RARE

{ S*X AND HATE... }

THEME: I DARE YOU

By, dammrare

CHAPTER 05🦋06

★~•★~•★

{ THE THREAT }

"Well, look what we have here. If it isn't the princess of the Italian mafia empire." He cooed, stalking towards me.

He was wearing a white shirt tucked in with a few buttons undone. His sleeves were folded and pushed up to his elbows, displaying his intricately designed tattoos that stretched from his hands to his neck. He was a massive man, standing at about 6'4 and made of solid muscle.

"Mm-hmm. What a pleasure running into you, Harry." I say with sarcasm dripping off every word. His name coming out of my mouth taste like venom. I lean back against the wall, narrowing my eyes at him as I fold my arms over my chest.

He grins a perfect smile at me as he finally closes the space between us. I can barely breathe with this closeness. The urge to kill him is slowly overwhelming me. My demon wants to play but it is better to keep it cool unless necessary.

"It will be more pleasurable the day you stop breathing." He mumbled, anger flashing in his eyes.

I chuckle as I tilt my head to the side. "You know, this is not the best way to treat a lady, Harry." I gesture at the knife, stuck in the wall, above my head.

He chuckles darkly and shoves his hands inside his pants pocket. "I aimed for your head, actually. Too bad you were quick enough to dodge it."

"What do you take me for? Did you really think you can take me down easily like that?"

"Of course not. I wouldn't dare underestimate you, Foxy." He pauses. "I see you got here before me."

"I love taking my job seriously."

He glances down at the bag I had earlier drop on the floor when I duck the knife throw and then moves his gaze back to my face.

"Do you know what you've just done?"

"I killed your uncle," I say nonchalantly with a shrug of the shoulders.

"You and your father have just crossed the line, Foxy. And there are consequences."

Is that a threat? If yes, then this guy should really do better because that didn't faze me one bit.

I smirk and push myself off the wall, looking at him challengingly. "Oh, really? What are the consequences? Death?"

He unexpectedly wraps his fingers around my throat, squeezing the air out of my lungs. Normal people would beg for their life or at least try to break free from his firm hold but I wasn't normal. I am far from being normal.

I laugh like a maniac, seeing the fury that glows in his dark grey eyes. He is pissed off and determined to kill me behind the building of a hotel.

If I die now I will be so mad at myself. I mean, why should I die in a place as crappy as here? Like come on, I deserve better.

Father once told me "When you fall into an ocean, do not struggle. Instead, go with the rhythm of the waters, and when a perfect opportunity comes to survive... Take it."

And that is exactly what I did when I felt Harry's fingers loosen around my neck. I quickly knock his hand down and throw a punch to his stomach, making him stumble back from the impact.

This is the necessary time for my demon to play so I wasted no time throwing more solid punches at him. He blocked and dodged some while he wasn't quick enough to avoid them.

"You wanna play?" I growl. "Then let's play." I bring out my knife from the back pocket of my trouser, the same knife I used to kill his dear uncle and strike at his stomach but he dodges it.

Harry swiftly pull out the knife stuck in the wall and attack me with it. I also dodge it, taking a step back from him.

We stand opposite each other, breathing heavily, putting out our weapons in front of us, ready to strike the other when an opportunity comes.

You could literally see the hatred surrounding both of us. The day I kill this bastard will be the happiest day of my life.

"How dare you kill a Maynard?" He snarls darkly.

"How dare a Maynard steal from us?" I fire back. "You should be grateful I didn't storm inside your empire and kill every living thing."

He scoff when I said that and roll his eyes. "You must think so highly of yourself, Foxy. Get off your high horse, it will do you no good if you remain up there."

"Is that an advice, Harry?"

"Maybe."

"Take it back because I don't bloody need it." I lunged at him but he was fast enough to pull away and go behind me.

Damn it!

You see why I say this guy is as good as me. If it was someone else, I would have killed him or her within a few seconds. But Harry isn't just anybody. He is my rival and a skillful fighter like me.

Just as I am about to turn around to face him, he cut through my right cheekbone and knock me off my feet.

"You might be regarded as the queen of brutality but guess what, I am the king of brutality. You are no match for me."

I sit on the ground, glaring at him. My blood boils to a hundred degrees. If it is possible, you will see the heat coming out of my head, nostril, and ears from the resentment I was feeling for this jerk.

He stepped forward to me, having a smirk of victory on his face. He must think he has won the battle. But he should think again.

In a flash motion, I brush Harry off his feet and the knife he was holding flew off his hand as he falls to the ground. I hurriedly jumped over and straddled him - My legs positioned on each side of his body.

"Wanna ride me, Foxy?" He teased. Considering our position, it looks s*xual but that isn't the case right now. We desire to kill each other and not f**k each other's brains out.

My demon wants him dead and I will give her that satisfaction.

"Have you heard of the saying," I press my knife against his neck but not hard enough to draw out blood? Yet. "Only a fool celebrates on a battlefield?"

He smirks. "I think I have. Why do you ask?"

"You are a fool to have a smile of victory when you haven't killed me yet," I tell him, pressing the knife harder and I see blood trail off the small cut and staining my steel. "The initial plan was to kill your brainless uncle and then have you for a feast in the future. But if your death is this close... Who am I to say no? Let's just take your death as a twist of fate. See you in hell, Harry." I was about to finish him off when we hear the blaring of sirens.

Shit. Shit. Shit. That bitch must have woken up and called the cops when she saw Linus's lifeless body.

F**k. I won't be able to kill this bastard once again.

"Luck must be on your side." I push myself from on top of him and take a step towards my motorbike, snatching the black bag from the ground. I hop on my baby and turned on the ignition. "The next time we meet again... I will kill you."

He stands up, straightens his clothes, and smiles. "Same goes for you, Foxy."

I drive away afterward. I could still feel his gaze on me but I didn't bother to turn around to confirm my intuition.

Foxy is a nickname only he calls me. We all know Fox is an animal that is cunning and sly. I possess those qualities so I don't mind him calling me that because it suits my personality.

I drive around a corner and the feeling of his gaze on me faded away.

Sick psycho. Harry f**king Maynard.

•••••

"Oh, there she is. My princess. Heir of the empire." Father praises me, smiling widely.

"Ha-ha. You usually do this whenever I accomplish a mission. Sometimes I wonder if your shipment and reputation are all that matters to you."

"Oh, child. You know that is not true."

"Of course. Just pulling your legs." I wink.

His eyes searches my face and a deep frown appear on his face when he caught sight of something. "What happened to your face?"

My face? What happened?

I ran my fingertips over my face until I touch a wet spot. I lower my hand and stare down at my finger, it was covered in red color. Blood.

Dammit. This is Harry's doing. I had even forgotten about the cut.

"Let me guess, you had a clash with Harry Maynard," Father says.

It is not a guess. Even a baby will know this is Harry's doing. He is the only one strong enough to hurt me.

"Mm-hmm." I give a firm nod, handing the black bag over to a passing maid who fearfully collects it and scurried away without having the courage to look me in the eyes.

"Does it hurt?"

I roll my eyes. "No."

"Go to the clinic and_"

I cut father off before he can go any further. "Dad, this is just a small cut. I had even forgotten about it until you reminded me. Why should I make a big deal out of nothing?"

"I do not want it to leave a scar on your face, honey. You might be the heir of this empire but don't forget you are still a lady who will need to attract a man one day and get married. I need grandkids, Scarlett."

Another thing I hate is, having conversations like this with either my father or mother. Most especially my mother.

She has even tried matchmaking me with a friend of hers kid but I scared him away with my gun. What? I don't like him. And he is such a scaredy-cat. You needed to have seen how he ran off the restaurant. Thank God, our both parents had rented out the whole place for us.

I have not thought about getting married and even if I do want to marry one day in the future, I want a man bold enough to handle me. Someone capable enough to match my badass vibe. Not some weakling who runs off because of the mere sight of a gun. I need a man like Harry.

Okay, scratch that last part.

"You can tell that to Nelson. He is old enough to give you kids." I say.

"Nelson will get a lady pregnant and still ask her to abort the child. We both know how he is. The last thing I want is to have a grandkid like him." Father cringed at the imagination. "Besides, you are the heir of the empire and you will need a man by your side when being crowned."

"Dad, when I get to that bridge, I will cross it. I am not ready to be in any kind of relationship, pàpa. Per favore, let's drop the topic." (Please)

He let out a deep sigh. "Okay. Can you at least tend to your wound, hmm?"

I nod. "Okay. I will do that before taking a shower. Are you happy now?"

"Not really. But yeah."

Drama king. I chuckle and go upstairs to my bedroom.

•••••

People call me a weirdo because I love black. Well, f**k them and their perspective.

My room is an all-black design.

Black mattress, black duvet, black wall paint, black dressing table and chair, black ceilings, black carpet, black wardrobe. Everything was completely black.

My room is like an insight of my soul. However, there is one thing that makes a difference in this room... Scar. That is the name of my white furry cat.

She lay at the center of the queen-size bed, fast asleep.

I tiptoe to her and plant a tender kiss on her forehead. She purr but didn't wake up.

I sigh and go inside the bathroom which is also decorated in black color. It is no different from my bedroom.

I tear off the clothes on my body and got into the shower, stark naked. I turn on the head shower and sigh in satisfaction as the water cascade from my head to toe.

I know I promise father to take care of my wound but believe me, it doesn't hurt at all.

What I need right now is to have a wonderful and peaceful shower and then go straight to bed. I am f**king tired. I have had a long and stressful day.

••••

I step out of the bathroom, wearing a black shirt that is reaching my mid-thigh. I walk towards the large mirror by the corner of the room while wiping my hair dry with a black towel.

Something doesn't feel right for some reason. I don't know why but my instinct keeps bugging me as if trying to warn me from danger.

I turn away from the mirror and approach the open window, dropping the towel on the bed. I stare out of the window, looking out for any kind of danger.

I didn't find anything threatening. It is late and only a few guards can be seen patrolling around.

"I should probably go to bed," I mutter under my breath, turning to walk out from the window when I sight something flying towards me. I quickly caught it in my grasp before it touches my face.

What is it with people and my face!? F**king hell.

I observe what I was holding and my anger shot up immediately when I see it is a knife.

I look down and spot someone in black attire running off without being noticed. Remind me to punish every guard in charge of tonight's patrol duty.

I glance at the head of the knife and find a red cancel on it. (Something like this ❌)

"What the hell?" I hiss, gritting my teeth in fury.

Red cancellation like this signifies warning and threat. Whoever it is, he or she is coming for me.

And I know who it is... The F**king Maynard.

I gripped the knife in my hand as my eyes darkened in fury.

••••

🔥HARRY'S POV🔥

I drive inside the large compound and parked my red sports car in the parking lot.

Hugo was already waiting for me there.

I have two right-hand men, Hugo and Hudson, who are twins. They are my best friends also. Both are as brutal as me. Maybe that is why we bonded so well and became inseparable.

They are the only ones who can say shit to me without a bullet going through their heads. We've been friends like forever. Their father had worked for us until his death. He is regarded as a hero in the Russian mafia empire.

As soon as I come down from the car, Hugo approached me with a scowl on his face.

"Hey," I smile at him.

"Where have you been? F**k, what happened to your neck?" He asks.

"What else would have happened if not 'her'" Hudson says as he stepped towards us.

"Don't tell me she got to Mr. Linus before you did." Hugo mutter.

I shrug. "She did."

"Oh, shit. Your father will be very pissed off." He shakes his head.

"I almost killed her but I don't think it was the perfect time to," I tell them.

The time I strangled her, I had every chance to end her miserable life but I hesitated. Why? Father once told me, "Timing is the perfect teacher. If you are able to work with time, you are in control of certain things." I have always kept that advice ahead of the things I do.

"Is there anything like perfect time? You should end that bitch's life whenever you have the opportunity to do so. You shouldn't relent or hesitate." Hudson say.

"I work with time, d*ckhead." I scoff.

"And she? She almost killed you." Hugo points out, gesturing at my bleeding neck.

That, she almost did. But I wasn't scared. Death doesn't faze me. After all, one of us is fated to die at the hand of the other. And it will be me to end her damn f**king life.

"But didn't. Isn't that what matters?" I groan.

"Let's just go inside. You need to take care of that injury." Hudson says and starts walking towards the door.

"Yeah..." Hugo and I followed him.

As we get closer to the door, I began to have strange feelings. It was as if someone was watching us and I have this strange and uncomfortable feelings. I am no magician but my intuition is always right.

"Guys," I call out as I stop walking. Both brothers turn to look at me, giving me the 'what is wrong?' look. "Do you feel something strange?"

"Strange? In what aspect?" They question in sync.

I turn away from the door and just in time I sight a knife coming directly to my face, "Duck!" I yell to the twins and the three of us lower our heads. The knife flew over the air exactly where our heads were earlier and stuck itself on the door.

"Holy f**king shit." Hugo gasp as we all stood upright to our full height. "What the f**k just happened?"

I didn't answer him. I pull the knife out of the door and stare down at the head of it and a deep frown appears on my face when I see a red cancel on it. (❌)

"That is a warning sign, isn't it?" Hudson collects the knife from me, examining it.

"And a threat," Hugo adds. "Who could have done this?"

"Osvaldo." I snarl in detest and irritation.

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