Page 90 of Fatality

“Wh-who are you?”

He pulls back and search my face before sighing.

“I’m Evren Calder, leader of Crimson Velocity, second most powerful gang of Kairo-9.”

He pauses and tightens his fingers around my throat, cutting off my airflow.

“But you won’t live long enough to find out the rest” He smiles “If I really have a small dick or not.”

I struggle against his grip, my face reddening, my eyes watering as no oxygen reaches my brain.

“That’s it.” He leans closer, his face now mere inches from mine. “Fight to breathe, because I’m the only one who can give you the one thing you need.”

He smirks as his eyes glow an eerie green-gold.

Then he suddenly releases me, only to grab the front of my hoodie while I desperately drag air back into my lungs.

With one hand, he hauls me up.

Lifts me as if I weigh absolutely nothing.

I thrash and kick but he only chuckles in response.

“You look like a little feral cat.” he smiles “Cute. But useless.”

In an instant, my back slams against the wall beside my bed, the impact knocking the air out of my lungs.

Before I can even register what happened or manage to breathe evenly, I feel his hand tracing along my bare calf, sliding up to the inside of my knee and continuing higher, slowly.

My breathing quickens, panic flooding through me.

“What the fuck are you doing?!” I writhe against his hold. “Don’t touch me!” I shout.

“Oh, little troublemaker is panicking?” His fingers drift higher along the inside of my thigh. “You think I want to touch you? I just like seeing your fire before I extinguish it.”

I don’t think, my body moves alone.

As he leans closer, I turn my head toward his.

I bite down on his neck hard enough to break the skin. His blood floods my mouth, warm and metallic, but I don’t care.

I lock my jaw.

He roars and jerks his hand away before realizing my teeth are still sunk into his neck.

His hand shoots into my hair and yanks my head back.

I resist until he clamps his hand around my jaw, forcing it open.

“Let go, you vicious fucking bitch!” he shouts.

I only manage a muffled no, the word swallowed by the skin still trapped between my teeth.

He laughs maniacally and finally manages to pry my jaw off his neck.

I take advantage of the opening and throw a punch—not at his face, but directly at the fresh bite mark I just left.

His reflexes are inhuman.