Chapter 5 Number 4

Daemon

Katrina was a sight to behold.

Her perfect blonde hair was down on her shoulders except for a few locks that have been held up, giving her the perfect hairstyle for a bride.

Her white dress had a wide v neck that made everyone have the clearest view of her cleavage and chest, her skin looked so smooth away from the fact that it was so white as if she had never gone out at daytime where the sun would meet her skin.

And then again Russia is always cold so maybe she didn't feel like going outside but this whole scene in front of me almost made me feel bad that I'm using Katrina to get revenge.

She didn't deserve for this to be her fate... but neither did my wife and child and Katrina is still alive, she should be grateful for that.

The whole ceremony thing passed on quickly and I was now feeling Katrina's soft lips against mine, it felt like heaven and I know what you are going to say? You already forgot about your wife? No.

But Leona has been gone for eighteen years now, I still love her and will always do but that wouldn't stop me from enjoying what I have now. Like my family and power and most importantly now, Katrina.

I'm going to take my time destroying her, I'll destroy her mentally and emotionally to the point of no return as in for her body, I don't even know if my consciousness could handle having my blood-soaked hands on her.

The moment I heard the sound of bullets, I pulled Katrina behind me as I pulled out my gun, aiming it at whoever the bastard that invaded my wedding was.

"Romero wanted to send you his wishes for your second marriage." One of the men said before he pulled out an M-16 and started shooting randomly.

I pushed Katrina to the ground behind the bench we had placed for the wedding and I knew that Enzo and Salvatore would've already gotten Mom and Sera out of the ball but I was trapped so leaving Katrina with her sister was the best thing to do.

I looked up and noticed that Ivan was already shooting some of the men while his wife ran out with their son. My eyes drifted to Katrina to find her keeping her sister's head down so she wouldn't get hit by a blind bullet.

My hand went to the other gun I had then turned to look Katrina in the eye. "Do you know how to use it?" I put the gun in her line of sight and it took seconds for her to reach for it with a nod, she looked so certain.

Only when I made sure that at least two guards were with her did I get up and started firing back at Romero's men.

One after the other went down until there was none left in front of me but in a flash, I heard a gun go off behind me. Katrina.

I turned around so quickly that my neck should've snapped at the speed of the action but I was only met with a soldier who was aiming at me with blood spilling down from his mouth before he crumbled to the floor.

Katrina was standing a few steps away from him, the gun still aimed in the air after she shot him... she shot him.

She saved my life. Katrina, the woman who I chose to marry for revenge saved my fucking life.

Why in the fucking hell would she do that? If I died she would've been free from day one so why didn't she let me die?

"Kat." Came the voice of her sister who was looking at Katrina's waist from the side where there was... blood. Fuck.

I was making a run for Katrina when her father beat me to it, only then did she drop the gun and actually took a look at her wound.

"It's okay, it's just a scratch." A fucking scratch. I stalked towards her saying firmly "a fucking scratch or not, you'll be stitched up." I saw it in her sky blue eyes that she wanted to argue but once her eyes drifted to her sister she only nodded at my order.

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Katrina

I Watched Daemon walk away after handing me the forty-five pistol and thank God I knew how to use a gun, both Sasha and I knew how to use one ever since we were eight.

Sasha looked like she might pass out at any moment, my free hand went to her flustered face which made her eyes look into mine.

I gave her a reassuring nod which she returned even though her hands tightened around her ears to block the sound of bullets and I was on guard all the time, looking around me to make sure no one is planning on killing me anytime soon.

That was when I noticed a man aiming his gun on Daemon who was looking ahead, he was going to kill him like that? Like a stab in the back?

That's really low.

But if Daemon died then that meant both I and Sasha will be forced to live with Natalya again. No.

I won't force my sister to live with that monster again only because I wanted out of this plus, this kill was such a dishonour for Daemon.

A man like him would want to be killed by someone who looked him in the eye, not in this treachery way and I was hoping that one day I would be the one to kill him.

I stood up, aimed the gun at the man's head and I was told I was a good aim so let's hope I really am. When I felt a slight pain in my side but I still stood my ground and took my shot.

Bingo... right in the back of his head but the ring of the bullet forced Daemon to turn around, his eyes were on the man as he watched him fall.

I was supposed to feel something when his eyes settled on me, surprise filling them because like everyone else he never expected me to actually be able to kill someone.

But I knew that I had it in me, I knew because I was always the guardian, the protector to my siblings so it was always an option for me to kill someone if I was ever put in that position and today I did for my sister's and maybe my sake too.

"Kat." Sasha's voice sounded horrified, making me turn my eyes her way to find her looking at my left side.

My eyes drifted down where my dress had turned red but I wasn't shot. If I was shot I would've known because I wouldn't have been able to stand up if I was.

It was just a scratch but Daemon insisted on getting me stitched, when did he get so caring?

Which brought us to where we were right now, standing in the middle of what I suppose was going to be my room.

Daemon was looking for alcohol so he could clean up the wound, meanwhile, I was fumbling with this fucking idiotic zipper because of the stupid dress that Natalya chose for me. Well, why did you agree knowing that it's bad? Because I'm an idiot.

I went to open the door when Daemon stopped me. "Where are you going?" His voice held some kind of authority, did he think I'd bow for him and his scary ass voice.

"To ask Sasha for help with the zipper." Alright, it sounded really stupid when I heard it being said out loud.

"One: your sister might be in the deepest sleep of her life after what happened. Two: you are not going to walk all the way to her wing just so she could unzip your dress." Damn it. He was right.

But like how am I supposed to do it?

"Turn around." He ordered. My nervousness got the best of me but I still did, I didn't have time to be stubborn with a wound in my side.

His hand brushed my hair to the side, then he slowly pulled the zipper down, his fingers lightly touching my bare back, shivers ran through my body, the hair on the back of my neck stood up from the friction between our skins.

He stepped back, giving me room to go to the bathroom and have a shower so he can clean and stitch the wound without me needing to get them wet by showering later.

I stripped from the blooded dress and got in the shower, the water turned pink from the blood mixing with it.

So let's see, my day was miserable enough because of a forced marriage, check.

Then it turned into a full disaster when someone who hates my husband crashed the wedding and almost killed everyone, check.

Wedding of the fucking decade, for real.

After getting dried, I put on the clothes that I had ready on the bathroom counter and I half hoped that Daemon would be gone when I opened the bathroom door but of course, the universe had to be against me even in this.

Daemon was sitting on the king-sized bed, it literally felt like he was just sitting there the whole time waiting for me to come out, or was he?

He patted the other side of the bed, telling me to sit down.

I was too tired to fight or question the way he asked me to sit beside him, so I just went there laid down there and I felt him lift up my shirt lingeringly and I felt my breath hitch at the contact he made with my skin again. Why was I feeling this?

It almost felt like it took forever for him to get the shirt high enough so he could start doing what he wanted to do. My heart was now in a frenzy whilst I was having a hard time swallowing the lump that felt like a rock in my throat.

I felt Daemon's eyes on me and he said in the most gentle manner possible. "This is gonna hurt so just be ready." I gave a slight nod, gripping the sheets in a death hold.

The alcohol made contact with my skin and I let out a whimper but didn't move one bit not because I should appear strong but it would've only made this go on longer and that's something I didn't specifically need at the moment.

After a few minutes of letting out whimpers and biting down on my lip, he was finally done with covering the wound, he didn't waste one second in getting up and wanting to leave the room but he turned around as I sat up on the bed.

He seemed to be lost for a split second before he said but he didn't sound that happy about saying the words. "Thank you... for shooting that guy today, not a lot of people have the courage to do that."

Well, that was certainly unexpected but it was totally fine by me but he was wrong about the last sentence. He was so wrong.

"True, but I'm not anyone and I'm not a non-courageous person either." I declared this to him like someone declaring war because, for us, it was me against him.

He could lie to everyone all he wanted and I would lie outside these walls as well but inside, every single word I'll say would be nothing but the truth.

A couple of heartbeats passed as he just kept looking at me as if he was trying to analyse and understand but I knew how to control my face and even my gaze better than anything, he wouldn't be able to understand anything about me.

He said nothing when he turned around and left the room but at least I didn't hear a lock turning so I'm not a full-time prisoner yet which is good.

But this whole thing was going to be hard, so hard for me to get through but I will. I always do.