Kasien （Present） #2
Where the fuck is he getting his optimistic energy from?
“How many guards did you put at her door?” I let out an exhausted breath.
“None needed. I was there.”
I give the fucker another deadly stare.
I unlock my phone under the table and open the security app, tapping on the cameras in her wing, resting my head on my wrist as I curiously study her through the cameras.
She’s walking around the suite, opening every drawer possible. She takes a chair, moves it to the French window, stepping up on the chair to reach the window handle.
That’s not gonna open, baby. Too bad.
She steps off the chair, spreads her hands, and kicks it with such force she falls to the ground, grabbing her thumb. I can’t hold it and burst into silent laughter, covering my mouth with my fingers.
God, she’s still so fucking adorable.
Even here. Even like this.
She always had a short temper, but when she’s mad, she looks like a golden retriever who’s trying to be scary.
I like having her trapped like this. She was the one thing in this city that wasn’t under my control, making me nervous all the time and forcing me to follow her every now and then, given her stupid articles.
But now, with her at my manor, under my control, I feel quite a relief. Beside the fact that Lucien is going to kill me and all my people, for keeping her alive.
No, he wouldn’t. I bring too much money to the organization and he loves the fact that I’m under his control, like his little playtoy.
But there’s too much at stake. I need to come up with a plan that isn’t going to kill the only people that I still care about.
Sudden voices and chatting coming from the lobby forces me to close my little entertainment on my phone and tuck it in my pocket.
“The fugly twins are here,” Adrien announces as he takes out his gun and checks the magazine. I do the same. We slowly get up, tuck the guns behind our belts and head toward the lobby. They should just collect the money for Lucien and leave, but one never knows with his people.
He’s a monster.
He’s the real monster.
?
Adrien opens the bag and takes out a couple of packages with cash.
“That already took a spin in our casino. It’s clean,” he points out.
One of the fat twins puts a money counter on the table between us and feeds it with cash. Jesus, this is gonna take a long time and I don’t think I can take another hour looking at those shitfaces.
We’re all standing in the lobby, the cash and counter on a small coffee table between us. Adrien is tapping his foot on the floor or biting the insides of his cheeks.
He probably took something. I need to get him clean before he’s spiraling in that shit again. I stand next to him motionless, scanning my surroundings quietly as always.
The wheels in my head always play out all the scenarios of the situation, even if it’s the safest meeting.
One of our guards is outside the main door, the rest are somewhere outside.
The twins always insist on the guards being sent away.
I guess it’s fair and I don’t really care.
I could break their necks with my bare hands if needed.
One of the twins looks at me, tracing the scars on my hands and I give him a sly smile and wink when he lifts his eyes back to mine. He smiles back. Jesus, he’s ugly. What is he, fifty?
Everyone always stares at my hands. I like it when I catch them. They’re probably thinking about what happened to me. I like them confused. But his eyes suddenly jump behind me and Adrien. The man’s disgusting smile gets even uglier as he stares behind us.
“Who’s this little lost puppy?” His smoked out voice makes my insides curl.
The other twin looks to see who he’s talking about, Adrien and me doing the same, slowly turning our heads behind us.
No fucking way.
Not now.
What the hell is she doing here? How did she get out of her room?
I can’t believe this woman.
Can she stop making problems for one fucking second?
I didn’t play out this scenario in my head. No plan. Fuck.
Mine and Adrien’s eyes meet for a quick second, enough to exchange a whole internal panic conversation. We turn our heads back to Lucien’s guys.
Just keep calm. Don’t make it obvious. I panic on the inside but keep my stone face on the outside.
Maybe they won’t recognize her.
“Finish the counting and get out.” Adrien demands of the twins.
She’s frozen for a second but then I see peripherally how she starts to slowly walk backward.
“Don’t. Move.” I grit out, shooting the words her way.
But the twins don’t count anymore and stare at Kiara instead.
My gut is turning into a knot, my scars hurting as I clench my fists next to my body.
“Wait,” the fuglier twin says, “it’s the journalist. Isn’t she supposed to be dead?”
No, no, no, no, no.
This is not happening.
The twins circle the little table, slowly walking toward Kiara one from each side. Adrien and I start walking backward toward her, keeping us between her and the twins, but they don’t look bothered with us. Me and Adrien’s shoulders meet as our backs hit Kiara, so we cover her entirely.
“I see there was a misunderstanding,” the twin says, and his smelly breath hits my nose. “Lucien requested her death yesterday, am I right?” he asks, looking at his doppelganger. Then, their eyes flick between the three of us.
“Oh, I see. So which one of you gets the back and which one gets the front?” he laughs.
Adrien’s and my eyes clash once more, and I give him the tiniest nod.
I shoot my hands out and lock my arm around his fat neck with the inside of my elbow, turn him around quickly, my other hand on his sweaty forehead, his shock giving me enough time to break his neck.
I feel the snap resonate in my hands, and his body suddenly dead weight. I drop it on the floor.
Adrien copies my moves but takes the gun and shoots him from behind instead.
Jesus.
This was unnecessary.
So fucking unnecessary.
How the hell did she get out?
“Fuck, Troubles!” Adrien yells at Kiara with both hands gripping his hair in frustration, still holding his gun.
Kiara stands there, I don’t think she’s breathing, but I’m not giving her a glance, my eyes closed as I pinch the bridge of my nose with one hand, the second hand gripping my gun in reflex and nervously tapping it on my thigh.
This is bad.
But I couldn’t risk one of them taking their gun faster than me and shoot her. Or tell Lucien she’s alive before I tell him.
It had to be done.
Adrien and I look at each other, exhaling nervous breaths and having our telepathic conversation once more.
Kiara is still stuck on her spot, as she fucking should, while I fight the urge to strangle her.
Again.
Sudden bubbly, disgusting sound coming from the ground takes our attention. The shot twin is still alive, fighting for air, I guess. Kiara gasps as she hasn’t inhaled since she came here.
“Oh God.”
As soon as the whimper leaves her mouth, I shoot him right between the eyes.
Quiet.
Now think.
Adrien is kicking the shot twin’s feet, checking if he’s really dead now.
Then I finally look at her and pain hits me straight in my chest as I see her.
She’s shaking, her eyes glisten with panic as she looks at me, not moving, same as me.
She’s terrified.
How deep into this shithole can she drag us?
I should have strangled her. I close my eyes to calm my anger and whatever else is happening in my chest right now.
I scratch my nape with the gun, nervously stepping from side to side.
As soon as I open my eyes, I don’t bother to look at her anymore—to keep my nerves in check, I just grab her under her ass with my left hand and throw her over my shoulder, crashing through the doors to get back to her wing as soon as possible.
She doesn’t fight much, probably still in shock.
She starts yelling something but I don’t hear it, the blood in my ears is pumping too loud.
As soon as I crash the bedroom door open with her ass, I throw her onto the bed, not bothering to check whether she cracked her skull on the headboard or not.
I turn around and march off, slipping my gun back behind my belt on my lower back. But she’s quick like a fox and catches up to me right in front of the main door of her suite. Suddenly I focus and finally hear what she’s yelling.
“Speak! Talk to me!” she screams and hits my chest with her fists. “What the fuck!” Her eyes glisten with tears. “You fucking brute!” Her voice breaks with a sob as she keeps hitting me.
The touch doesn’t hurt but is sending waves of anticipation through my body instead. I just look at her with a clenched jaw, ignoring the goosebumps from her hits.
For a second, she’s studying me, as if she’s trying to recognize me.
She’s not getting an answer from me.
Suddenly a huge sting lands on my left cheek and my head turns sideways from the force.
Did she just slap me?
I blink in confusion, looking back at her, her face still red with anger but there’s also a hint of fear now.
Good. As it should.
I just stare at her, waiting for what else she has.
But another sting, even bigger this time, lands on the same cheek as before and this time my head rotates completely to the side.
I close my eyes as the pain travels from my cheek down my spine to my stomach and settles in my lap, my cock twitching.
Great.
I think I’m getting hard.
I slowly inhale and open my eyes just in time to catch another slap, this time stopping it just before it hits by catching her wrist. She doesn’t hesitate even for a millisecond and shoots out the other hand. I catch it too.
She still has her fire. I loved that.
Right before she manages to drive her knee up to kick my balls, I rotate her, with her wrists in my hands now crossed on her chest and her body pressed to mine.
She keeps fighting but doesn’t stand a chance. I lean my head down to her hair, finally smelling it again, goosebumps breaking through my skin.
And as we end up in this position, just as a few days ago, my body remembers her before I allow it to.
“You were alive all this time and didn’t think of giving me a call?” she snaps through her gritted teeth, her voice cracked with tears.
“Back then, you looked at me like I was already dead,” I say quietly. “So I let you believe it.”
I quickly push her away so she doesn’t have time to sense how painfully hard I am.
She stumbles and catches the edge of the table to stabilize herself and before she can turn around, I’m gone.
I close the door behind me, count one beat as she bangs, number two as she screams. I breathe, reset, and leave.