De Luca [ON HOLD]

- G R I M - R E A P E R

C H A P T E R. T H R E E : G R I M - R E A P E R

"... want to know why I haven't killed you yet? To scare you. I want to see the fear in your eyes,"
-Dante De Luca.

S C A R L E T T's P. O. V

At my insult Ace spits out his latte, his eyes finally looking up to me in shock. Between the four of us we stood silent. No-one making a move to say anything or do anything. That was until Dante spoke, his words laced with immense anger,

"Excuse me?"

I don't say anything scared shitless that even if I did say something, it'll be the wrong thing. Instead I just replay all the events that happened today alone. My mind went back to before they both made their appearance known. The sole reason to why this was happening.

That damn cupcake. My fucking lunch.

I moved to place my hands on top of Theo's catching Dante's eyes fall on the action for a split second before they met my eyes again. Without warning him I slapped his hands away from my body and spun around to face him, punching him square in the shoulder as hard as I could.

He stumbled backwards, my actions still not registering in his head. He cupped his shoulder where I punched him and wailed out,

"What the fuck was that for?!"

I exhaled out from my nose deeply and took steps towards him making instantly take steps back, trying to create a distance between us,

"This is all because of you! If you didn't eat my damn cupcake, I wouldn't be in this stupid situation! I wouldn't be loosing my bloody mind like an unmarried ninety-year-old who's begging for attention!"

I wailed back with desperation. My hands faltered to my sides. I turned back around to face Dante who was still looking at me with anger. It was like it never died down instead it looked as if he was getting worked up. I gave him a dirty screw face and continued to speak without a filter,

"You're just one of those cocky idiots who think that they can get away with whatever they want. For all I know, you can't do shit,"

I taunted him in the end. In my head I knew I shouldn't be doing this but I couldn't help it. He was the reason why I acted like this. He sucked in a deep breath before parting his lush lips. He spoke in a voice so deep that it sent chills down to my core,

"You don't know who you're dealing with sweet cheeks,"

I rolled my eyes, getting even more annoyed that he still called me by a pet name despite knowing what my name was. I folded my hands over my chest defensively and said,

"I don't know what fairy-tale you're stuck in but all I know is that I'm dealing with a bloody skinned testicle. A fucking cheap one too,"

It didn't take him long to push his chair back, making it tip against the bricked wall. He stormed his way to me, leaving a distance between us so that I was able to pick up his woody, coca scent. His right hand moved swiftly behind his back almost as if he was going to get something out.

His face was stone cold, no emotion plastered to show what he was thinking or what his next actions were going to be. From the corner of my eye, I catch Ace's eyes widen like it was going to be the end of the world.

He stumbled out of his seat and rushed over to Dante, a firm hand clasping onto his right hand that was still hidden. Dante's body remained rigid, you could tell because his muscles tensed against the fabric.

Pushing all hate aside, if he wasn't an annoying arse, I for sure would've dropped on the floor with my legs open because he was indeed the perfect statement of getting ready to be fucked endlessly. Sadly enough for me that wasn't the case.