Chapter 4
Run, Baby Girl, Run
Zaria
I wasn't raised right from my childhood to be a prisoner.
And I'm more than sure I wasn't destined to die a captive in some creepy underground mafia mansion, the exact one under the care of a psychopath adorned with silver eyes and a pretty face that's too sinful and beautiful for his kind of work and this wicked world.
So yeah, escaping tonight? That has always been the plan the moment they brought me here.
And I won't mind doing anything, even to the point of flirting my way out. Also, lying through my teeth would be one of the simplest things I would do, even ensuring to add a little drama to my act to make it real. Anything to get me out of this creepy place.
"Marco," I muttered sweetly the moment I saw him. I leaned close to him at his duty post, just enough for sensitive body contact that would set him on fire. I ensured our arms touched, briefly but in an arousing way, brushing my shoulders against his. "Please."
The guard shifted somewhat awkwardly, unable to hold my piercing gaze. Just touching him and staring sweetly at him was enough to weaken him. That was his weak spot, making him feel guilty. How did I even get that? I could smell that whatever I asked him to do, he would do without turning back. Even holding his rifle was hard for him.
"Don't subject a pretty lady to begging you," I added softly, and to add to the fire, I pretended to let my lashes drop to see his reaction. "I haven't for days since I came in here, seen the sky, and that's not good for a lady...."
That was it, he cracked. I knew beforehand that it would be that easy to get him
Exactly ten minutes later, I was already slipping through a cracked side gate. I didn't care that I was actually barefoot and my dress torn at the hem; that wasn't going to stop me. As I cracked my brain to work out something, my adrenaline kept pumping so hard my ears began ringing. I could literally feel my heart beat in my throat.
Well, I was almost there
There were tall hedges from nowhere, and a cold and cruel wind.
I was sure the road was clear for me. Even when I looked back, there was no sign of someone creepy following me, not even a shadow.
I sprinted the best I could across the grass, paying deaf ears to the pain in my feet. All I cared for was freedom, and it was literally ten steps away from me. I wasn't exaggerating when I mentioned ten steps. It was actually ten.
Then, all of a sudden, the bushes nearby rustled.
I froze at the strange sound.
Followed by low and weird growls.
I glanced in the direction of the sound, and there were not one, not two, or even three glowing dark eyes....
"Sh*t, this can't be happening..."
The rogues, without delay, lunged.
They attacked with everything they had. Their teeth, to their claws, even snarled. The speed at which they moved was unbeatable. I barely had time to scream. I ducked for safety, rolled, and at that point, I felt a slash tear running roughly across my smooth arms. The pain was indescribable, exploding down my side. All I could do was to kick one of them in the snout, spring to my feet to run...
Then a loud roar tore through the whole commotion.
I looked at the figure approaching and it wasn't human.
I tried to figure out if it was an animal, but no, it wasn't.
It was something worse. Something I never anticipated.
It was him.
No other than Luciano.
He shifted mid-air as I watched. The black suit he was wearing was mercilessly ripped off his body, his human bones cracking and giving out weird sounds as his form twisted. I observed his wolf wasn't anything like the others as I watched. He was bigger in size and action. More violent than anyone could imagine. A perfect description of pure chaos wrapped in fur and consuming rage.
He tore furiously into the rogues, it was more like he was born for blood.
I watched in awe, my eyes wide at the sight before me. How possible was it that fur flew and bones weakened and snapped? One rogue picked up the courage to run. Well, that was a huge mistake. Luciano didn't give him a breathing space as he was on him in seconds, jaws targeted around its neck, his silver eyes now glowing dangerously like hellfire.
After that, there was dead silence.
I looked around me and there were dead bodies everywhere. Blood flowed like water, even covering the grass.
Then he turned to face me. By now, he was half wolf, half man, but still very well covered in gore.
I observed his countenance, and all I could see was fury.
"You made a mistake the moment you thought you could run from me?" His voice wasn't close to being soft; it was gravelly, very rough, and broken. "How naive of you, from your mate?"
My legs buckled, but this time, it wasn't because I was afraid of him. No, it was from the heat in his intense stare.
He marched with only two steps toward me, his eyes had returned to silver, but his chest was still beating fast. The first thing that welcomed me before he got to me was his scent, somehow smokey, or pine, then danger
Luciano grabbed my wrist as he got close to me, furiously inspecting the scratch. His touch, to mention but the least, was hot and possessive at the same time.
"You could've died if I didn't show up," he growled still angry. "You would've died without my intervention."
"I would rather love to die than agree to be your prisoner," I snapped, not showing any sign of gratitude, instead, I yanked my arm away.
His hand shot out, targeting my chin and grabbing with force. He forced me to face him. "Don't think of yourself as my prisoner, you're mine." He hissed.
I should've slapped him, at least to show him that I wasn't weak.
Instead, I froze like a statue, and I even dared believe him.
He leaned in, too close that his breath washed over my face and his nose brushed my temple, then inhaling deeply, he continued. "Try to run one more time," he whispered darkly, "and watch me handle you roughly, no gentleness."