Page 202 of Nemesync
I scoffed, “You won’t do a fucking thing.” Then I shoved the necklace away.
Struggling to maintain his calm, he sneered. “You’re nothing, just weak against your emotions and impulses, just like your family was.”
A deep chuckle escaped my throat, “Emotions, you say? Because you think I still feel them, Elias? You want to harm the only reason you’re still alive and not just fucking ashes. Do better. You’re fucking brainless.”
“She’s next on my list,” he said with a smile.
I laughed, rolling up my sleeves slowly. “Good, cause you’re next on my list too.”
I launched a blow so devastating to him that he staggered backward, grasping the edge of the desk for support. “Look at this as a return of interest. For every fucking heartbreak you caused her.”
Punch after punch, cut after cut, Elias still held his head high to prove that he still had dignity.
“You can’t do this, I’m not afraid of you.”
I smirked, finding his words almost comical.
“You’re funny Elias.” I slid my blade across his cheek. Blood. Screams.Anarchy. “What you’ll feel next is a whole new fucking level of fear, you’ll understand what it means to be truly afraid.”
Each strike, each blow, each punch carried a bitter reminder, each fucking word a message that reflects the agony I’d weathered all my fucking life.
10.
Red.
I can’t stop seeing red and blood, smelling it, remembering the feeling of that pool of crimson, the lifeless faces.
Fuck.
“For my father, for me, who died on the same day. and for Zanae, the only good thing you did in all your life, but still managed to fuck that up.”
“You’re...insane.”
I gripped his chin, forcing him to meet my gaze, and smiled at him, “You failed to break me, but you tried to break her, so I’ll make sure you fucking feel real brokenness Elias.”
“She’s completely sinful. You cannot love her.”
A wide grin appeared on my lips. “That’s where you’re fucking wrong. If she’s all sin, don’t forget that I’mD’yavol.”
He spat out blood, his face smeared with red, yet he stubbornly clung to his stupid attitude. “She’ll never let you kill me, never.”
My vision blurred with rage and madness as I grabbed him by the collar, yanking him closer. I bared the tattoo on my forearm, revealing my beautiful girl’s eyes. “See these eyes, Elias? Every time you shut yours, remember they’re watching. Every move, every breath, every word, she sees it all. She’s with me, in every thought, in everynightmare.”
My breath was heavy, my shirt bloodied; the room reflected in a sordid way the madness that consumed me.
“She’s my fucking mistake not yours,” he pleaded weakly, bruised and broken.
Ignoring him, I methodically broke each of his fingers, relishing in the symphony of his bones crunching beneath my hands and his screams of agony.
“She.”Crack, “Was.”Crack, “Never.”Crack, “Your.”Crack, “Mistake.”Crack, “She’s not a fucking mistake; she’s the only good thing left in your miserable life.”
His hands now destroyed, his screams pierced the room, just like my Zanae’s cried when he sent men to kill her. He knelt on the ground before me, his voice pleading, “Stop, Volkov, please, the message is clear now, stop!”
With a sinister smile, I leaned in closer, gripping his hair to force him to meet my gaze. “Told you I would get you on your knees and make you beg me to stop.” Standing over him, I spokeone last time, “Forget about her or I swear you won’t need a grave because I’ll scatter your fucking remains to the wind.”
Leaving him on the ground, I turned away, walking through the complex. Dead guards littered the scene, their blood pooling everywhere.
No remorse tainted my mind; if it meant protecting her from the monsters that haunted our past, I would do it all over again. War or not, problems or not, she was worth it all.
