Page 10 of Psychological War

My brows furrowed, shaking my head. I locked my eyes onto Giulio's face as he threw his head back letting out a booming laugh.

End them. Kill them,the little voice in my head told me. Reminding me that they deserved everything I planned to give them.

“Hi ba-baby,” someone slurred in my ear. I barely caught myself cringing at their hot breath against my neck. “We should get out of here,” he whispered as his tongue caressed my earlobe.

Shooting a glare over my shoulder, I nudged him back with my elbow. He grunted as his hands shot to his ribs.

“Fucking bitch,” he growled.

“Come on, we should get out of here, baby girl.” The other tried reaching for my arm.

Shaking my head no, I stepped back. Done with this interaction, I focused on their faces. Remembering them. The blond had a mole on his upper lip and a small bump on the bridge of his nose. The other had dark brown hair, almost black, and his eyes were dead. He almost held no emotions.

Both men stood next to each other, glaring at me.

“Come on.” The blond elbowed his friend, backing away. Both of them disappeared from the line of sight. Taking a deep breath I turned around, instantly realizing both chairs that Giulio and Leonzo had been sitting in were now empty. Scanning the upper level I barely caught them as they opened the back door and left.

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Making my way to the exit I ignored all the stares of the men eye fucking me. It was a relief to be getting out of here. Being social was tiring. All I wanted right now was a hot shower and some Chinese. Taking out my phone I sent Aziza a text asking if she was in the mood for food.

As soon as the back-alley door shut behind me I was shoved. My head connected with the concrete wall, and my forehead bust opened. The blood began to trail down the side of my face. Looking over I narrowed my eyes at the two figures who stepped forward. Blinking a few times, I realized it was the two men who were dancing and trying to get me to leave with them.

Fucking idiots.

Taking a step from the wall, Blondie smirked at me while the one other one looked like this was the last place he wanted to be.

“She’s pretty ain’t she?” Blondie took a step forward. I didn’t move. “Brave girl, but I told you I think you should leave with us.”

He’s even more stupid then. Did he really think I would leave with him? And now he’s attacking me, thinking I would now leave with him. They were both stupid, even if the brunette thought he could just stand back and not do a thing.

These pants were so tight I couldn’t hide a gun, or even a freaking knife. So my fist was going to have to be it.

“Martin, grab her,” Blondie barked. The brunette who was named Martin glanced at Blondie before taking a step towards me. My lip curled in disgust. If he thought I would let his nasty fingers touch me he was mistaken.

“Come on, make this easy.” Martin reached for me. Rearing back I punched him in the face, the feel of nose crunching, my knuckles busted on impact.Fuck I was rusty.

“UGH, you stupid bitch!” Martin screamed. His voice turned angry, and he glared at me through his now broken nose. “You stupid fucking girl!” Oh so here was the true nature of Mister Martin. He liked to hide behind the curtain, to act like he was the real one in charge. He was. They thought I was stupid, that I had no idea the game they were playing.

Martin again went to grab at me. This time I ducked and kicked him in the shin. I didn’t want to kill them really but making sure they were hurt was making my skin itch. Fuck these guys.

They both charged forward trying to grab at me. Grinning at them I grabbed hold of Martin's head before shoving him forward into the wall, his body slumped to the ground. Blondie snarled at me grabbing hold of both wrists.

“You’re going to regret that, fucking cunt!”

Raising my eyebrow I raised my foot kicking him where it most hurt. They had no idea what they were doing. The moment my boot connected with his balls his grip on my wrist fell. He let out a loud scream, echoing in the alleyway. Soon someone was going to come out here and I didn’t feel like being caught. Grabbing his head, I was about to ram my knee into his face before he started screaming, “W-wait, please. Please don’t. I’m sorry.”

Cocking my head to the side I thought for a moment about letting him stay awake, but I didn’t need him following me or worse getting himself killed for trying to come at me again. I could see the moment he thought I was going to let him go. In that moment I moved faster than he could think, ramming his face into my knee.

Pushing his unconscious body to the side I let out a sigh. This was not how I thought the night was going to go. Pulling my phone out I checked my text from Aziza. She was ordering it to be delivered. Which was much better. I was bone tired, and just wanted my bed.

Taking a deep breath I turned on my heel ready to leave the alleyway, only to see an overly large man standing a few feet in front of me. His hood covered his face so I couldn’t see it.

My bed was just going to have to wait it seemed like.

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Zane

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