Chapter 4-A change
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/Theodore's POV/
In a place where only strong rules, I had to act average so I wouldn’t stand out, which involved constant bullying, which only got worse after she started showing interest in me.
Every time I think about it, I think about how it’d feel to have my arms around her pale little neck and the sound it’ll make as it snaps.
The thought filled me with pure ecstasy and every single night I’d dreamed of it—what it'd feel like to have blood dripping down her dark heart after I ripped it right out of her chest.
She was no different from her f*****g family. Just a little more; I just need a little more time and that’ll be the end of it, at least that’s what I thought until she ordered to have me moved.
I still remember being brought into this place; it’s a pretty f****d-up environment since I had to survive through a lot of s**t to be considered worthy of being here. I smirked at the thought.
I remember them telling us as we assembled in rows, as kids, how lucky we were to be granted the surname Crow like I wanted it in the first place.
I guess I’m pretty lucky that I wasn’t sold off to some pervertic old man for bedroom duties after being trafficked and sold at an illegal slave auction.
I’ve been buying my time since then, waiting until I become a captain and have my first solo mission to leave since opting out was never an option.
I thought I could lay low forever, acting like an average dimwit uninvolved with power struggles between the soldiers of the Raven family, doing just the bare minimum to get by but all that changed since the moment she set her eyes on me.
I remember the first time we met, when she let me lick the tip of her shoes because they were dirty and told me how much she hated my eyes since they looked arrogant.
I’ve not had a moment of peace since she suddenly got interested in me and I wonder why now that I’ve finally managed to contact my family after 14 years of being stuck in the Raven’s second branch family residence.
They sure do have a funny family history.
The Ravens and the Crows, I thought to myself in disbelief. While the second branch is treated as dispensable, the Ravens are the main branch and direct descendants.
The head of the family is the Don, and the first son is the under-boss, At least my 14 years of living with them gave me enough time to gather the intelligence I needed.
I wonder how they'll feel once they realise they’ve been sheltering the heir of the rival gang.
I never wished for any of this; I never wished to be here—spending 14 years away from my family and living no different than a disposable tool.
Just one day... one single day at an amusement park changed everything but now’s not the time to cry over spilled milk.
I was wondering how exactly I should handle Valentina’s sudden change in attitude. I was prepared for whatever form of harassment she had in store for me.
Will she pour spoiled milk on me again today or probably practice her range shooting with me as the moving target? I was prepared for it since I’ve had worse, or maybe she'll come up with new ways to torment me.
Constant and random picking on me, slapping me behind the head out of nowhere.
It’s a drop in the bucket compared to what I’ve been through but what I don’t understand is why she was suddenly interested in tending to my wounds and giving me a proper room, I was prepared to sleep on the cold, hard floor anyway.
What on earth is she planning? My brows creased as wheels turned in my head, trying to come up with the perfect explanation for Valentina’s actions.
The princess of Raven mafia family, , knowing how much she’s loved by her family, it’s only right that I kill her first? Or I should save her for last and make her beg for death after I kill off every single one of her family members, starting from that b***h that kept glaring at me from right behind her, Valentina’s dog Nora.
“Does it hurt?” Valentina asked in a soft, warm tone she’s never used on me before.
I should be repulsed at the soft, sticky finger that dabbed on my wound but I’m not sure all I felt was just anger.
“What are you doing?” I had to ask since it’s quite unlike her. I mean…I’m the new toy handed to her by her dad so... I expected her to play and toss me like she used to; after all, I was given to her as a source of entertainment. So much for laying low.
“I’m treating your wounds; can’t you see?” Valentina replied, her ointment-coated finger dabbing on one of the several cuts on my face. Her faults, by the way. Her unwarranted attention brought me more harm than good, if there’s any good at all.
“Yes, I know but why?" I couldn't help my curiosity and immediately demanded an explanation.
“This bastard, what the f**k makes you think you could question her?” Her dog didn’t wait for me to finish before she flared up again. Her cutting glare, intending to remind me of my place, makes me want to scoff to her face.
“Knock it off Nora” Valentina breathed. Her warm breath caressed my face, dousing the searing pain from my ointed open wounds.
I felt goosebumps spread from the area and I jerked away from her instinctively. “Sorry, does it hurt that much?” I frowned at her worried tone, her eyes reflecting pure concern.
What the hell does she think she’s doing? I can’t place a finger on it.
“What do you want from me?” I found the courage to ask, ignoring the piercing glare from her little bodyguard glued to her side because I'm not used to this side of her.
“Take it as an apology for how I’ve treated you this time.” My eyes grow wide to the short sentence she considered apology. Valentina apologised, what? I must have heard wrong.
What on earth is going on with her…I guess I’m not the only shocked one. I thought, turning to face her dumbfounded bodyguard, who seemed totally floored by her apology.
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