Eden Salvatore
I spat out my blood as his fist made contact with my jaw. Gritting my teeth, I sucked up the pain and looked up at the man. My eyes flared at the sight of his face, scanning him up and down I zoomed onto the visible tattoo on his forearm. Fucking cocksucker.
I lunged for him. Turning my revolver over, I gripped it into my fist. A punch met his jaw. He tipped his head back as the revolver hit him across the face. I exhaled sharply, listening to the satisfying sound of his bone cracking under my knuckles.
Catching my breath, I felt my body shook slightly at the pain shooting up my side. I clutched to the annoying bullet wound on the side of my stomach. Blood oozed through my shirt and I cursed under my breath.
Another punch thrown my way, I tilted my head sideways and looked at the new coming man. I swung my arm up, breaking his nose and kicked his torso. I made sure I aimed for the ribcage, taking him down.
Blood dripped down my head and nose. I wiped them away with the back of my hand as my head started to spin. A powerful kick hit the back of my kneecap and I lost my balance. Falling to ground on my knees felt pathetic even at the verge of death.
I stared at the bodies scattered on the ground. I killed them. Now this would have been much better if I still had more bullets.
Gunshots echoed across the air like a never ending thunderstorm. I tried to listen for the sound of Thane or perhaps the sound of her footsteps running away.
Nothing. A gun pressed on my forehead.
I broke out of my haze and looked up at the man. He grinned at me like he had won. For a moment it felt like they did. But, to hell with them. I wasn't going to die under their hands.
Satan would laugh in my face when I went to hell and told him the cause of my death. My father might as well joined in the laughters with him to ease the embarrassment.
It took more than a bullet to kill a Salvatore.
" You know we will win, my prince. " he chuckled humorlessly, tapping my forehead with the gun.
I cocked an eyebrow at him through my dizziness. His eyes widened. I wrapped my fingers around his loaded gun, pressing it harder to my head.
" And, you know I will fight. " I muttered under my breath.
They dropped Thane beside me, on his knees. He had his hands tied behind his back. Bloodied face and unarmed. I brought him here to die tonight.
" Where's the princess? " the one with his gun on my head asked. I snapped my eyes back up at him.
" I'd be damned if I let you get to her. Go to hell. " Grunting, I turned the gun over and pulled the trigger.
His body fell to the ground making a loud thud. A bullet hole between his eyebrows. Thane chuckled through his red teeth. I barely scowled at him when a bat hit the back of my head, taking me down.
It was dark.
The air was stuffy. I wonder if there was any oxygen in here at all. I was tied to a chair with my hands behind my back. I stretched my body in pain. My eyesight blurry and unfocused as bright light above my head hit me full force. I let out a breathy groan of frustration.
" You're up. "
" No shit. " I muttered back at the unknown voice.
It was when his face came into view that I wondered if he was in the royal family or if I knew him from somewhere. He did look familiar but not important enough for me to remember who he was. Now that said a lot about him as a person.
My opinion about him being the most irritating bastard on earth only became clearer when he started to blabber on about how he wanted my wife dead. The same story about the rightful heir bullshit I heard for the hundredth times since I married into this mess.
His voice faded away into the background and the voices in my head thumped inside my eardrums. I was in pain and annoyed. So much so that I wanted to break his jaw apart and slit his throat, ripping his vocal cord and veins out one by one until he could no longer utter another bullshit to the world.
He narrowed his eyes at my unamused face. I cocked an eyebrow at him. He must have taken it as an offense that he decided to start torturing me with his girly tactics.
I watched him burnt the blade of his knife until it turned bright orange. Listening to the sound of his boots thumping on the concrete floor, I tilted my head upward lazily.
He pressed the burning blade on my bullet wound first. I mentally cursed inside my head because it hurt like a fucking bitch.
Wanting to see my reaction, he pressed the pointed end of the blade on my wound, slowly digging through the hole. I felt my face started to get heated from pain as a sear of sweat appeared on my forehead before it began to drip down my face. He smirked as the knife went halfway in. I stared at him blankly, feeling every bits of pain inside as he suddenly twisted the knife.
Thane exhaled sharply from across the room, cursing the man in every languages he knew while analyzing out loud how he was going to tear him apart limp by limp for touching me.
I snapped my head up to meet his face, acknowledging that he was indeed alive. He was a good man, loyal and noble. I took a mental note to give him a raise later.
I let out the sharp breath I didn't realize I was holding when he abruptly took the knife out of my wound. I tipped my head down to look at it and almost groaned. It was going to be a pain to treat it now. I had no doubt it was infected, by his bullshit of course.
The mental bat that came swinging the side of my head was a surprise. I took it in silence. Blood oozed out and dripped down like water work. He smirked in satisfaction while I kept my blank expression on.
Mother should be very proud. Father would have bought me a golden fucking trophy.
I snapped out of my thought when he started talking again. He punched me square in the jaw throwing my head backward. Adjusting my mouth, I spat out blood. Another punch then another one and another one. He threw hands like a fucking bitch.
I had this urge to teach him how to punch.
" Untie him and fight him like a fucking man, you fucking pussy bitch. " Thane gritted through his teeth, trying to break out of his rope.
He would have succeeded if it wasn't for the two men holding him down with a gun pressed to the crown of his head. I looked at him in amusement.
" The fucking princess would've been dead if it weren't for you and your fucking low life criminal family. You should have fucking stayed out of this. " he continued, punching and stabbing me with his knives.
I looked at him dead in the eyes as he talked his shit. Except I didn't hear a single word he said.
By the mention of her name, I wondered if she had made it back. How long had her pretty little feet carried her away, was she hurt, or she had come back for me.