BRANDON SALVATORE
Was I dreaming? Killian Mendoza, in my fucking house. Something must have gone wrong, where's everyone, father, that bastard Kingpin, what did these people want.
"What do you want?" I ask, my voice firm despite the inner turmoil about my sister's safety.
"Seems like you already know me, so there's no need for an introduction."
"I asked you a fucking question, what do you want?"
He frowns, probably hates being cursed at but I was red, I needed to find Annie, and know what was happening.
"You'll know eventually," he say and at the next instance, he's charging at me. I barely had time to react because he was fast, so damn fast. He punches me hard on my face and hits me against the wall, not once, twice. My shoulders fall and my face consorts with pain. His elbow presses my neck and my hand reach out, trying to push him away but I might just be moving a wall. I've heard stories about his strength but seeing it in person, I was really done for.
"Please.." I choke out. I didn't want to die, I needed to find my sister, my Annie.
"Finally begging," he whisper, a small smile tugging at the corners of his lips. He frees me and the next instance, elbows me and sends me falling back on the tiled ground. He's on me, his kneel pressing my stomach.
"Brandon Salvatore, where is he?" He ask.
My eyes shot open amidst the pain in my body, our eyes meet and i hold his gaze. He's looking for Brandon Salvatore, it mean they don't know it's me, they see me as a different person. One thing Franklin did well, hiding I and Annie's identities from the public.
"I asked a question," he says and I gulp.
"I... Don't know," I answer, my voice quivering. I had never been in this kind of situation before, tackled to the ground by my fellow man. This wasn't me, he needed to get off me so I'll show him what I'm really made of. As if reading my thoughts, he releases me, stands to his feet and turns. For the love of christ he just backed me. I immediately stand up and make to throw him a punch but he immediately turns, catching my fist. I thought my reflexes were fast but this was a whole different reflex, he was fast, more like he was inhumane.
He frowns, tightening his grip on my hand. "And I wanted to let you go."
He pushes me against the wall and brings out a gun, placing it on my abdomen. I don't make a sound as I stare into his eyes, my eyes pleading he won't shoot, because if he did, Annie's life would be a total mess.
"Don't shoot," I said and he raised a brow.
"One good reason why I shouldn't?" He ask.
I look around, searching for the right word. "I'll do whatever you want," I say, desperation creeping into my voice.
He smiles softly. "Anything?" He ask and I nod, I don't know what he might request for but it couldn't be absurd, could it.
He begins to trail the weapon on my chest before he reaches my face, he smiles and tucks the weapon inside his pocket and suddenly touches my chest.
My heart miss a beat as he begin trailing the lining of my abs, down to my lower abdomen and to the band of my pants. "What are you doing?" I ask and he smiles.
"You said you'll do anything, right?"
"Err, yeah.. but."
"No buts, if you don't cooperate, I'll kill you, here and now."
I nod, this was insane, I hated proximity, someone needed to tell him. I shut my eyes as his hand made it's way into my pants and the next instance, he grabs my dick.
"Fuck!" I curse as my eyes snap open and I look at him. "What are you doing?"
He smiles. "I'll let you leave, if you cum on my fingers, if you don't, I'll kill you here and now."
"W..what?" I ask.
He smiles and leans close, his lips inches from mine as I held my breath. "The choice is yours, are you living or dying today?"