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Chapter fourteen- She lives in a daylight, I don't belong
"Love gives life meaning to live."~Joel Guo
Dimitri…
The bright light glowed above his head as entry to the small blood covered room became accessible; his hands shook in his pockets as he stepped through the threshold. Splats of blood decorated the dark, twisted room and from the muted glow of the pathetic lamp, reflections bounced off the pool of almost black blood that surrounded a once white chair. The crooked, tinged red legs oozed a dark seductive liquid and drops of thick, matted blood dropped slowly and lazily into the eerie puddle on the floor.
Darkness slithered from the four corners of the room, almost scratching to dominate the small patch of light that shone dully above the bloody chair, but continued to lurk in the shadows where it belonged. The atmosphere weighed on Dimitri shoulders as he lifted one boot in front of the other, ignoring the wet drips that trickled through the air as his foot silently splashed the black, opaque liquid. The air stank of sweat and slaughter, he could almost feel the echoes of ghosts screams as they warned him and filling him with fear so severe, it almost knocked him off his feet.
His shoulder jerked as a large, beefy hand clamped itself onto his neck, forcibly guiding him to sit in a pool of blood that settled itself in the middle of the chair, where the carnage had taken place only moments before. A soft click sounded behind him as his arms were roughly tugged backwards, a pair of thick handcuffs engulfed and bolted his wrists, entrapping him, and slashing any possibility he had of protecting himself. Irruptive bouts of agonizing stings rippled through his stomach as he thrashed to be free, the hard metal nipped at his skin and the bullet wound in his gut threatened to tear as he battered his legs against the thick blood covered floor, adrenaline pumped through his body as he thrived to release himself.
"I didn't do it," He said, his voice surprisingly strong considering that he was strapped to the seat of death; the sockets of his eyes tugged as he frantically looked for the man who could kill him with a click of his fingers. "I'd have to be a fool to try and fuck around with you guys again."
The terrifying silence scratched through the dark, shadowed room before the creepy chuckle of Ibrahim Mazur slithered through the darkness. Footsteps tapped against the damp blood clad floor, the air around him suddenly weighed heavily on his shoulders, and he was certain the Turkish mobster now stood behind him.
"Sublets and leases were under heavy supervision, Belikov," Abe spat, "Forms and letters suddenly go missing, shipments become faulty and our house of fornication is raided by the police. Gregory admitted to informing the authorities, now I have at least four prostitutes in jail; and I'm now under threat of exposure. Those whores could very well rat me out to save their own tails, Belikov. So I would advise you to speak the truth so these matters can be settled—did you do it?"
"No, sir, I did not." Dimitri replied, bracing his shoulders as he awaited Abe's response.
The older man grunted before motioning towards a thick shadow that lurked in the corner, "Hit him."
The muscled man stepped forward and with electric speed, his arm bent back to his shoulder when he released his hold. The over-powering, jaw-shattering punch hit Dimitri square in the mouth, causing him to rock backwards on the chair, and blood to spurt from his lips. An agonized groan escaped his mouth as he gathered the bloody saliva that pooled around his tongue, spitting it onto the floor as he tried to wipe his bloody chin. He was almost positive that the hole in his stomach had torn.
"Why should I believe you?" Abe asked, stepping before Dimitri, stroking a gun that hung loosely in his fingers, "Unions from almost every state have been adamant in their acquirement of you, why shouldn't I believe that you have decided to join one of them?"
Dimitri sighed, and swallowed the blood that poured through his bleeding gums and mouth, he spat some out again before looking at his superior, "I've seen what you can do," Dimitri said, not letting his possible death frighten him, "I was there when you paralysed my father, and you almost killed me. Why would I even risk the possibility of you doing that again? I especially wouldn't risk it, knowing that my family's life is on the line."
The room swelled in silence, the only noise was the sick, twisted drops of blood that continued to fall from the chair in which he sat. His throbbing neck turned as he lifted his shoulders, hoping to wipe away the blood that poured freely from his lips. He was partly successful as little of the blood wiped across his leather jacket, but knew it was a moot point, more of the red liquid fell from his lips, and Abe wasn't over yet.
"Yes, you would have to be an idiotic fool to try that again," His boss grunted, bringing his body partly into the light. His dark, murderous pupils watched Dimitri, and his eyebrows weighed heavy on his eyes as he narrowed them upon the beaten man, "How is Rosemarie?"
Dimitri almost choked on his swollen tongue and the blood that filled his mouth – he seriously wanted to have a conversation now? For some unfathomable reason, he didn't feel secure in talking about Rose, and although the Turkish man before him was her father, he felt the surging urge to protect her.
"I moved in last night," Dimitri grunted, spitting out another mouthful of blood. He was quite honestly surprised that half his teeth hadn't fallen out, "She's good." He didn't want to give more detail than he saw fit, his eyes vacant in emotion as Abe glared at him, a snarl heavy on his lips. Dimitri knew that Abe loved his daughter – in a weird, sick, twisted way on his own, he really did love and care for her.
Abe grunted in approval and his grip on the silver hand gun tightened as he looked at Dimitri, "I'm going to ask one last time, Belikov," Abe growled, his fingers rubbing the roaring red knuckles on his right hand, "Are you the man who helped Gregory breach the union?"
Dimitri inhaled loudly, adrenaline pumping through every orifice of his body, "No, sir, I am not." He held his head high and looked in his boss's eyes firmly, refusing to back down and seem weak.
The darkness floated around Abe, creating ominous shadows to sweep across his bloody face. It sickened Dimitri to know that it wasn't even his own blood that smeared across his head as it seeped into his skin. No, it was the scarlet liquid that once pumped through his victims; the blood of the three men he had already massacred that night. A smirk tugged across his mouth as he watched Dimitri, his eyes as dark as the pitch black shadows that surrounded him.
"Again." Abe growled, and the beefy man stepped forward, his knuckles clenched. There was a strong urge for Dimitri to shut his eyes and just wait for the pain, but he kept a firm gaze on Abe, who watched him with a smirk. He didn't want the old man to detect or suspect anything; he didn't want to hand Abe the excuse to kill him. The muscled man stood before Dimitri, and as he lifted his large, thick hand before him, he could clearly see that small glint of metal that slithered across his fingers: He was wearing knuckle dusters.
Dimitri braced himself as the muscled man clenched his enormous fist by his cheek, and with a loud growl the punch was released as his arm swung forward with such speed, bashing the side of Dimitri's temple, the metal shredded his skin, causing the chair he sat in to tipple over and land in the thick, opaque blood. Dimitri bit down on his tongue as he willed himself to remain silent, ignoring the blood as agony sliced through his head, dominating his brain and causing his eyes to water. More blood filled Dimitri's mouth as his teeth cut his tongue and the bullet wound of his stomach tugged harshly as he tried to compose himself. Strands of his dark hair soaked with the blood that covered the floor and he willed himself not to throw up.
"This could go on all night, Belikov," Abe said, lifting his leg to deliver a hard kick to Dimitri's stomach, he sputtered and the blood exploded from his lips like a volcano. The pain that tore through his stomach confirmed his suspicions, and he knew that his wound had most definitely busted open. His life and blood poured through his shredded abdomen, but he swallowed consistently, willing himself to stay strong. "Why should I believe that you wouldn't betray the union, when your father did it before you?"
"Because I'm not my father," Dimitri growled, his head resting against the hard floor and the blood moistened his hair and cheek, "Unlike my father, when I promise something; I keep that promise—no matter what. I've been in fucking hospital for the past two weeks, how the hell would I have been able to breach through security and steal the sublets? I don't fucking care about your lousy prostitutes or busting the union—all I fucking care about is keeping my family safe."
"Let's say I decide to postulate your protests," Abe said, looking at Dimitri who still lay in a puddle of dead men's blood, "And I come to find that your claims are untruthful … What you will receive will surpass any pain that should be dealt to you now, do you understand?"
Abe's blood caked shoes were all Dimitri could see as the old man stepped forward and stood in front of his face, the darkness of his boss's clothes almost blended him into the shadows, but from the dull light, Dimitri could see tints of red that covered the man's body. He swallowed the apprehension that lodged in his throat before giving a firm answer. "Yes, sir. I understand."
"I don't believe you."
The silence filled the room again, and Dimitri refused to feel fear. What ever was going to happen, would inevitably happen and he knew that lying in a puddle of another's blood whilst begging for mercy, would do nothing except eradicate any self-pride and integrity that was left in his shallow soul. He swallowed against any pleas and looked up, bending his throbbing neck as much as possible to see Ibrahim, looking down on him. Dimitri didn't avert his gaze as Abe clicked his fingers, and the thick man who lurked in the gloomy shadows stepped forward, a deriding sneer cracked across his mouth.
Dimitri swallowed again and continued to look at both men who stood before him, This is it, Dimitri thought, Everything's going to end now. Right… now. He didn't contemplate his many regrets, or wish for an escape, nothing occupied his mind except a pair of beautiful brown irises and long locks of brunette hair. He closed his eyes, waiting for the pain as he anticipated the agonizing, black waves of death that would drag him further into the frightening depths of the cruel, dark abyss of oblivion. Many things should have been coursing through his conscious, yet he couldn't tear his mind from Rose and the feelings he felt for her that pumped painfully through his veins. Why, after everything, did he have to go now?
His stomach twisted painfully as a large hand clamped onto his shoulder, and Dimitri had finally accepted it. He was going to die. After fighting for so long, after protecting his family and keeping his deranged father safe, he was going to die. What could he do? He knew he should have fought, should have pleaded but there was no point. No point in anything anymore. He fought, he got shot. He pleaded; he looked pathetic and then got shot. The strong man lifted Dimitri's chair and set it straight before standing in front of him, a slick, silver gun pressed tightly in his hand. Dimitri knew he could have taken this guy in a fight, probably could have destroyed him too, but he was completely defenceless as his hands were cuffed by unyielding metal.
Dimitri kept his glare locked on the yielder of the gun, his eyes peaked through the long strands of hair that stuck to the sweaty skin of his face, his own blood oozed from his temple, and a dead man's blood caked the opposite side, causing more of his hair to stick to his skin. He kept his glare firm as the man loaded the gun, the click of the device rolled off the walls and Dimitri couldn't help but smirk at the situation. Only weeks ago, he had escaped the claws of death, and yet here he was, looking at the barrel of a gun awaiting the end. The irony was amusing.
He knew the man who stood before him; he was his colleague, and both of them were entrapped in the dominating hands of Ibrahim Mazur and Eric Dragomir. Dimitri had been forced to murder before, he had to choose between killing a crook and the innocent lives of his family, and he knew that he could not blame the man before him, for his death. Though he yielded the gun that would undoubtedly end his life, he couldn't place the blame upon his shoulders. This was Mazur's fault. This man, the one with the silver device in his hand was protecting someone he loved, and for that, Dimitri couldn't blame him.
His eyes landed on Abe, and he kept them there, tight and strong as his boss watched him carefully. A smirk lifted on his lips as he watched him, and suddenly just as the man with the gun pressed the cold silver to his head, Abe snapped a hand out to halt him. Dimitri glared at his boss.
"Release him, Grant," Abe commanded, "He isn't the culprit."
Grant dropped his arms and turned to look at his boss, "You're sure, sir?" Dimitri felt anger surge through him as he asked this, almost if Grant wanted to kill him.
"If I wasn't one hundred percent sure, I wouldn't have ordered you to do it." Abe growled; his eyes firm on Dimitri.
Grant nodded once and placed the gun back in his belt before stepping towards Dimitri with a key in his hand. Anger began to slowly pump through Dimitri's veins; he knew he should have been ecstatic that he was free, that he didn't have to die… but he was outraged. His eyebrows burrowed, causing the large cut on his temple to tear and pain coursed through him. With a jolt, his hands were free and he immediately began rubbing his throbbing wrists before standing up. He knew he couldn't do anything to Abe … but his stomach curled in hatred and he felt like he needed to take it out somebody. Grant, who had questioned his boss on his death, stood there with a vacant expression on his face.
He spun around, and his muscled arm shot out before him as he grabbed Grant by the shirt and yanked the thick man towards him until their noses were in line of each other. Dimitri knew that this guy was only doing his job, but he couldn't help the anger that pulsed through him, electrifying everything that surrounded his core, every pore of his body sparked as his eyes locked onto Grant. The pain contracted in Dimitri's arm as he pushed the overwhelming pain away, lifting his hand to line with his face as he released a strong, jaw shattering punch to Grant's jaw. The man flew back and crashed into the wall, pain contorted across his scarred face as he lifted a hand to touch his bloody lip.
"What the fuck, dude?" He growled, rubbing his sore face.
Dimitri massaged his throbbing knuckles before his eyes narrowed, "Next time you'll think before you say 'you're sure, sir?'" He growled, finally turning to look at Abe who watched them both in amusement. Dimitri continued to rub his wrists and knuckles, and Grant continuously pressed a shaky hand to his mouth.
"Do I have your permission to leave?" Dimitri asked; ignoring the agonizing burns slicing across his temple as his sliced skin let out a smooth stream of blood.
Abe watched him carefully, the air around him buzzed with darkness and authority, and Dimitri found it a little hard to keep his gaze firm on the old man. He nodded his head once before replying, "Did you talk to Gregory often, Belikov?"
Dimitri grunted, remembering how Abe had completely crushed his jaw and neck with one kick to the skull, "Not particularly," He admitted, "We talked, but that's just as far as the friendship went, sir."
His boss nodded and pointed towards the door, "Dispose of the body."
Dimitri choked and stared at the old man, "What?" He swallowed the disgust clumping in this throat, "How?"
"I don't care," Abe announced, "Just do it. Take three men with you, and discard the other corpses whilst you're at it."
He stared at his boss for a few seconds, a chill so alarmingly cold travelled up his spine as he nodded his head, wiping drops of red liquid that fell into his vision. The blood that was left in his veins ran cold as he turned around and stormed out of the dark, morbid room. As he entered the bright expanse of the ballroom, he could see that men looked at him with fear and acceptance in their eyes. Dimitri met all of their glares as he stepped in the middle of the room, the silence weighed upon him heavily as he placed one boot in front of the other, until he was in everyone's sight. His eyes searched for Eric Dragomir, nodding his head in one curt gesture as he asked for permission to speak. His blonde haired boss glanced at him curiously, his eyes skewering his stomach, as blood poured across his t-shirt. His ice green glare snapped up immediately and locked on Dimitri, his face staying mutual as he nodded his head, proving Dimitri the opportunity to speak.
He moved his attention from the boss before stepping forward. Men parted to allow him through until he was standing next to Greg who lay distorted on the floor, his face so unrecognizable, it was frightening. Dimitri looked at the man as the corpses blood pooled around his feet; the startling scarlet red liquid reflected the bright chandelier's light as he gazed into the bright, thick puddle. He could see his face through the reflection, and he noticed how his face curled into a sneer as he refrained from going crazy, and possibly killing every motherfucker that stood around him.
He cleared his throat and walked closer to Greg, his own blood pouring down his face and body as he walked through the red, oozing liquid of another. All eyes were upon him as he glanced at the crowd, his mouth opening to release the orders that Abe had placed on him. He cleared his throat before speaking.
"For any of those who have been questioned already by Mr. Mazur," He began, a few men meeting his intimidating eyes; others cowered away. "It has been requested that you will join me as I dispose of the three men who passed tonight." His voice echoed around the fear-stricken room, the deep tones bounced off the walls as he glared at the men he worked with. If he had to speak, which he rarely did in their presence, his voice was demanding and full authority. Although the men present had muscles ten times stronger than Dimitri's, men that had done terrible things, they all cowered before him. Dimitri wasn't known to be a man who let people walk all over him; for all intents and purposes, he might as well have been Abe and Eric's second man. The respect bouncing off the men was clear and admirable. "I need three men."
Three severely beaten men stepped forward, and nodded at Dimitri. He returned the gesture before looking around for something to wrap Greg in. Finally, after receiving permission from the silent Eric, Dimitri grabbed a few huge blanket-like sheets which had been folded in a pantry in the next room. He took them, and handed one brown cloth to each man, taking one for himself as he stepped forward and wrapped the sheet around his dead colleague. His eyes lifted slightly to see the angry glare of Eric, causing a flood of emotions to swim through his body. He knew for a fact that the man had not forgiven him for the beating of his son, the defiled look he sent his way confirmed that. Swallowing back anger that lurched in his stomach, mouth and throat, Dimitri finished wrapping the bloody body of Greg, covering himself in blood during the process.
He looked at the men whom he was working with, lifting up the corpse as they followed him. Bloody footsteps followed them as they walked to the front door, driving to dispose the bodies of their friends.
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Rose…
The smell of smoke and urine was thick in the dusty air as I stumbled down the narrow, eerie alleyway, the heel of my stilettos caused my ankles to bend as I drunkenly walked to a small bend in the alley, a bottle of Vodka held loosely in my hand as I stumbled, ignoring Jill's insistent giggles behind me. It was as though I was trapped in my own drunken bubble as the alcohol buzzed through me.
"You look ridiculous, Rosiieeeeee!" Jill giggled, downing back some whiskey as she fell into the wall, her face contorting in amusement. "I need to pee!"
I snorted and collapsed against the wall, dropping my trembling hand as I bent over, my knees wobbled as I placed my glass bottle on the floor and lifted my dress to ride against my hips. Pulling down my underwear, I bent my knees and pressed my back against the wall as I peed.
"Rose!" Jill squeaked; her high heels buckled under her as she walked down the dark alleyway, a drunken and bemused expression on her face, "What're you doing?"
I drunkenly chuckled as I finished, shaking a little before I pulled my underwear up and the hem of my dress down, my hands and body swaying as I did, "I needed to pee." I said with an almost innocent expression.
Jill snorted and fell into the wall, taking another large gulp of her brown whiskey. Her dilated eyes widened considerably as she shoved a hand in between her legs as she squirmed, "I need to go too."
"Go then." I said, walking in a zig-zag as I pointlessly tried to get to the end of the alley. I staggered as I reached the end, yelping slowly as something sharp pointed into my waist. With shaking hands I reached into the pocket of my leather jacket until I pulled out a long, sharp knife. I giggled loudly as I swung it around the air, spinning around to show Jill who lay on the floor, with a huge smile on her face. "I almost stabbed myself, Jill!" I squealed in excitement.
She snorted as she lay in the middle of the alleyway, the cobbled ground no doubt covered in urine and shards of sharp glass, although Jill didn't mind as she tilted her drink to pour into her mouth. I slumped against the wall as I continued drinking, my head feeling lighter than air and my movements seemed clumsy as I lifted the vodka, pressing it to my quenched lips as I felt the burning liquid spread through my mouth and throat, not feeling the pain in the slightest due to my intoxication. I put the knife back in my pocket and continued to think of absolutely nothing at all.
Jill pushed herself to lean against the wall, burrowing her right hand into the cup of her bra before pulling out a small, transparent bag, filled half way with a dusty white substance. She smiled evilly, her eyes chatoyant as she crawled over, the skin on her knees tore as she finally made it to my wasted form.
"Where you wanna do it?" She said before consuming yet another large amount of alcohol.
I groaned as I stood up, which took me a good five minutes. I looked around me, too high to notice where we were, and too drunk to care as I pointed towards a small closed corner shop which had a red ledge. "There." I choked, putting one wobbly, cut leg before the other as I stumbled towards the small store.
Once we finally made it, after clumsily falling over each other along the way, we fell against the wall and immediately began arranging eight straight lines of cocaine along the red ledge. Once I was finished arranging my half, and Jill hers, I reached into my pocket feeling a slight nick as the cold silver knife caressed my skin, causing to me to gasp loudly as I pulled out my money, scourging to find a twenty dollar note. I finally found it and I immediately scrolled it into a tight roll and with an almost desperate velocity, I bent down and pressed a finger to my nostril as I snorted my straight four lines. As soon as I was finished, I slumped against the wall, breathing heavily as I rubbed my nose, extending a shaky hand to give my friend the roll. My high intensified as I stood straight, my vision before me almost crackled as I began walking, a sinister sneer curled my lips as I wobbled towards the road.
Jill, breathing heavily as she finished, stumbled to me, her hand clamped on to mine as she pressed the bag filled with the remainder of the drugs, a chuckle escaped her lips, "Do you ever have a tickly nose after you finish snorting?"
I choked on a laugh as I plunged a hand into my leather jacket, pulling out a packet of cigarettes. I popped one in between my lips as Jill offered me her lighter, my hand moved to shelter the glowing flames as I lit my cigarette, inhaling deeply as I closed my eyes, the nicotine spread effectively through my body. I opened them again as a cloud of smoke escape my partly opened mouth, and as I took the cigarette between my fingers, I passed the small red lighter to the tall girl next to me.
"How do we get back to the party?" She asked, lighting up her own cigarette.
My shoulders lifted and dropped in a nonchalant shrug, almost ignoring my friend as my dilated eyes followed any movement that took place before us, and I within a few minutes, my eyes fell upon a man standing in the alleyway we had just departed from. I lifted my left arm, a half finished cigarette in between my finger and thumb as I pointed towards the man who was completely dressed in black, a long coat cloaked his skinny body. The bag of white power was still pressed tightly in my hand as I stepped forward, becoming closer to the man who watched us so closely.
"Where're you going?" Jill asked; her clumsy footsteps followed behind me as I tried to saunter towards the man, my effects wasted on my shaking legs.
"To get you laid, baby," I choked, pressing the cigarette to my lips once more, inhaling the smog of nicotine before releasing the cloud of smoke. I flicked the end softly, ignoring the grey ash that fell with my touch, "He keeps staring at us, and you haven't had your ass fucked in a while."
"He's ancient!"
"Older guys have more experience." I dropped my cigarette, pressing my sexy heel on it before I jerked my ankle, crushing the bud into the floor as the flames died. The man hadn't moved, and inhaled his own smoke as he watched us come closer, "Hey handsome," I purred, "My friend here want's a piece of what you're offering."
The man laughed through a fog of smoke, flicking the ash clad bud as he glared at me, his eyes dark as an unattractive sneer spread across his face. "What're you looking?"
I looked at him and chuckled, the laugh vibrating through my drunken mind as I opened my mouth to speak. "What are you?" I snickered, taking a gulp of my drink. The sound of cars roared from behind me, and the bright lights flashed against the wall. From where we stood, the man, Jill and I were completely invisible to the New Yorkers. "Some forty year old fucking virgin? She wants your dick, old man."
The man chuckled and rubbed his jaw, "That wasn't the answer I was expecting," His voice was rugged and harsh, "Though it's hardly an offer I can refuse." His eyes snapped to Jill as he watched, a creepy smirk lifting on his lips.
I watched his long coat flap in the wind and his low baseball cap, and I especially noticed, even through my drunken buzz, that he held onto his jacket tightly as he watched us. I meet his eyes for the first time that night, and his widened immediately, his gaze snapping to the white bag in my hand.
"You're that little slut!" He growled taking a step forward, a scowl on his lips, "The one that skipped out on the payments."
I took a step forward, my heel smacked across a stone as I wobbled, failing to seem strong, "Payments for what?"
"Marijuana, pot, weed, dope," He growled angrily, "What ever the fuck you want to call it, you didn't pay for it."
"I didn't buy anything off you," I growled, throwing away my empty bottle, ignoring the loud smashing noise it made as it collided with a wall.
"Exactly, you haven't fucking paid yet," He growled, taking a step closer to Jill, causing me to stand before her quivering body as I protected her. I stepped forward, watching as he immediately stopped and glared at me, "Pay up."
"I'm not paying for something I didn't take."
"Rose, just give him the money." Jill's terrified voice whimpered, causing my face to flush in embarrassment. I felt her fear radiate behind me, but I wouldn't let anything happen to her, as far as I was concerned, she was safe with me.
"I don't have fucking money to give him!" I growled.
"Listen, sweetness," He growled, and large beefy hand shot out to clamp itself around my wrist, causing me to bite down on my tongue in surprise, "I need the money. Now. Or you can say goodbye to your little fucking friend here, 'cause I'll hack you into pieces."
I wasn't sure what made me do it, or what gave me the idea and I wasn't exactly sure what was happening through my fumbled mind, but before I knew it my right hand lifted, clenching shut as it moved next to my chin. My arm convulsed as my hips twisted slightly my arm expanding until I released the punch, the impacting force of my fist connected with the mans face causing him to immediately release my wrist as he staggered back. Even through my thick intoxication, I could feel the sting of pain spread through my knuckles and wrist.
The man stood straight as he wiped a wrist against his mouth, a nasty snort escaped his lips as he looked at the blood that dripped onto his hand. Without any warning, the man dove into the air and crashed into my feeble body, smashing me into the ground as his heavy body pinned me. I could hear the sound of my leather jacket tear as it scraped across the ground. Jill's scream rippled through the air as she clawed at the man who had lifted his hand to smack me violently across the face causing my mouth to immediately pool with the taste of something salty and metallic. Blood.
Jill continued to beat at the man, causing him to release my hands, which were pinned to the wide of my head, pressed firmly to the glass clad ground. He spun around and punched my friend harshly, the sound of colliding bone exploded through the empty space and a muted thud thumped softly as her tall body collided with the floor. As the drug dealer was distracted, my strong hand clenched into a fist again as I battered against his thin body, the iron hardness of my knuckles colliding with his face, causing blood to spurt out over my eyes and head. His torso twisted as he fell off my collapsed body, as he collided with the dirty ground, I bounced up, stumbling a little as I wobbled over to Jill. She assured me she was okay as she stood up again and a piercing scream irrupted from her lips as she looked behind me; from the sound of oncoming footsteps and feral growl, I knew that the Dealer had stood up again.
My hand ravaged my pockets as my fingers clamped tightly around the sharp knife; the fine edge sliced the opening of my pocket as I exposed the glinting silver. I lifted my leg and kicked him effectively in the thigh as he came closer, causing him to stagger a little but his long, strong arm continued to tunnel forward, missing my face by millimetres as it skimmed my shoulder. My hands clenched the knife tightly as he protruded onto me and I didn't hesitate to think before I acted. I scrunched my face, closing my eyes as I drove the knife deeply into his stomach, my hand jerked as I wedged it through his clothing and soon enough the heat of his blood soaked my fingers. With a strong yank, I pulled the bloody knife from his gut and pushed him forward.
He stumbled backwards, his eyes wide as his fingers sprawled across his gashed stomach, the blood stretched across the span of his visible abdomen. The scarlet liquid painted his fingers, and his mouth opened as if he were going to say something, but with the opening of his lips, a large pool of thick blood poured freely from his mouth and he dropped weakly to his knees before collapsing loudly on the floor, his face bashing against the glass covered ground.
A loud clang vibrated through the air, and it registered moments later that I had dropped the bloody knife. My hands were soaked in red and as I turned to look at Jill, only to see that she had already runaway. I collapsed to the floor and crawled towards the man, panic coursing through me as I resisted the urge to throw up. I don't know how long I lay there crying, but within a few hours the red and blue sirens blinded me, and the ever frightening words of the authoritative police woman rippled through my mind:
"I am arresting you for attempted murder. You have the right to remain silent, anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law."
"ROSE!"
My spine contracted as I bolted up right in bed, my arms wrapping tightly around a muscled form before me, as gentle hands caressed my back. My body was covered in a thin residue of sweat and I felt like I was going to suffocate, the dream I had rippled through my mind and it became difficult to breathe or see straight as I felt the four walls of my bedroom closing in on me. I didn't remotely care who had their arms around me and I didn't care that the threatening remembrance of that night was causing me to hyperventilate; my mind was consumed of images from my memory- Jill, Robert Doru, a knife, blood … Oh God, the blood. So much blood. The rest blurred before my eyes as I burst into a paroxysm of tears , the loud sobs clawed at my chest and the pain lit my body on fire as I scratched my face in desperation, almost willing to rip away the tears that leaked from my eyes. I felt like I was being suffocated in fear, terror and pain as my heartbeat thumped erratically against the cage protecting my heart.
"Roza, you're fine. I've got you," A beautiful voice soothed, "It was only a nightmare."
If only he knew what thoughts pumped through my mind. If only he understood that it wasn't a nightmare, that it was reality hitting me across the face with a violent vengeance. I clawed onto Dimitri, the tears escaping my eyes violently as he wrapped his strong arms tightly around me, placing his chin against my head as I fitted into his embrace. I felt his lips press against my head and he let me cry- He didn't talk, he didn't try to make me feel better, he just stayed silent and held me. He let my heart bleed emotion as I cried, my desperate fingers clutching onto every inch of his body that I could, willing to feel his skin against mine. I let my head rest in the nook between his neck and shoulders feeling the cold crystals of his rosary beads roll against my sweat covered forehead, the taste of salt filled my mouth as the tears trickled on my lips. The drops of water that leaked from my eyes, dripped from my soaking chin before they fell onto his shirt, and he rocked me softly, continuing to keep the blessed silence that radiated between us. My ribcage convulsed painfully as another bout of explosive tears seeped from my eyes, loud sobs burst through my mouth causing my salty tears to trickle over my dry tongue.
Within time, my loud boisterous sobs became silent little hiccups as I held tightly onto the man who had his arms wrapped protectively around my shaking body. I slowly began to reclaim my tranquil breathing pattern, though achingly sore sobs would rear head as I hopelessly tried to regain any composure I had lost. With a deep inhale, my nostrils filled with the unmistakeably scent of blood and sweat causing me to take another deep breath as I backed out of his strong arms and looked at him. All I could see was Dimitri's dark, muscled silhouette and I could almost see him gazing back at me. I watched him for a while longer before, inhaling deeply as I leaned back, reaching across the span of the bed to turn on the small lamp. A small fraction of the room was illuminated with the dull bulb of light, giving me access to see clearly; I rubbed my aching eyes, ridding my face of any tears that lurked there. My shaky pale hand lifted to sweep back the strands of almost-black hair that curtained my sight; my hand skimmed the sweat that caked my forehead before I fully looked at the man before me.
"What happened to you?" A whisper of a choke rippled from my throat as I crawled across the bed, the blankets attacked my feet trapping them in the fabric with the frantic movement of my ankles.
His gentle hands cupped my waist as I sat on his knee, and he watched me as I assessed his gruesome injuries. On the side of his head, right next to his eyebrow slicing across his temple; was a deep, bloody gash that was covered in a sticky, wet scarlet liquid. My finger lifted to softly caress the skin under his gaping wound, my hand immediately soaking with the wetness of his blood. I was acutely aware that his dark eyes followed my every moment and his breathing was heavy as my fingers brushed across his face, my other hand grazing his hair which was clumped with a weird gunk, almost like a mixture of blood and mud. His white t-shirt was completely soaked with redness, causing my fingers to travel down the expanse of his chest to search for any serious, critical injuries. Once my hand stopped right above his bellybutton, his beautiful, bloody face contorted in pain and a weird concoction of a noise, which seemed like a combination of a growl and a wince, escaped through his clenched teeth as he tilted his head backwards. I immediately sat my self up, standing on my knees as I took his face in my hands, fully aware that his hand rested on the crook of my hip.
"I'm sorry," I whimpered, watching him softly with my aching eyes as I searched his face for anymore cuts, "Jesus Christ Dimitri, what happened?"
He groaned once more, his eyes narrowed as he bit back pain, "My bike," He murmured, his pupils immediately diverted from mine, "the breaks fucked up. I fell off it, but I'm okay … no need to worry."
"No need to worry?" I choked, "Dimitri, you're covered in blood and I think that you've busted open your shot wound. I'm pretty sure that this doesn't classify as 'okay'."
"My definition of 'okay' must contrast brilliantly to yours then," He muttered, scooting my body closer to his, "Because I feel fantastic…"
A phantom of his usual smile twitched on his bloody lips as he watched me, his eyes thick with some abysmal emotion, "Well, you don't look fantastic." I said, worry thick in my words.
He snorted, releasing a sigh as he wrapped his arms tighter around me. I could feel his fingers through the thin fabric of my vest, causing goose-bumps to rise on my skin. "Way to blow a beaten man's self esteem, Roza," He chuckled, bending forward as his nose tipped mine, he seemed to be acting like the same old Dimitri, but I wasn't completely convinced. "I thought you knew better than to kick a low man down."
"Oh believe me, I think your enormously large self-esteem will recover," I sniggered, a small smile lifting on my lips, "That was a mere freckle upon the huge face of your ego, my friend."
His laugh was infectious as he chuckled against me, a beautiful smile cracked across his face. It wasn't his infamous panty-dropping, crooked smirk he used to entice many girls – it was an honest to God full-blown beautiful smile that showed his gorgeous, straight, white teeth and caused a pair of cute, slight dimples to appear on his cheeks. The skin beside his bright eyes creased with the stunning smile and I hated to sound cliché, but it ripped the air from my lungs and left me breathless. This was the first time that Dimitri had demolished the walls that he fabricated around himself; this was the first time that I had truly seen him.
"Why are you looking at me like that?" He asked once his beautiful laugh had died down, his eyebrow arched slightly as his arms rested on the curve of my waist, joining his hands behind my back.
"What? I'm not allowed to look at you?" I asked, feeling heat spread across my face with the oncoming of a blush, warmth spread through my body as I felt his finger caress the denting skin above the elastic of my pyjama shorts. Although my body roared in heat, every minuscule hair lifted as a shiver rippled through my body, electric currents ran up my spine as his finger grazed my bare skin, "I thought you liked girls looking at you?"
"I'm not saying the way you're looking is necessarily a bad thing," He said, his bright eyes watching me, "It's just … different."
I chuckled, "Oh really? Well, Casanova, tell me about the looks that you're used to getting from the ludicrously slutty members of my gender."
He chortled before lifting his shoulders in a nonchalant shrug. I knew I should have been disgusted with the blood that covered him, and I probably should have rushed to call an ambulance or at least offer a first aid kit, but he seemed fine as he held me, the space between us was practically non-existent. "Well, the expressions I'm used to receiving from the 'ludicrously slutty members' of your gender, revolve around looks of … lust and want." He gave another shrug as though it didn't faze him.
"Yeah, I'm sure you love that." I mumbled, and it didn't occur to me how much that annoyed me, until it left my lips.
Dimitri glanced at me curiously, his mouth dropping every so slightly as his eyebrow arched again, "To be honest … I barely notice anymore."
I could feel his words weigh on my shoulders heavily as we looked at each other, his pupils frantically searched mine as his hands caressed the span of my back. The erratic beating of my heart harshly thumped against my chest as breathy pants slipped through my barely opened mouth. I lifted a hand, placing it on his cheek… and my fingers touched the blood oozing from his temple.
"Seriously, Dimitri," I chuckled, wiping the bloody hand on my already stained clothes. I didn't know how I was going to get this blood out. "I strongly recommend that you take a shower before those cuts get infected—I can guarantee that those looks of 'lust' and 'want' will turn into looks of disgust and revulsion if you have green ick oozing from your temple."
"Please Rose, don't be ridiculous," He chuckled, releasing his hold on me as he stood up. I immediately missed his touch, as I wrapped my own arms firmly around my wanting body, watching carefully as Dimitri's smile lifted, "Even with green ick sprouting from my face, you wouldn't be able to resist me."
I snorted in amusement before standing up, grabbing him by the shoulders as I turned him around until all I could see was his back. My hands spread across his amazing shoulder blade before I put one strong foot in front of the other, pushing him outside my bedroom and into the direction of the bathroom. "I'm ashamed to say that you're statement is unfortunately true, even with 'green ick sprouting' from your face I'd still be incredibly attracted to you."
As I pushed him, he looked backwards and I could easily see that his beautiful smile stretched across his face. He suddenly dug his heels into the ground as he stopped in the middle of empty living room, causing me to crash into his muscled back. He spun around with an eerie speed, his hands grazing the skin of my bare arm as he looked at me with gentle, soft eyes.
"God, you're amazing," He said with a nervous laugh, lifting a hand as his thumb brushed a stray eyelash that lay on my cheek. He held it in between his thumb and finger, as he watched me carefully, "Blow it away and make a wish…"
I looked at the long, black eyelash that was trapped in between his fingers, inhaling softly I pouted my lips a little, my gentle blow caused the small lash to dance out of Dimitri's grasp. I wished for the possibility that my life could stay this perfect, that nothing had to change and that I could live in this ecstasy until I grew to a ripe old age. I knew that it was unrealistic, and nothing could ever come true based on the blowing of an eyelash, but I didn't let that get to me. I was, as of this moment, living in euphoria.
"What did you wish for?" He asked, brushing back a strand of hair that flew across my face.
"If I told you, it wouldn't come true…" A small smile lifted on my lips as I pushed him away from me softly, "Stop being so nosy and just get a shower already."
"Yes ma'am." He whispered, bending down to press a soft kiss to my nose before walking in the direction of the bathroom. He turned around and began walking backwards, a smile playing on his lips as he watched me, and I don't know whether I was dreaming it or not, but it was although he was extremely nervous. My heart lurched in my chest as he closed the bathroom door and I collapsed into the frame of my bedroom door.
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Rose…
Dimitri's hands ran up and down my leg as I tried, emphasize on tried, to watch TV. Although I had already suspected, living with Dimitri Belikov was extremely distracting—ten minutes out of the bathroom and he had already 'attacked' me in every room of the apartment … albeit, I enjoyed every second of it, but the fact remained standing: he was incredibly distracting. The clear images on the screen became distant blurs as I concentrated fully on the lips that trailed softly across the span of my neck and shoulder, loving how a pair of gentle, yet somehow, dominating hands roamed and massaged my bare legs.
Dimitri 's muscled waist fitted neatly between my legs as he left kisses along my collar bone, his tongue caressed my goose-bumped skin every so often, creating tingles to travel through my hyperaware body. One of his muscled arms framed my head, giving him balance as his other hand ran along the expanse of my legs, lifting one up to curl around his waist. With my leg, I pressed my calf hard on his ass pushing him harder against me; a breathy moan escaped his lips as he pushed himself a little forward, pressing his lips to mine. My hands, which had been on his chest, snaked up to hook around his neck, giving me the opportunity to immediately lose my fingers in his almost dry hair. We continued to kiss for a long time, until he lifted his head, an impish grin spreading across his face.
"When are Tasha and Christian coming home?" He muttered; bending down slightly as his nose skimmed the skin next to my ear. I arched my back a little at his touch, and an urge pumped through me, and it told me to stop lying down and to wrap myself around the gorgeous man on top of me. Naturally, I listened to my gut. I pressed my hands against his chest and pushed him hard, watching with narrowed eyes as he collapsed backwards as he lay on couch, his mouth parting slightly as his gazed locked onto mine. I immediately took advantage as I crawled the expanse of his body, finally making it to his waist which I instantly straddled.
My hands pressed against his chest, and my hair fell across either side of my face as I looked down at the man underneath me. That same beautiful smile lifted on his lips as he watched me. He sat up, but I remained on his knees, bringing our bodies closer together. "Christian is staying at Lissa's," I mumbled, bending my head to press a kiss at the crook of his chiselled jaw, feeling his slight stubble scrape across my lips, "And I don't know when Tasha's coming home, she's at her girlfriend's house."
"Sonya?" Dimitri chuckled, wrapping his arms around my waist as I continued to leave kisses along his jaw and neck. I immediately stopped as he said his sister's name.
I backed away the slightest bit, but Dimitri leaned forward to eradicate the distance, pressing his lips to the corner of my mouth, leaving a trail of sweet kisses until he reached the beginning of my shoulder, "You know about them?" I choked, titling my head back as he continued to press his lips on every inch of skin that covered my shoulders and neck.
"Of course I do," He mumbled between kisses, "I'm not particularly thrilled—" Kiss. "But she deserves to be happy—" Kiss. "And who am I to judge?"
"How did you find out?"
He rested his head on my shoulder as he chuckled, his head lifting to expose his bright eyes, "To be honest Rose," He began, causing an excited scream to erupt from my lips as he placed his hands under my knees, and flipped me off him as I flew off his hot body, crashing into the cushions that covered the couch. It took Dimitri nought point four seconds to burrow himself in between my legs as he continued his sensual, amazing kissing, "I'm pretty sure this isn't a good time to talk about my sister's relationship."
I found it a little funny that Dimitri had brushed it off, if it had of been a guy friend, like Christian, who was dating Sonya; I knew that Dimitri would have kicked his ass and dick into the dirt. Dimitri obviously didn't see the threat in Tasha, which I thought was ludicrously stupid thing to assume, but I ignored my nagging mind. I tried to hold my animalistic impulses, holding back a few of my actions as I kissed him. I knew for a fact that he was still in pain, even though he refused to show it, I refused to go too hard in the case I seriously hurt him or caused his cuts to reopen.
I lifted my head a little, snaking my arms around his neck as I crashed my mouth to his, our lips moulding together perfectly as we kissed passionately, his hands clamped to my hair and waist, mine to the broad expanse of his sexy shoulders. It continued, the sensual kissing as our limbs entwined, the tempo increased as the kiss became more wanting, the longing thudded between us and we attacked each other's mouths like if we separated by one inch, the other might disappear.
My mood completely deflated with an annoying jingle of an even more annoying commercial blared from the TV. I wouldn't have let it get to me, but Jesus, it was so God damned annoying! I unwound my arms from Dimitri and slumped into the pillows, causing Dimitri to watch me curiously, an eyebrow arch. His hands moved to either side of my arms as he held him self over me.
"Is there a problem?" He asked, that same curious, yet somehow nervous, expression stitched to his face.
"It's … it's nothing," I said feeling stupid as the commercial continued to play, "It's just that God damned jingle! I'd like to teach who the fuck wrote this, a thing or two about guitars."
He chuckled and sat himself up, and suddenly I felt like I was out in the open, like I was all alone and it was not a good feeling. I sat up straight myself, watching him as a smile cracked across his face.
"Seriously? You're getting annoyed over some stupid commercial tune?"
"You don't understand, Dimitri," I said, finally the commercial stopped, "It's fucking offensive! You don't play the guitar, you wouldn't understand."
He inhaled deeply before standing up, turning his back to me and I had to rethink what I had said, hoping I hadn't offended him in anyway. He strolled into the small room he was sharing with Christian, the sound of moving bags and fabrics slithered through the open door and within a few moments Dimitri stroll back out. He leaned against the door, his head slightly tilted as he watched me, one hand pressed the frame of the door, the other wrapped firmly around a gorgeous brown acoustic guitar.
"You play … the guitar?" I mumbled, a smirk lifting on my lips as he watched me carefully. He lifted the guitar strap and placed it over his neck, the thick leather band nestled comfortably on his defined shoulder. "Huh, I never knew that."
He put one foot in front of the other as he slowly walked closer towards me, his eyes hooded as a crooked smile lifted from his lips. "There are a lot of things you don't know about me, Roza." He mumbled, setting himself down next to me. I scooted closer until I was almost practically on his knee, loving the heat that radiated from his body.
"Well… why don't you tell me these 'things' through a song?" I said; my hand rested on the sleek paint of the beautiful guitar, my eyes wide as I almost begged him to play. At that moment and time, I hadn't felt so close to anybody in my life, the realization was terrifying and shocking, but it filled me with warmth and heat so amazingly pure, that it was hard not to fully accept and embrace.
"'Through a song'?" He chuckled, his eyes lifted to join with mind, our gazes bolted together and his smile entranced me as he lifted a hand and brushed back a strand of loose hair, "You've been watching Disney movies again, haven't you?"
I groaned and smiled as he tuned his guitar, watching as he touched it gently with such care, "Shut up pretty boy," I joked, a smile lifting from my face. I really wanted to hear him sing and play, I knew that he would be amazingly good—He was good at everything. My voice dropped and serious tones laced through my words, "And just sing… what you're feeling…"
His eyes immediately diverted from mine, and his smile dropped as he gazed at his guitar, almost as if he were afraid to look at me, "Do I look like a pussy?" He tried to joke, but I heard the choke that he swallowed, his eyes were thoughtful as he glanced up to look at me, emotion thick in his eyes, "I don't know any love songs, Hathaway…"
My spine straightened and I my heart stopped. A felt a roaring surge of heat flash across my body, lighting every speck with fire as his dark eyes gazed deeply at me. I couldn't form the words that played on my tongue… did he just tell me that…? No… he couldn't have. This was Dimitri Belikov, the ultimate Casanova. He didn't lov—no he didn't say anything. I'm deluding myself. He didn't say anything.
I cleared my throat and rubbed the back of neck, "Well then…" I coughed, "Just think of the first song that comes to your head."
His relief was amazingly obvious as he smiled, a small fraction of the tense atmosphere lifted off our heads as I exhaled quietly. He obviously thought he had caused something, something I was not ready to acknowledge. Did he subtly tell me… that he loved me? He couldn't have! I needed time and space to fully contemplate the situation—what if he had said it? What would happen? And if he hadn't said it… was I deluding myself? Was I just bat-shit crazy?
"Go pick a CD over there and see if you know any songs…" I murmured, lifting a hand to point towards the cabinet. He nodded awkwardly once before standing up, as he walked towards the CD cupboard. His hands grabbed a handful and flicked through him, his eyes widening as he handed me a cover a smile on his face.
"This one…" He murmured, causing a smile to life at the choice of his song, "I want to sing this one… to you…"
I smiled sadly as he sat on the floor, dragging me with him until I sat in between his legs facing his beautiful guitar. His eyes closed slightly as his beautiful fingers tugged at the cords, the wonderful, hypnotic music filled the apartment. I could see in his face that this message he was about to sing to me, what he was playing for me, came from the pit and depth of his heart. From his expression, I knew he meant every word…
If all the flowers, faded away
And if all the storm clouds, decided to stay
Then you would find me
Each hour the same
His beautiful voice combined with the lyrics and tune filled my heart, and I felt my eyes fill with tears. Watching him pour his heart out was devastatingly beautiful.
If right is leaving, I'd rather be wrong,
She is the sunlight, the sun is gone,
And if loving her is heartache for me,
And if holding her means that I have to bleed,
Then I am the martyr and love is to blame
She is the healing, and I am the pain,
She lives in a day dream, where I don't belong,
She is the sunlight, the sun is gone…
His eyes lifted and he looked at me, his brown irises and bright dilated pupils told me all I needed to know, his fingers continued to strum at the cords as he watched me, my eyes filling with tears. His own eyes look glassy as the thick emotion caressed his every feature, mainly his lips which contorted into a pain-stricken grimace and his eyes will pooled with unshed water. My heart thumped erratically as I pressed a hand to his face, loving how he immediately twisted his head to kiss my wrist, pressing his lips to my veins which pumped my blood, the very blood that lead straight to my beating heart. I exhaled softly, feeling my emotions bleed through the glance that I freely threw him as he continued to sing to me.
I said if right is leaving, I'd rather be wrong
She is the sunlight, the sun is gone
She is the sunlight, the sun is gone…
His voice had dropped to a whisper as he continued to play, the cords that played sensually and beautifully were muted by the lyrics that left Dimitri's mouth, words that were laced with such emotion it rendered me unable to breathe. I pressed in closer to Dimitri, a tear finally falling from my eye as it landed on his hand and I watched it trickled onto the guitar as Dimitri continued to play my song. His fingers expertly strummed across the cords as he watched me, his beautiful white teeth clamped down hard on his lip as he bit back the emotion, although it was undeniably visible in his beautiful eyes.
He continued to play the breathtakingly beautiful music for a while longer before he exhaled a shaky breath, taking the leather strap away from his shoulder as he set the guitar down next to his body. With every crease on his face, every imperfection that made him perfect to me, every beautiful feature kindled with an emotional glow, his eyes wide as he watched me watch him. I slowly lifted my hand and pressed it to his face, neither of us looking away from the other as I placed a butterfly kiss to the side of his lips, a warm feeling spread through my core.
"Thank you…" I whispered against his lips, another tear drop fell from my eye and landed on his cheek as his soft hands lifted to hold me against him. Emotion filled my body again—it was warm and wonderful, feelings that made my heart ache in an amazingly good way. I wrapped my arms around his neck, and our lips met. The kiss was gentle, full of care and it was sweet, blissful with no despair or pain. When I looked into his eyes, I could see that he cared for me more than anyone else in the world, that I was his rescue, his saviour; the same way that he was mine. I had accepted what Dimitri was, and as I kissed him, wrapped tightly in his arms, I knew there was no going back. Inevitable thoughts pulsed through my mind; I had always suspected that Dimitri Belikov would play a huge role in my life, it was impossible deny it as our limbs entwined, making it hard to distinguish where my body ended and his began - I knew at that very moment, that I wanted things to be like this forever. In his arms, for as long as I lived. Forever.
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