip. Drip.I also must have lost all track of time and consciousness as the vehicle made its tenth left turn and drove over its fourth speed bump. As I tried to drown out my deepest and darkest thoughts to try to concentrate on the surrounding sounds… I failed.No. I refuse to believe that.Exhaustion overrode me.Yes… that is it. I didn’t willingly submit to the darkness.Grief captured me and plummeted me into a sea of the abyss.Grief. It’s such a strange word to describe the abundance of agony that profusely claws at my chest and the heaviness of my heart that threatens to cease any moment now.Twisting my wrists, I am soon made aware that they are bound behind me and whatever is clasped around them has jagged edges that bite into my flesh every time I try to move them.The room is cold.Empty.Damp.My eyesight is overshadowed by the pillowcase, and the cold chair I am sitting on wobbles every time
Defiant Queen 57| Hopes And Dreams.
My heart aches as a dull pain splinters across my chest while Leo continues to meet my gaze.Never in my brightest days did I imagine that I would see Leo standing by his father's side, and now that I do, the thought of trusting him makes me sick.“Are you going to kill me?” I courageously ask, suppressing my fear back into the darkness where it belongs.Drip. Drip. Fucking Drip…Leo’s brows furrow for a second and an unreadable expression masks his features, but it disappears just as quickly as it appeared.“Kill you?” He grounds out, straightening with a cruel hiss departing between his lips.His arm is still in a sling and his face still looks like a messy canvas with different coloured bruising splattered along his jawline.“Yeah… Are you going to kill me?”Slowly shaking his head, Leo sighs roughly and combs his fingers through his hair. “We aren’t going to kill you, Zeynep.” His voice is smooth and gentle. “You are aware that my father wishes to marry you to completely corrupt
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Defiant Queen 65| Room To Expand.
The world is very good at inflicting pain on me.An agony that is so intense that there is nothing else.Darkness engulfs me, blinding me.I’m dying. I just know it.I’ve fought a good fight in my life, and everything I have been subjected to; forced to endure is nothing like this. Only death can feel like this.No matter how much I will myself to keep on fighting, there just isn’t anything left in me to keep going.I ache all over. Every muscle in my body has been robbed of its strength, and I can feel myself sinking deeper into the endless sea of darkness.Dmitris’ face flickers before me.His voice fills my ear canals, stroking my feverish flesh like velvet.Then I think of Leo, how he did right by me, and how my heart slowly began to open up and let him in. He loves me fiercely, and I know if I give up, he will have Wolf by his side.Wolf, looks like Amani. He has a gentle soul and the day Ivan brought him home, he has thrived beyond our wildest dreams. Proving himself to everyon
Defiant Queen 64| We Have Forever.
FORTY-EIGHT HOURS LATER: Lifting my hand with my heart hammering in my chest and butterflies fluttering in the pit of my stomach, I knock on Leos’ office door. I wait a few breaths before the door is pulled open by one of his men. As his gaze falls on me, he steps to the side to allow me to enter, and when Leo sees me, he rises to his feet from behind his desk, buttoning the front of his charcoal suit jacket. He clears his throat, “Leave us.” Without any hesitations or questionable expressions marring their features, all fifteen of his men exit the room in utter silence. “Bella, what do I owe the pleasure of your visit?” He smiles as he walks around his desk, cupping my face in his hands, and places a gentle kiss on the top of my head. Since we have been married, Leo has not made any attempt to pressure me into filling my duties as his wife or so much as tried to kiss me on the lips. He has been very patient with me, giving me all the space I need, as well as sleeping in the room
Defiant Queen 63| Make It Look Like An Accident.
TWO MONTHS LATER:Three weeks have passed since I arrived in Sicily, accompanied by Leo, my husband. It has been four weeks since we exchanged our vows and became one. Fortunately, Leo had kept his promise and ensured that our wedding was a small and intimate affair, just as I had requested.The sole attendees of our union consisted exclusively of the distinguished members of the Elite Family's leadership. The only witnesses and approvers of our holy matrimony were the ones we deemed necessary; those of the inner circle that influenced a wider spectrum. As we sat across the table, I knew that our reputation was on the line. Our coming together was questioned.The rumours of a feud between Leo and myself had spread like wildfire, threatening to tarnish our image as a united front. But I was determined to set the record straight. With a confident smile, I spoke of our shared vision and unwavering commitment to success. As I looked over at Leo, I knew that we were more than just a co
Defiant Queen 62| It's Not A Request.
As I continue to helplessly stare after Dmitris’ fading figure, I collapse to my knees-my right knee hitting the wet concrete ground first, then, my left. Pain disperses across the hard balls of my kneecaps, but the foreboding pain of heartbreak that continues to seep into the roots of my heart outweighs any other pain my body is slowly trying to register.He left me.In the rain.Crying.Heartbroken.Alone.I hate him!I fucking hate him with everything I have and I hope he crashes on his stupid bike that makes him look smoking hot!Covering my face with my hands, I burst into tears.I don’t hate him.I could never hate him.I love him so fucking much that I would die for him.I’d kill for him.Why does loving someone hurt so much?Is this what men mean when they say that love is the greatest weakness one can possess?It can be one’s downfall until there is no return.“Time will heal your broken heart, cara mia. But first, you need to push through the pain and accept Dmitris’ decisi
Defiant Queen 61| Indefinitely.
My heart feels like it is shattering into a million pieces for the last and final time as I intently gaze at Dmitri. The look of unwavering disbelief tainting his features makes my stomach churn. Gods, I feel sick. I’m so torn between doing what is right and disregarding everything just to be with the one person who makes my heart whole. Both Dmitri and Leo have one thing in common. They never let anyone get close enough to see the real them. No one aside from me anyway. I jolt the second he takes one step toward me, his eyes blazing with rage. “If he is forcing you to make this oath with him, decline it now, and we will get the hell out of here.” He whispers roughly as he turns his head to the side to mask his words from Leo. Sighing, I shake my head, trying to rein in my runaway heartbeat. “He isn't D. When he presented me with the proposal, at first, I laughed, then I became enraged, and finally, I realised where he was coming from. Marrying Leo ensures our safety. Marrying Leo
Defiant Queen 60| My Word Is My Bond.
Leo slicks back his hair, still damp from the shower, and squares his shoulders as he locks eyes with Dmitri. The air in the dimly lit room is heavy with tension as the two men stand face to face, their eyes locked in a deadly stare-down. The atmosphere is charged with danger as they wait for the other to show weakness and submit to their dominance. I know for certain that Dmitri will not lower his gaze first, especially since he is slowly removing his jacket. I also know that Leo won't back down either, and I find that incredibly alluring. I underestimated him right from the start, but now I see the fire in his eyes and the power he holds. I won't be making that mistake ever again. “If this clown shoots Dmitri, the deal is off,” I state firmly, reminding them both that I am still present. “D, you can put your jacket back on, this isn’t a pissing contest.” Church keeps his gun raised, paying no attention to me as he clears his throat and moves closer to Dmitri. I step out
Defiant Queen 59| Let's Go Home.
I stand outside on the balcony of my hotel room, which overlooks the small city with bright lights illuminating the sidewalks. The cool early morning breeze gently sweeps across my face, cooling my flushed cheeks and my boiling blood thrumming through my veins.Dipping my head, I look down at my hands which are no longer covered in Giovanni's blood. Flashes of me slitting his throat wash over me, making me dizzy, fuelled by sin. Sucking in a razor-sharp breath, I focus on the sky's blanket of beauty that is staring me right in the face. There is no point in me wasting what little energy I consume, bemoaning crimes I've committed, or wasting precious time by expressing regret. It is done.It's over.The streets run red with the blood of our enemies and vengeance has been achieved.I’m safe.No one is coming to hurt me any time soon.I can finally breathe and not feel like I’m choking on my anxiety. My fingers grip the steel fence, turning my knuckles a ghastly shade of white, as
Defiant Queen 58| End Game.
LEO'S POINT OF VIEW: As my father gives me the order to shoot Zeynep in the kneecaps, I watch the look of defiance and unwavering courage burn in her irises. She is truly spectacular, a little bud that has blossomed into something beautiful since I met her. She has created an unexpected throb in my heart and messed up the rhythm of its beat. I hate my father with a passion, and I have been waiting for this opportunity for as long as I can remember. From the moment I learned the truth about my mother’s demise, I have lived and thrived on deception and deceit. Manipulating the game is a thrill of mine, and I never let anyone get close enough to discover my hidden truths. Zeynep is a prized gem, something to be cherished. We are rivals. Sworn enemies yet, she is the only woman who can put out the fire in our bloodlines. “What are you waiting for, Leo? A fucking invitation? Shoot her knees!” My father orders. I cock the gun, waiting for Zeyneps’ jaded-coloured irises to meet mine, an
Defiant Queen 57| Hopes And Dreams.
My heart aches as a dull pain splinters across my chest while Leo continues to meet my gaze.Never in my brightest days did I imagine that I would see Leo standing by his father's side, and now that I do, the thought of trusting him makes me sick.“Are you going to kill me?” I courageously ask, suppressing my fear back into the darkness where it belongs.Drip. Drip. Fucking Drip…Leo’s brows furrow for a second and an unreadable expression masks his features, but it disappears just as quickly as it appeared.“Kill you?” He grounds out, straightening with a cruel hiss departing between his lips.His arm is still in a sling and his face still looks like a messy canvas with different coloured bruising splattered along his jawline.“Yeah… Are you going to kill me?”Slowly shaking his head, Leo sighs roughly and combs his fingers through his hair. “We aren’t going to kill you, Zeynep.” His voice is smooth and gentle. “You are aware that my father wishes to marry you to completely corrupt
