Chapter 7 - Intoxicated

Venice’s Point of View

In order to survive, you have to be cruel.

“Kill him,” my father calmly yet firmly commanded a teenage boy beside him.

He was tall, and serious. I cannot read anything from his face, and there is absolutely nothing but dominance in the middle of submission.

I am not sure how he does that, but I couldn’t get it out of my head in an instant. Behind those nerdy eyeglasses lies a dangerous lion, just waiting to be fully developed.

I stared at them, at him. I wonder what’s going on inside his mind?

Does he contemplate the commands he receives? Does he ever think that he cannot actually do what’s being asked? If so, does he have the courage to run away and choose a different path?

After all, he had the choice.

I watched how he unhesitatingly grabbed the gun from my father’s hands and pointed it to the man sitting in a chair, with a black cloth covering his entire head. He did not twitch, nor had this sense of doubt in his actions.

That’s the only thing I can read from him.

Merciless.

“What do you want from me?” the man shouted.

And before he could even utter another plea, a bullet pierced his head.

And another one.

Another one.

And more, until the gun clicks after the last bullet.

“Another White Russian,” I asked as soon as the bartender walked past my line of vision.

He took my glass and politely left.

I stayed in the high-stool while filling my ears with the loud noise of the bar’s music. From here, I could see people going wild on the dance floor while having the drink of their lives.

People my age, and teens are all there, enjoying the youth that will also about to fade when the right time comes.

But I hope they stay that way, ignorant of how the world works underground.

“Your White Russian, Ma’am.”

I took the glass and devoured it in one turn.

As I dropped the shot, my sanity seemed to falter a bit, as well. When I stood up, my head finally felt the comfort of dizziness.

Ironically, I found this little misery a blessing.

I left the bar counter and mixed myself up on the dance floor with strangers, wildly and recklessly taking up the space I have been longing for quite some time.

But only minutes passed and my brief moment of freedom on the floor was immediately stolen by some group of people at the corner.

The alcohol in my system suddenly wore off as I saw a woman trying to escape three men cornering her on the far end.

Unhesitatingly, I brushed off the dancing people and walked fast to their direction.

“Get off me!” the woman shouted loudly while trying to push those men aside. But one man pushed her on the wall with a mischievous smirk on his face.

Pissed by what’s happening, I pulled that man out of the woman’s direction and punched him right at the face.

“Hey! What the fuck?” Another tried to pull me away from the scene but I landed another blow on his stomach and kicked him right at his damn balls.

I faced the other one who’s still standing beside the girl while clutching her wrist.

“When she says no,” I slowly walks towards him, inching the gap between us; “it means fucking no.”

He laughed while forcefully pulling the girl at his back. “Don’t meddle in this situation, dear. Just continue flirting with the other guys.”

“Or do you want to join us?” the man I punched earlier finally recovered and had the audacity to speak now. “It would be fun, you know. Us, five in bed.”

I looked at him disgustingly, and without a word, I once again threw a kick on his face.

I felt another hand on my shoulder, and before I could even react, he pulled my hair and slammed me on the wall.

“Shit,” I muttered when the effect of the alcohol hit me once again, together with the blood gushing out from my forehead.

“Oh my god! You’re bleeding! Are you okay? Can you hear me?” The woman tried to help me up but just as I was about to stand up after seeing the blood in my hands, my body floated from the ground.

When I opened my eyes, I saw those three men on the ground.

All are unconscious and bleeding.

My vision might be blurry, but my body seems to know who owns that deadly presence, driving those men into a lethal state.

But even I couldn’t think clearly, as my eyes are trying to faint out.

“You’re driving me insane, woman.”

His deep voice whispering in my ears immediately sent shivers down to my spine, when I finally heard it after quite some time.

As I try to clear my vision for I don’t know how long, the soft mattress on my back seemed to steal the remaining consciousness left in me.

For a moment, I felt surprised.

Am I in my room, dreaming?

“Come on. Just stop the game,” I muttered while dozing off. This is just a damn nightmare, anyway.

The chances that he would kill me is far higher than the possibility that he will save me.

I closed my eyes and faced the other side of the bed, but before I could fully position myself in a comfortable space, my body was pulled back.

Followed by a heated kiss.

Shocked, I widely opened my eyes but I can’t still see his face clearly.

I pushed him away from me, but as soon as I met those black hunter eyes, my system immediately went wild.

Until it became uncontrollable.

His hands travelled on my waist, tightly grabbing my sides while ravenously sucking my lips into a deep kiss. It was hard, and full of desire.

It felt like I was being held captive and wanting to be trapped in an endless abyss of lust.

His breaths dominated my ears as my little moans echoed in the room when his lips touched my neck, painting my skin canvas with his tongue and saliva.

“Fuck this dream,” I whispered as I grabbed his shirt and tightly clutched on to it when he licked the back of my ear.

His hands drew a series of addictive lines on my chest down to my stomach, travelling back and forth all over my upper body.

I felt my body arched after his lips started to mark my jaw, while his one hand pinned my left one on the bed. His one hand continued to penetrate my skin under the dress, grabbing my body into his dominance.

I curved more when he swiftly removed his shirt and unzipped my clothes in just a few seconds, pulling it from hugging my body down to my feet.

And when he came back up to me, his strong and firm built towered me over, pinning both of my hands up on the pillow.

Pinning me under his authoritative command.

I felt him in between my almost naked body, touching his hot and delicate body to mine.

As my sanity loses its entirety, his whisper followed by a soft chuckle, drove me insane into its deepest level.

“I’ll fuck you in this dream, Venice.”