Ruin Me Gently

CHAPTER 1

ENZO

You got to be kidding me now? Of all times! He decides to be interested in a girl now! I mean since when does the Grimm Reaper look twice at someone? I ordered the third bottle of whiskey. I swear to God this kid will be the death of me, him not thinking everything through requires me to think for both of us. And now he is attracted to someone ranking first on his father’s HIT LIST.

This club is too loud, I need some air, I make my way from VIP to down the corridor where most people are passed out or making out vaguely and into a lift and scout down holding my head between my hands, thinking of ways I have to make D understand that what he’s doing will get us killed by the family. The sound of the elevator opening a few floors down cut me from my thoughts to see a large, muscular guy wearing black pants and a black shirt rolled up on the arms and half open, holding some other guy by the hair who seemed to be unconscious on the ground. And as a reflex I rose to my feet on guard.

Dragging the other guy in by the hair, paying no attention to me he enters the lift and presses the last floor. The lift suddenly felt dead cold and the hair at the back of my head stood up. I could feel it down to my bones that this guy was bad news, his cologne filled the whole lift smelled like a mixture of metal, smoke and blood since the other guy was covered in blood and horror. I could sense my life in danger like the kind you feel when you know something dangerous is close to you.

I dared glance at him but I could only see his side profile, but this guy was massive. I am 6 ’2 but I raise my head to meet this guy. Caught up in my thoughts, I didn’t notice he caught me. His gaze was on me without turning his face or body, only his eyes giving me a side look. Reaching out for my pocket knife quietly sensing a certain change, on the sound of the lift stopping on the next floor he throws the other guy with ease like a paper and I charge at him when he reaches for his gun. Blocking my knife with his bare arm, who the fuck is this guy, he punches me in the abdomen. Looking me dead in the eyes he shoots aiming for my leg but I move in time and the bullet only scratches me.

Kicking his gun I snarl and the lift door closes again, “fuck!!”. The guy smirks before lifting me up in the air like a piece of paper smacking me to the metal wall and then hard on the floor. Getting back quickly on my feet again, I charged at him again, cutting him from arm down as fast as I could. He may be strong and big but am quick on my feet, and my way around a knife is pretty well.

I can easily kill a man in seconds with a knife but this guy is a monster, he’s blocking every attack with his arms. He doesn’t seem to feel anything. Blocking me again his hand aims to my throat, slamming me on the wall, fingers closing around my neck tight enough to cut off my air.

“Fuck! What da fuck do you want?” I managed to say trying to get him off me but he won’t budge.

“Such a dirty mouth on a cat!” he murmured, what!? Did this asshole just call me a cat? His voice was low enough to crawl under my skin, snapping my attention back to the face of the man killing me. The harsh light flickered over his face, cutting it into pieces of gold and shadow. His face was a masterpiece, every line, every curve seemed carved by patience and desire itself, his hair, dark brown as wet silk clung to his temple and caught the light and shimmered like something alive-like it could whisper if I dare touch it. My eyes met his and for a moment, the world narrowed to the quiet gleam of his golden eyes. His eyes - God, those eyes - burned gold, not bright, but molten, alive, like something forged in violence and heat. The man before me was a vision of quiet majesty, looking at him felt like standing too close to something divine and yet all I could think was he looked magnificent in the worst possible way and……. What!!!? What the hell am I thinking?

“Can’t speak now,uh?” his voice was doing something to my body. Foreign things and when the elevator door opened, I saw my chance to run from my demise. Kicking in the knife that I stabbed in his leg earlier, enough to make him drop his grip on me making him fall on his knees I ran to his gun that was dropped on the ground earlier, got out while firing back at him until the elevator slammed closed again taking him along. Catching my breath for a moment and trying to get my heart back to its normal beating, I ran like death was chasing me down the stairs and out of the building to where my car parked and drove with no glance back.

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“Fuck!!” I snarled as I entered the mansion. D was sitting in the chair he and his father love to sit in a lot. I don’t know what’s with that chair, maybe some strange family shit I guess. He looked up and glared at my wounded body.

“What happened to you??” he asked, sipping his vodka.

“A bad day happened.” I said, making my way up the stairs.

“You know, it’s not wise going around picking fights.”

“Fuck you.”

“Don’t swig that way.” he says smiling and I ignore the fucker he’s always trying to get on my nerves. I walk into my room excited by the thought of sleeping everything off. I changed, and put some ice on my abdomen for some reason. He didn’t seem to aim at my face, which is weird for someone with the advantage of punching only. As I lay down drifting to sleep the thought of killing the bastard made my heart pound hard against my chest to the point I woke up with a hardon the next day….fuck!

CHASE

I limp into the White mansion and pass the kitchen where Addie sat staring at her laptop. Someone doesn’t sleep much like me. I guess everyone got some shit keeping them up at night, especially in this line of work. She looked back as she heard my steps and the moment her eyes caught me she rushed to me.

“What da fuck happened to you?” She offered to help, but I refused to make my way to my room.

“Nothing!”

“The Russians were that strong?” She asked about the mission I was on. I only went there to settle with the Russians but I couldn’t let the guy leave after catching me and trying to pull a knife at me. Though he sounded Italian for some reason.

“I guess!” I made my way to my room. Inside I remove the golden pocket knife I forgot was still there, I dress my wounds. Gosh I have so many cuts on me.

“I never saw you with so many cuts before, who made you like that?” I didn’t realise

Addie had been by the door all this time.

“A cat.” I said finishing up and putting on a sweater. And she busted up laughing. She seems to be in a good mood lately, maybe it’s because of that Italian guy she’s been obsessed with.

“A cat?? Since when do you fight cats?”she asked, trying to enter but I pushed her back out and closed the door.

“Comeon, tell me about this “cat”.”

I drop down on my bed ignoring her, and thought how I could let the guy walk out alive on me was it the way he stood his ground like he knew exactly how dangerous I was and didn’t give a fuck. Every time I tried to push the thought of him away, it came back stronger, flooding my body with a strange feeling. I could still feel how his blood pumped through his body when I was choking him, the shape of his jaw, his diamond blue eyes as tears started gathering in them. The way his lips looked all red and soft. And before I knew it I was burning up with a strange feeling. I don’t know if I wanted him dead and bleeding or if I wanted him naked and moaning on my bed.

I couldn’t sleep as usual, because the face of him still haunted my conscience. I just layed there on the bed imagining hundreds ways to kill him, thousands ways to fuck him, ways to pin him against the wall again with my hands around his throat, how there was no where to look but him. For a few breaths the room narrowed down to heat and pressure and the sounds he made when I squeezed his neck tight, I want to hear them again. I try to shove it back into anger but my body is feeling anything but anger right now.

My breath is shortening, jaw tightening. I can feel my knuckles turning white around the bedsheets.

I close my eyes

Big mistake

He’s there instantly

Not soft

Not sweet

Sharp-mouthed, fierce, glaring at me like he would stab me again any moment I let my guard down. I shifted onto my stomach, and regretted it immediately when I felt how hard I was against the mattress. I hate how easily he’s getting under my skin just from seeing him once. This is not me. I don’t fantasize about anyone, not the girls I hook up with, now I can’t stop thinking of this fucker who was trying to kill me.

“Fuck”

I inhale sharply, imagining him pinned under me on the bed. In my head I’m grabbing his wrist again like back in the elevator-not gentle, not cruel– just firm enough to remind him who’s stronger but he’s not ready to back down, fighting me, cursing me out with that deep, natural red-full perfect lips like they were craved to draw attention. Smirking when he’s winning, pressing together when he’s angry, parting just slightly when he’s caught off guard. It’s infuriating how expressive they are, how easily they give him away. And how fucking I was paying attention to his every detail instead of killing him.

That’s when it hits me– not lust, not hunger

Something entirely different, something dark………………………..

My breath stutters

My body burns

My restraint frats

I open my eyes abruptly, staring down at my soaked bedsheets, heart racing like I’ve just escaped something lethal. The room is silent.

I drag a hand over my face and exhale slowly.

This is bad

Not because he can’t leave my mind

But because I don’t want him to leave my mind

And because parts of me know - with terrifying certainty that I am going to meet him again.

I laughed at my soon to be fucked life.

I got up, took a shower and looked into our business until it was six in the morning and Addie walked down to find me still working at the kitchen table.

“Thought you had been able to sleep due to those injuries.” She says getting coffee.“Guess not!”

“The founders’ party on Friday, are you going?”

“I’m not sure, but there will be many influential figures. Not attending is too risky.”

“I will prepare for it, then. Want me to look into every one coming.”

“Yeah, but have someone else get into it. We don’t want to alert them.”

“Alright.”

“Do you think the Italian will be there?”

“You think that would be a good idea?”

“Why?”

“Him coming to his enemies’ den? And you are kinda interested in him.”

“I am not interested in him.” she says too fast.

“Right.”

“Seriously, I am not. I just….”

“Find him interesting?”

“Shut up.”

Addie paused halfway through pouring her coffee, watching me over the rim of the mug.

“You look like hell, Chase.”

“Any other day, then.”

She shrugged, rolling her eyes and opened her laptop again, fingers flying across the keyboard. The quiet tapping filled the kitchen for a moment before she froze.

“Well… that’s interesting.”

I didn’t look up from the papers in front of me. “What?”

“One of the guests confirmed for Friday.”

“And?”

“You won’t believe this.”

I finally lifted my eyes.

Addie slowly turned the screen toward me.

The moment I saw the picture, my chest tightened.

Diamond blue eyes.

Sharp jaw.

That same defiant expression.

Him.

Standing besides the Italian.

The man who tried to kill me in the elevator.

My grip tightened around the edge of the table.

Addie raised an eyebrow.

“what?”

I leaned back slowly, a smile creeping onto my face before I could stop it.

“This will be fun,” I murmured.

“uh?.”