BRANDON SALVATORE
I open my eyes, my head drumming and my neck painful. I try to seat up but something tugs at my wrist, I look and notice my hands are clamped and chained to the bed, a collar clamped on my neck. I look around, I don't recognize the room, of course I shouldn't, Killian must have brought me here.
My throat is dry, I'm dehydrated and exhausted, I need to get out of here, I need to kill Killian and get out of here.
The door opens and Killian walks in, he's holding a tray of food and my eyes is only on the water, because my throat is dry, really dry.
"Look who's awake," he settles the tray on a table and sits on the bed. "Did you have a good rest?"
"What do you want from me?" I ask.
"Everything," he answers.
"You don't know me-"
"Brandon Salvatore, the son of Franklin and Sarah Salvatore, I think I know you quite well."
"That's my name, and my parent's name. You don't know me, I've never meddled with your organization or work, why are you keeping me here and treating me like this?"
"Amaya is dead. The crazy part is, she made a distress call, saying someone wanted to kill her. Just when we track and arrive at your house, she's already dead, and you're soaked in her blood."
"I didn't kill Amaya."
"Who did?"
"I don't know. How would I know, I just heard a scream, I go out to see what it was and she's in her pool of blood, dying."
"Why didn't you help her immediately?"
"I called the cops, I told them to help, but they... They were asking stupid question so I ended the call. I just wanted to check on my sister when you attacked me."
"Hmm, if it isn't you, who then killed her?"
"I told you, I don't know."
"What about Kingpin? Is there something you wanna say?"
I exhale, Kingpin might be an asshole, but he could be my only chance of help. "I don't know where he is?"
Killian frowns and leans close, grabbing my neck, the pain for earlier comes back but I can't fight, my hands are chained. "Alessandro wants you dead, I can help you but you need to tell me what you know."
"I told you already, I don't know where Kingpin is, and I didn't kill Amaya."
He stares at me for a while before nodding. He stands from the bed and carries the tray.
"Where are you going with the food?'
"You don't look hungry, because if you were, you would start talking."
I gulp. "I've told you all I know, if you can't give me the food, it's fine. Just let me have water."
He raises a brow. "You're thirsty?"
I nod.
He places the tray back on the table and take the glass of water. "You want water, you have to drink it from me."
"What?" I ask and he takes the water into his mouth and face me, leaning close, he wants me to drink the water from his mouth, what exactly was wrong with this psychopath. He swallows the water and turns from me.
"You don't look thirsty."
"No wait, fine I'll do it."
He stops. "I'm not a fan of giving people second changes, I've already done that for you, twice. I won't do it again, just so you know."
I nod and he takes the water in his mouth before leaning close, I shut my eyes and open up, my lips settling on his. This was embarrassing but I had no choice, I drank the water from his mouth and when he did the act again, I bite his lips hard that I draw blood before breaking the kiss. "Fuck you Killian," I say with a grin on my face.
He smiles. "You never seize to surprise me," he leans close and I move back until I'm stopped by the bed. "But I hate being tempted, and you just tempted me."
Killian wraps a hand around my waist and pulls me close, our faces inches from each other's.
"Get off of me."
"I will, when I'm done," he whispers and closes his eyes, his lips settling on mine.