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52| This Little Piggy
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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
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 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 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
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