Wild And Wicked

64 | Says who? You?

Like
.
.
.
.
.
Comment
.
.
.
.
.
Share/Follow
.
.
.
~ Constructive feedback is appreciated~
.
.
.
♦ Please don't be a silent reader,and at least leave a like to motivate me♦
.
.
.
♠ Not Edited♠
.
.
.
.
.

Kataleya's POV:-

The dragging of footsteps suddenly made the atmosphere tense with uncertainty. The sullen reality hits us again.

We are just captives in this damned place.

I have been trying to loosen the knots but to no avail. They have been tied with such expertise that if I wasn't the one being confined with them, I would have complimented the artist.

As the sight of leather shoes graced my vision, I tilted my head upwards. The hope to convince Kevin to let us help him diminished the moment I saw who stood in front of me.

The disgust washed over me and my eyes crystal clear with the hatred I began to feel for this man stared at him.

And by the look of it, he was aware of what I felt for him. Nothing but resentment.

His face reminds me of the grave sin he committed and all I could feel for him was loathe. I detest him for what he did to an innocent girl. He snatched her justice and hid his brother's heinous crime.

"You look amazing... being tied up and all." He grinned at me. Maliciousness dripping his aura.

"You will look amazing too once I slit your throat." I smiled back at him.

"Kataleya being Kataleya. Why are you always so violent?" Liam chuckled as if I cracked a joke instead of threatening his life.

"Is that why I'm tied up? You know you can't win against me if you play fair. Such a sore loser you are."

One thing I have learnt from the lifestyle of the mafia is once you get under your opponents' skin, they will make mistakes because their fragile ego can't take the hit.

So, I'm doing exactly that with my words. Getting on his nerves.

"Why would I play fair when I can play dirty?" His face splits into a big smile.

I have never been so irked by someone's smile. Seeing him smile all I want to do is slam my fist against his face and wipe that sick smile off his face.

"Let's be honest. You know you would have no chances against me had you played fair. I would have handed your ass back to you on a silver fucking platter." Forcing my annoyance at the bay, I decided to annoy him with my smile.

"You sure do have a lot to say for someone tied up. Why are you not scared? I can hurt you, darling." He gripped my face roughly trying to get his point across.

So in retaliation, I spit on his face.

He spewed out a series of curses before scowling at me. He shot a glare at me to which I responded with a sickly sweet smile.

He didn't make his point across me, but I did. Just because I'm tied with ropes absolutely doesn't justify that I won't put up a fight. Because I will.

He cackled and before I realised my head whipped to the side when his fist connected with my face.

"YOU SON OF A BITCH! I WILL BREAK YOUR HANDS AND SHOVE THEM DOWN YOUR THROAT IF YOU HURT MY WIFE AGAIN." Enrico hollered, his patience breaking after seeing me get hurt.