Her plan was to act nonchalant despite the fact that she was growing wary. The weapons they had with them were to inflict a lot of pain, but not enough to immediately kill. If they were going to scare her to intimidate her, she knew she’d survive. But if they were planning on murdering her, they planned on doing so through an immense amount of torture. "To what pleasure do I owe your presence?" Eva asked calmly while surveying the masked men in front of her. “Well, well,” a voice drawled, smooth and unhurried. One of the figures stepped forward, removing his hat to reveal his face. He was the only one not wearing a mask. She was surprised to see someone so young be the leader of a gang. Unlike his burly comrades, he was lean and does not seem like someone who beat people up for a living. His appearance was well-kept and sharp-featured and he was actually wearing a black suit. But his eyes were a completely different story. She saw the bloodlust within his dark eyes that glinted wit
"Now that, young lady, is private information." He mused, watching her eyes scan his men. Despite seeing the metal bats, knives, and brass knuckles, she didn’t seem to shake or cringe back in fear. This was getting really interesting. "Hm, I assume you were requested to keep the exact number private. But can I get an approximate amount?" She was hoping to delay time or at least buy them out. "I’m afraid your little plan won’t work on me." The leader chuckled. " Come on, I'm offering you twice the money you were offered to take me and you're rejecting it. I've met people with the same profession as you and they never let such an opportunity I'm offering to you go to waste.” Eva raised a brow at the man. The leader took a step closer, leaning down slightly to bring his face level with hers. His expression was calm, almost amused, but there was a hard edge to his smile. “Let’s just say you’re a piece in a larger game.” Eva’s pulse quickened. A game? What kind of game? She wasn’t in
She panted, struggling to pull oxygen into her lungs, her body clenching involuntarily, bracing for the next blow. Every muscle in her core tensed as though it could protect her, but she knew how this game was played. They were trying to break her, not physically, but mentally. In situations like this, if she didn’t give them what they wanted, fear, pain, submission, they would only escalate, push harder, to make her scream. The only way to survive was to give him what he wanted and she had to play her part perfectly. And when the second punch came, straight into her stomach again, she couldn’t stop the cry of pain from tearing out of her throat. When the next hit came—this time aimed at her stomach again—she let out a cry of pain. Not too loud, but just enough to satisfy the man’s sick need for control. It wasn’t that hard really, especially when it actually hurt. Her body recoiled, and she felt a warm, wet trickle down her stomach. The skin had split from the blow. Her breath ca
The leader reached out, his gloved hand brushing against her cheek. The cold and rough leather sent a shiver down her spine, and she stiffened at the touch. Every fiber of her being screamed to slap his hand away, but she in restrain. Goosebumps rose on her arms, and she swallowed hard, biting back the surge of bile rising in her throat. "W...whatever...he paid you, I...I’ll double it." Her voice was barely a whisper, each word costing her. Breathing was becoming harder, her ribs protesting with every shallow gasp. “Hm," he mused, releasing her hair and stepping back. “Should I take that as an answer?” Eva asked. The leader chuckled darkly, a sound that made her blood run cold.He said you’d offer that. Very predictable." She watched as his long fingers toyed with the butterfly knife in his hand. The blade flicked open and shut with practiced ease, gleaming menacingly under the dim light. Her eyes narrowed as she followed the movement, and an idea formed in her mind. She wasn’t c
Evangeline’s mind raced. His words didn’t add up. The tracker was military-grade technology, a simple scanner would have picked it up, not even the advanced ones the black market can detect it. Whoever this man worked for had access to far more advanced technology than she had anticipated. “You know you really can't blame me for having that, right? I mean unlike you poor gentlemen who have to take others from someone, people like me tend to give orders. And someone as influential as me needs to have those kinds of things in hand for situations like this. It just so happens that you guys are not slow witted like I expected and you were able to find that tracker.” Eva casually explained with a shrug. " Bravo! You made a really good point, Miss and I'm really starting to love this entire situation.” The leader smirked at Eva. “Glad to hear that." Eva modestly nodded her head. The leader also nodded and tossed the crushed wallet behind him carelessly, letting it skid across the floor
The wooden chair cracked under the impact, and the man grunted in surprise, clutching at his chest where the blow had landed. She didn’t stop. Using her momentum when she felt a presence draw close, she used her entire body weight to jam the chair right into the man rushing towards her.. By heaven’s luck, it was enough to send him crashing to the ground. CLUNK! The chair was close to breaking when she hit the other man. For a brief, exhilarating moment, hope surged through her veins. Her eyes saw momentary hope that she was close to winning when suddenly, a bloodcurdling laughter rang throughout the air. What followed after the laughter was loud clapping sounds from the men surrounding them, but she didn’t waste any time. She knew it was to momentarily distract her so that the men could all pounce at her. She didn’t care about the noise as she swung her body again. This time, the chair connected with something else. Instead of another body, a hand had grabbed the leg of the chair
In her mind, the best case scenario she came up with at the moment was that he would get angry enough and that would lead him to tossing her onto the ground and the impact would be able to break the chair. The worst case is that she would be pummeled into submission. Right now she should prefer the latter lot because getting pummeled is not a very good scenario she'd want to imagine. Just as Eva was busy weighing her situation, she felt a hand grab her head and the next thing she knew her face roughly shoved into the floor, her forehead crashing against the hard surface. Her breath came in ragged gasps as she tried to straighten herself. She was surprised she was still conscious after having been hit in the head so hard just now. For a moment, she feared that the blow would knock her out completely, leaving her defenseless against whatever torment they had in store. At the same moment a plan instantly came to her mind. ‘Fake it till you make it, even when you wanna die.’ She dec
………….. An hour ago. Damien was busy working in his office as usual, however, he has been spacing out a little bit as he kept glancing at his phone like he was expecting a call from someone. Eva had sent him a message in the morning when she was going for her shoot and she said she was going to give him a call after she was done. Because he didn't see her call, he tried calling her himself but it was unreachable. Ever since then he has been spacing out on his. Just as Damien was checking his phone, his office door suddenly opened and both Shane burst into the office like he was being chased. His facial expression doesn't look good which made Damien crease his brow. “What is it?" He questioned and focused back on the file with him. He knew Shane might look like that because of the meeting he asked Eric to cancel for him without letting Shane aware of it. “B-boss, we have a problem. It's Miss Eva.” Shane said, making Damien pause and look up at him. “Eva? What about her?" He aske
Damien’s patience was wearing thin. He had no time for groveling and lies.Sensing his boss’s growing irritation, Eric opened his mouth to speed up the conversation, but before he could, Oliver burst into the room.“Hey, Mr. Piggy, could you shut up?” Oliver snapped, his bright yellow hoodie and ripped jeans contrasting with the grim atmosphere. He twirled a sleek switchblade in his hand, his boyish face betraying a sinister grin.Rex’s brows furrowed at the newcomer. Was this some kind of joke? Who let this disrespectful kid into the room? Besides, wasn't this one way too young to even be here? He was dressed naively young, like a baby chick with that bright clothes.“Hey, human garbage,” Oliver growled, his playful demeanor shifting in an instant. His eyes turned wild, and his grin morphed into something feral. “Don’t look at me like that.” He hurled his knife with terrifying precision, the blade grazing Rex’s neck and leaving a shallow cut. Blood trickled down, making Rex stumble b
Damien didn't speak, instead, he pulled out a gun, turning it around and examining it, a crude expression on his face.His right-hand man, Eric, stepped forward. Unlike his boss, Eric is also active and very talkative in this kind of moment when it comes to cleaning up filth like this."Take a guess," Eric said coolly, his tone sharp enough to cut glass.Rex’s eyes darted to Damien, who was calmly examining a sleek, custom-made gun. A shiver ran down his spine. He recognized the weapon—a modified Smith & Wesson, known for its devastating effects. The bullets it fired didn’t just kill, they tortured, leaving behind excruciatingly slow, acid-induced agony. It was an acid that burned through everything until the pearly white bone was exposed. That pain alone would have people begging for death over mercy.Mr. Damien, I-I’m not sure of the purpose of your visit. V-velvet vipers hasn’t interfered with the Cross’s business—”“Blood fist.” Damien’s icy voice cut through the tense atmosphere,
Just as Rex reached for his expensive wine again, the door to the room burst open with a thunderous crash, silencing the revelry in an instant. Crimson laser dots swarmed the room, targeting every man, freezing them in place.Rex barely blinked when he saw the commotion. It was not something new to have enemies barge into the place he was having fun. Probably, it would end with another threat conversation before the other party leaves. Calmly, he sipped his drink and set it down. But just as his fingers released the glass, a bullet shattered it, spilling the expensive liquor onto his custom Dior shoes."Bold little bastards," Rex muttered, his patience wearing thin. Reaching into his waistband, he pulled out a pistol.Upon seeing the lethal weapon in his hand, the women beside scattered like frightened mice, their shrieks piercing the tension-filled air. They weren't women who worked for the clan, instead, they were just simple escorts and prostitutes called in to please these big-sho
After switching the light on, her eyes landed on a set of bags near the couch. The scent of familiar dishes wafted through the air, and her heart twisted painfully. He had brought her favorite foods, likely intending to eat with her.He had wanted to eat with her. Her chest prickled with guilt and for a moment, she hesitated.But then she glanced at the shattered vase she had thrown in anger, and the guilt was replaced by frustration. Gathering the bags, she marched to the door and opened it to find Damien’s bodyguards standing stiffly outside.“You must be hungry standing out here all day,” she said, shoving the bags into their hands. “Take these. I’m not in the mood to eat.”The men exchanged bewildered glances.“Lady Boss, are you sure—”“If you don’t want them, throw them away,” she said curtly, shutting the door before they could protest further.“We can't really toss this away, can't we? This is too expensive." One of the bodyguards said, glancing at the bag while the others nod
His scowl deepened, and for a moment, she thought he might explode. But instead, he bit back whatever retort had been on the tip of his tongue. He knew that pushing her further would only backfire.“I understand you hate hospitals,” he said after a long pause, his voice gentler. “But staying here and resting is for your own good. You’re too stubborn to take care of yourself, so I have to do it for you.”Did he view her as a child? Why was he so persistent in keeping her here? She could recuperate somewhere else with a personal doctor — anything was fine, as long as it wasn't this chemical-filled location brimming with painful memories.Eva’s lips pressed into a thin line. “I don’t need your intervention.”His eyes narrowed, his irritation simmering just beneath the surface. “Don’t be stubborn—”“You’re a hypocrite,” she shot back before she could stop herself. Well, to some extent, she was hypocritical."Ehm, ehm……you demand me to not be stubborn, but here you are again, also being st
Eva felt her heart ache at the tone of Damien's voice, so small and fragile, like that of a lost child. Her chest tightened with guilt for having pushed him to this point. Her logical mind chastised her for taking things too far, while her heart yearned to soothe and comfort him.“Will you do it again?” she asked softly, her fingers tracing gentle circles over his rough, calloused hands.Immediately, his hand shifted to clasp hers tightly, intertwining their fingers in a firm yet comforting grip. Her heart skipped a beat at the gesture, a tiny smile tugging at the corners of her lips.“I can’t promise you a definite no,” he admitted, his deep voice muffled as he rested his head on her shoulder. He breathed her in—the intoxicating, calming scent of jasmine filling his senses and clouding his mind. “But I will try my hardest to be lenient.”She paused, unsure how to respond. Sensing her silence, Damien tightened his hold on her fingers, giving her hand a reassuring squeeze.“Are you sti
Eva’s heart pounded as she searched for a way to diffuse his anger. She knew that escalating this tension would only make things worse. Desperate, she decided to play a different card—a gamble.“Tell me, how would you like to handle the consequences? Perhaps I should start with—" He was interrupted when she abruptly stepped forward, wrapping her arms around him in a tight embrace. The suddenness of her action made him freeze in place.“What are you doing?" He blinked. "Damien," she murmured softly, her voice sweet and soothing. She pressed her face against his chest, rubbing her cheek against the silk of his shirt.His body stiffened, his clenched fists trembling at his sides. "This won't work," he said, though his voice had lost its sharp edge."I'm cold," she whispered, her words muffled against his chest."Eva," he warned, but his tone lacked conviction."Won’t you hug me?" She tilted her head up, gazing at him with wide, pleading eyes and a slight pout on her lips. Her heart ski
After bidding Belle goodbye and promising her one last time that she would return tomorrow, Eva walked down the hospital halls with a spring in her step. A soft hum escaped her lips, her arms filled with snacks Belle had insisted she take. The little girl had brightened her day and made her feel less alone in the dreariness of the hospital."You shout it out, but I can't hear a word you sayI'm talking loud, not saying muchI'm criticized, but all your bullets ricochetShoot me down, but I get up," Eva softly sang, her favorite song playing in her mind as she strolled back to her room. She smiled, wondering if her friend Nathalie would enjoy the snacks she was carrying.“I'm bulletproof, nothing to loseFire away, fire awayRicochet, you take your aimFire away, fire awayShe was in such a good mood that she even gently danced along the hallway to her. “You shoot me down, but I won't fallI am titanium………..”“You shoot me down, but I won't fallI am titanium” a low voice suddenly com
She paused, her mind flashing back to the countless fights, the shattered dishes, the cold silences that followed her every rebellion. "But I didn’t let their expectations control me. I chose my path, even when it meant walking away from them entirely." Eva let out a sigh, her gaze still focused outside the window. " I really loved it when I refused them, even though it would earn me being slapped senselessly. I always find pleasure somehow and I took pride in becoming the perfect, graceful black sheep of that damned family.” Belle hung on every word, her eyes wide with admiration and curiosity."But," She continued. “I only did it when I was a grown adult, legal enough to make my own choices. My plan wasn't perfect nor did it work in pleasing my family, but then again, why should I continue to please them when they were never family to me in the first place?" Eva gently moved her gaze back to Belle, leaning forward, "However, as someone who has gone through all that, you should k