Gods, but the one left alive was going to die and fucking slowly! Hell, at this point I considering carving out his fucking heart and having the fucking thing gift wrapped as a welcome home present for when I finally got my girl home!
In fact, I was that worked up, that Clay had to get my attention to make me aware of the damage I was doing to the walls behind me as plaster started to crack and rain with powder. It was coming from the force of my fisted gloved hand, one that I could feel humming with unleashed pent-up power. One that only relaxed when I saw the moment she finally wrapped the cord around his neck. Then she placed a foot to his shoulder and arched her back, using his own body against him as she used him as leverage to strangle the life from his body.
In the end, he had died suffering like I hoped he had, for there was a bloody gash on his forehead and large shards of ceramic embedded in his face. There was also yet again another broken arm, multiple kicks to the face and an electrical wire cutting into his flesh. One deep enough that if he hadn’t died of asphyxiation, he would have from blood loss. Not that all of this had been enough, for at my hands it would have been far more bloody and violent. But more importantly, it wouldn’t have been so quick.
Yet, all in all, my girl had done well and to the point I couldn’t help my lips from twitching when Clay had remarked,
“Fuck, but what is it with your girl and breaking arms?” I didn’t reply, but then again I didn’t need to. As it was obvious, my ferocious little princess was a force to be reckoned with and I very much doubted that even Dom knew the extent of this.
A thought that both pleased and amused me greatly.
In fact, I had a feeling as though Amelia had been underestimated her whole life and I was starting to understand her annoyance at the common mistake of most.
I nodded to Hakan when I saw him look to the door. But he paused in a strange manner, as if this next part was something he didn’t want to show me. So, I prompted,
“You may continue, Hakan.”
“My Ch…”
“Just fucking spit it out!” I snapped making him bow his head and tell me,
“She struggled in this next room…greatly,” he confessed, and the last word uttered make me grit my teeth so hard I thought the fuckers would crumble!
“Just fucking show me!” I barked knowing there was no other way I could speak in that moment. Not now knowing that if I had found this last one difficult to watch, then this next fight would be fucking agonizing.
And I wasn’t wrong, for in my heart, it was nothing short of…
Torturous.
Chapter 3
David and Goliath
I walked into the living space, following the ghost of Amelia’s past footsteps as she ran into the room and crouched down to nothing. I then looked to Liessa, who just nodded shamefully at my unspoken question. Which meant my girl had been worried about one of my council members. And from the look of things, the significance of the scene was not lost on a certain enforcer of mine. A clear show of concern that now gave Liessa’s husband something to think about, especially seeing as it came from a human.
After this, I then watched as the auras of the two dead men were sucked from where they now lay dead and were swept backwards to the entrance. Now with the auras in place, the scene started to play out once again, and as soon as the men took one look at Amelia, they decided to each take a side. Both of them did this with their mouths silently moving, no doubt spewing their threats.
Then Amelia looked down at what I presumed was a knife in her hand before she looked back up at the last to speak and I didn’t need to hear her words to make out her next line,
‘Oh, you mean this one…oh, okay then.’ Then she moved her arm back and let the invisible blade fly and I looked down just in time to see the aura fall backwards and land in the body. One now with a very visible blade sticking out of his heart. This made me proud to see that she hadn’t been foolish enough to let the guy live, as she once had. But this time there was no mistake, not like before back at the museum. No, now she was fighting to kill, that much was clear from that single action alone.
But this was when I knew things were going to get difficult, as one look at the aura still standing and just from the sheer size of him I knew that this was the difficult fight Hakan had spoken of. Well, at the very least I could see from his body, that he had been beaten to a very bloody pulp, and for that, I was more than thankful for. Now, all I could hope for was that her own injuries weren’t half as bad.
Again, Hakan looked to me as if silently asking me if I was sure I wished to continue and for just a single moment I found myself torn. For one, I needed my people safe and not buried under a hundred tons of rubble. But then after the feeling of dread that had hit me when stepping from the stairwell, I knew I had to fucking know!
So, I nodded for him to continue and once more, myself and the whole of my council watched as nothing short of a battle between David and Goliath ensued. A fight starting when he ran at her in clear rage after just seeing her kill his comrade. She sidestepped and blocked what must have been a knife in his hand, making me fucking curse, knowing she had no weapon of her own. Damn it, but she shouldn’t have been so hasty in giving up her weapon so soon!
She brought her knee up and hit him in the gut but seeing the way he was dressed from the dead body, then that move would have little effect for he looked to be wearing a bullet proof vest.
“FUCKER!” I suddenly roared the second I saw him pick her up by the waist and throw her against the wall! Gods, but I could feel myself losing my shit and fucking quickly!
“Gods, but she is one tough little…”
“Don’t you fucking dare finish that Gods be damned sentence!” I snapped at Clay not needing his fucking opinion right now, even if the big bastard was right!
I watched her stagger from it but then she soon recovered and just in time to as he swiped out at her with what must have been his blade. I was just happy to see that she managed to dodge the blow but then the male’s aura started to motion with his hands, waving them back and to in front of him. He did this about a foot apart and it took me a moment to figure out what he was doing. That was until I could just make out her words, thanks to the distinct moving of the mouth,
‘Seriously, just pick a fucking hand would you!’ she told him making Ruto this time unable to resist commenting,
“Dickhead, what does he think he is doing, like that would fucking scare her!” I decided to let him have this one, for if watching this play out would make him respect her more, then at least one fucking thing arose from this torturous sight!
She side stepped and continued to block his advances, managing to get a kick to the knee before delivering a bruising blow to his back with her elbow. The move I knew was one that she was hoping would have brought him down, but despite jumping up and putting all her weight into the hit, he was big enough that he stayed on his feet. Instead he swiped out haphazardly behind himself, very nearly catching her once more with his weapon.
She managed to dodge it again, thankfully, but wasn’t quick enough to completely come out unscathed as she received a hard kick to the stomach, sending her backwards into the piano. Again, I found myself trying to contain my rage at the sight, but unable to stop myself from stepping forward this time, as even some of my council visibly shifted as if they too felt the need to jump in and protect her. This at the very least pleased me to see. However, I just wished it hadn’t come on the back of her getting hurt.