HER || 18+ (OLD VERSION)

F O U R

"Putain de bordel de merde," I grumbled under my breath as the man pinned my hands behind my back. "You're going to die," I told him. "Alex doesn't appreciate his sister and friends being captured." (Translation- Jesus fucking Christ)

And maybe Creeds would see this.

"Who the fuck is Alexi?"

Right, I forgot Alexi wasn't exactly world-famous. Bastard liked to stay hidden. People knew him just by 'Pakhan'.

"Who the fuck are you?"

The man chuckled. "You have a mouth and you speak French. You'll sell nicely."

"I'll what now?"

He chuckled, I felt his breath on my ear. I gagged. "Maybe I'll have you first."

I chuckled. "You are so going to die."

"Shut the fuck up, whore."

This little bastard.

"How about you remove your hands, huh, I'll break your fucking face!" Alisa was screaming at the man who was holding her on the other side. I could not see her. Damn this SUV. I shouldn't have asked her to come.

"Alright," I said, winching when he tied what felt like a zip tie around my wrists. "Do you know Valentinos? I've heard they like to kill. And I kinda know them."

"Not working, bitch, they can't hurt me from Italy."

"Let me make a call I'm sure they'll manage," I hissed and then whimpered when he hit the back of my hand with his gun.

"You talk a lot." He again hit the back of my head. "Put them in the van, guys."

"Wait!" Alisa yelled. "You want to fuck with the Creeds? She's their girl."

The one behind me went rigid for a second. "They haven't been seen in years, whore. And you both would be long gone if they try to get you."

I could not believe I was running out of mafias to threaten them with. Was there a Spanish mafia?

"They are right here," I said when he started pulling me towards a black van. "Round the corner. I've heard Zavier has a maze." I had never seen it but it was famous. "And Ashton's gifted with a knife. Xerxes doesn't torture but he really gets into it when he does."

"Shut up, slut."

"I have a fucking name!"

"Don't care, slut."

He opened the door and threw me in. I cried out when my head hit the floor.

Alisa was dropped beside me and then the doors closed.

She looked at me, her blond hair sticking to her face. "Scream on three."

I nodded.

"One," we whispered. "Two. Three."

We screamed so loud I was sure my own ears were bleeding.

The van door opened and one of the ski-masked men looked inside. "What the fuck are you screaming about?"

"She wasn't kidding," I said quietly, sitting up with some effort, feeling a little faint. "Creeds will kill you if you hurt me." I hoped they would. "Do you remember those airport pictures which were all over the media years back? I am that girl. You will die," I almost hissed. "And I will be happy to want as you do."

"I'm Alexi's sister," Alisa said. The man took a step back as if slapped. "He is a vengeful motherfucker, a little annoying, but loyal to the blood. Unless, of course, you ignore the fact that he killed our father."

The man looked at me and then at Alisa then back at me.

Then, a gun was pressed to the back of his head.

Zavier Creed smirked at me, some strands of his hair falling over his forehead, his eyes filled with darkness, and his face nothing but a collection of beautiful edges. "Hello, Kitten."

"Hi," I squeaked.

Zavier removed his gun, turned the guy around, and shot him.

I heard a gunshot, then two more, then a lot more.

They were killing all of the ski-masked men.

Alisa looked at me. "Should have called them in the starting."

"Shut the fu-"

Zavier grabbed us by the arm and pulled us out of the van. I stumbled in my heels.

He took a knife out of his pocket and cut our zip ties. All the while, I avoided looking at his face.

I looked to my right.

Xerxes Creed shot a man at the back of his head, the blood sprayed over him, becoming invisible on his dark suit. Sin mixing into sin. He looked at me with blood drizzled on his jaw. His lips tilted up. "Hey, baby. Don't mind the blood."

"Hi," I squeaked again.

"Get in the limo, both of you," Zavier ordered, nodding his head towards the limo which was beside Alisa's SUV.

Ashton Creed smirked at me, he was wiping his hands with a white handkerchief, his glasses on his nose, and strands of his blond hair down his forehead, his shirt was covered in blood. "Hey, little one." He pushed himself away from the limo and opened a door. "Get inside."

I got inside with my heart thundering inside of my chest. Holy fuck. Holy fuck. Holy fuck.

I had not gotten this overworked when that asshole tied that zip tie around me. I had not gotten scared, either.

It was as if I knew they'd come.

They always do, Olivia, you don't.

I clenched my eyes shut as the image flashed in my head.

It was on fire. Everything was on fire.

"I'll be okay!" She yelled with flames around her. "I'll be okay, Olivia. Be brave."

She died. She was not okay. She died.

And I was the reason.

I sighed.

I was the reason.

. . .

Thoughts?

It's my birthday tomorrow so I ordered so many books and I'm really happy right now, if we ignore the breakup, of course.