Chapter 2 Her fears

She screamed in agony, feeling the intense pain radiating from the deep stab wound in her arm. Gasping for breath, she scrambled backward, her hand desperately trying to stem the flow of crimson blood.

"It's insane that you think you can save a soul... When your own is in grave danger," he seethed, his anger dripping from his words. The waves of excruciating pain coursing through her veins made her wince as he bellowed, demanding answers.

"Where's Nickolas?" he demanded, his voice filled with a dangerous intensity.

"I haven't seen him... I swear..." she began, but her words were abruptly silenced by a powerful kick that sent her crashing to the ground, her body colliding with the hard surface.

God!

"You're not ready... to reveal the truth. Then you shall suffer his fate," he threatened, his eyes turning a menacing shade of red. With a wicked smirk, he aimed another kick at her stomach, causing her to crumple in pain against the unforgiving floor. "Ouch!" she groaned, desperately trying to regain her footing. He menacingly brandished his knife, pressing her head against the unyielding surface.

"You shall die instead," he declared, his intention clear as he poised to strike.

"Stop!" a voice shouted, ripping Darrell away from her. She let out a shaky breath, turning her gaze towards the unexpected savior.

Mr. 47!

He's saving me, she realized, a glimmer of hope emerging.

"Give me one good reason why I shouldn't plunge this into her heart," Darrell yelled, his pocketknife still menacingly pointed in her direction.

"She's not our target yet... remember, Nick is our target," Mr. 47 calmly interjected, bringing a momentary reprieve to her anxiety.

"But she... she deserves it... for enticing Nickolas to run away," Darrell snapped, his rage barely contained.

"We have the city under our control. We will undoubtedly find him," Mr. 47 assured him. Darrell shot her a venomous glare, and she quickly sank to her knees, fear clutching at her heart.

"And why the hell is she still here?" he spat, his anger simmering just beneath the surface.

"She's still here, huh?" Mr. 47 echoed, turning his head to observe her. She exhaled heavily, sensing the urgency of the situation. "Leave, you coward," he yelled. It was clear that she needed to make her escape before he changed his mind. Scrambling to her feet, she hurriedly made her way towards the stairs, her pulse racing.

"Ah!" she whimpered as she entered her room, clutching her aid box tightly. Dragging out a stool, she gingerly sat on it, preparing to tend to her wounded arm. Thankfully, the wound wasn't as deep as she had initially feared.

She winced as the antiseptic made contact with the wound, feeling the intense sting that caused her to pout in pain.

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(SOMEWHERE IN THE EAST)

Diana picked up the remote from the center table, a mischievous smile forming on her lips as her fingers poised over the play button. The sound system seemed initially reluctant to cooperate.

They were gathered in the spacious living room after a delightful dinner. Finally, it was time for Dad and Diana's bet. Her mom sat next to her Dad while she took her place beside Donna, her twins sister.

Gradually, the room filled with the most outrageous music everyone has ever heard. "Damn, Diana must have gone to great lengths to find this sensuous song. Gosh, she's already winning." Donna said as Diana smiled and stepped forward, playfully kicking the center table aside. "Damn, this song is crazy," Mom commented.

"Yeah, but she's still the loser I know," Dad said, parting his legs repeatedly in anticipation.

"Ouch!" Diana groaned.

"Come on, sis, you can do it," Donna teased, unable to contain her laughter.

"Yeah, I can do anything my emotions ask of me," Diana sighed.

"Begin!" Dad shouted, and Diana swiftly discarded her robe. Her hands moved slowly from her shoulders down to her cleavage, her hips swaying seductively to the beat. She twirled her palms around her bare body, driving anyone, even a gay man, to the brink of insanity. She couldn't help but burst into laughter, joined by Mom, while Dad continued his leg-parting ritual, his eyes glued to Diana's every move.

"You've only got twenty minutes... and you've already spent eight of them," Dad chuckled.

"Poor Diana!" he smirked, still parting his legs.

She squeezed her breasts through her bra, hoping it would add a little extra allure. Her hands roamed her body as she twisted and turned with all her might. Shit, her eyes were fixated on his parted legs. God, this man must be a pervert or something worse.

"Ten minutes gone," Dad shouted, a triumphant smile spreading across his face. Donna and Mom continued to laugh, and it infuriated her.

What's so funny? I'm trying to win here, and all they can do is laugh? It's annoying, right? She sighed and increased the tempo, trying to be faster, but still maintaining a tantalizing slowness.

"Ah, Diana!" Mom teased.

"I'm getting wet just watching you," she taunted, tickling herself and giggling. She rolled her eyes and glanced at Dad.

Aww, he's not parting anymore. She smiled secretly and gyrated her ass back and forth, sending shivers down her own spine. Damn, even the lyrics of this song were getting her wet. She intensified her naughty performance, and Dad fell silent.

He wasn't parting.

He wasn't speaking.

He was just staring intently...

"Seems like she's already winning." She beamed and glanced around. Donna winked at her and flashed a mischievous smile.

"Fifteen minutes gone," Dad said, his voice turning hoarse. She started grinding into the air more vigorously, her arousal reaching its peak.

"Diana!" Mom moaned, sensually caressing her breasts through her gown. She glanced back at Dad, and he sighed, pressing his legs together. She giggled inwardly. Oh yes, she was definitely getting somewhere.

"Eighteen minutes gone," Donna giggled, and she twerked even more wildly.

"Shit, I lose," Dad admitted, and she giggled, flopping onto the couch.

"Damn, my panties are soaked," Mom exclaimed. "Come on, this is fun," Donna sighed.

"I've already won!" she screamed, triumphantly springing to her feet. "Honey... Come with me immediately," Dad said, his tone urgent, and he ran upstairs. She smiled and turned towards Mom. "You're a badass," Mom glared at her lustfully. "Damn, my panties are completely ruined," she sighed.

"Same here," Donna chimed in.

"Aww!" she groaned.

"Honey!" Dad shouted from upstairs.

"You should go, take care of yourself," she said, smirking.

"Yeah, Dad's waiting," Donna added, sighing. "Okay then... Thanks for making him want to screw me."

"I can't remember the last time we had sex," Mom added, taking a step towards the stairs.

"Yeah, that's because he works too hard," Donna sighed.

"I wouldn't want you guys to marry a workaholic like him..."

"Come on, Dad is not a workaholic," Donna protested.

"He is," Mom said firmly.

"He's not," Donna countered.

"He is."

"He's not."

"He is."

"He's not."

"I'm calling Maria right away!" Dad shouted from upstairs, and they all burst into laughter.

"No way, not when I'm still alive," Mom shouted back, rushing up the stairs with determination.

"Hey!" Donna and Dianna called out, and Mom paused.

"LOWER YOUR MOAN, BECAUSE WE DON'T WANT TO BE DISTURBED," Donna and she said in unison.

"Fuck both of you," Mom retorted and continued on her way. "Goodnight, Mom!" Donna shouted after her, but she was already gone.

"It's late already. Goodnight," Donna said, bidding Dianna farewell.

"Yeah, sweet dreams," she smiled, hugging Donna. She kissed her cheek, and they parted ways, heading to their respective rooms.

"Gosh, I can't believe I did that," Dianna sighed, slipping into her nightie after a quick shower. Donna was right. "THAT WAS FUN." She adjusted herself comfortably on the bed and closed her eyes, slipping into dreamland. But before drifting off, she muttered, "JESUS, PRAY FOR ME." Yeah, she was too tired to pray.

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Ryan walked out of the bathroom, her body feeling heavy and drained. Slowly, she made her way into her bedroom, her eyes fixated on the fresh wound on her arm. Clad in her nightgown, she sat on the bed, her thoughts consumed by the pain and confusion she was experiencing.

"Kaww!"

"Kaww-kaww!!" A soft knock at the window startled her, pulling her attention away from her thoughts. She let out a sigh, wondering what new development awaited her this time, and reluctantly made her way to the window.

God!

Peeking through the curtain, she was taken aback by what she saw. It was Nickolas!

"Hey! It's me, Nick," he whispered, and she quickly opened the window, allowing him to climb into her room. She watched him with a mixture of shock and concern as he unhooked the rope and turned to face her.

"Uh, sorry I left without... "

"Where did you go?" she asked, her worry evident in her voice. He let out a weary sigh and removed his backpack from his back.

"I went hunting," he replied, his fatigue evident.

"Nickolas!" she exclaimed, unable to conceal her concern.

"What?" he replied, plopping down on her bed. "For a good ten hours?"

"Yeah, there's this unfinished building. I was trapped inside, hunting my ass off," he explained.

"Come on, it was fun," he added with a smile.

"Fun?" she questioned, her brows furrowing in confusion.

"Yeah. Because the whole building was filled with cobwebs and creepy spiders," he said, trying to lighten the mood.

"I'm sorry if I made you worry," he winked. "Of course, you did," she sighed, relief washing over her.

"Oh, next time, don't worry about me."

"Wait!"

"What's that?" His eyes focused on her arm. Concern etched across his face, he stood up and gently held her wounded arm, inspecting it closely.

"Did Darrell do this to you?" he asked, his voice filled with tenderness. She nodded, her eyes filled with tears.

"I can't let him get away with it this time."

"I don't get it," she said sadly, feeling overwhelmed by the situation.

"He has bitten off more than he can chew," he said, softly cupping her cheek with his hand.

She looked into his eyes, feeling the warmth and love in his gaze. "I don't want you to get hurt because of me," she whispered.

Nickolas smiled gently, brushing away her tears with his thumb. "I'll do whatever it takes to keep you safe. You mean the world to me, and I can't bear to see you in pain."

He grabbed his backpack off the ground, collected a gun out of it and let the backpack hits the floor.

"What are you doing? Please throw that away!" Ryan pleaded, her heart beating faster as seconds passed away.

"Yeah, after I screw his nasty ass." He replied and stormed out.