Chapter 119: Can’t Die
"You’re right," agreed Luca, tearing his eyes away from the younger woman. "Everyone is just trying to survive. But then I learned something very important. What to hear it?"
The woman’s eyes narrowed as if she was trying to see through him to figure out what he was going to say next. The younger woman simply continued to stare at him as if watching a show.
"I learned that only the strong survive; the weak are nothing more than fuel for the fire. So please, don’t cry or scream or pout because what we did is not fair to you. Life isn’t fair. Get over it and move on."
Picking the woman by her arm, he lifted her up so that they were at eye level. Taking a deep breath in, Luca literally sucked the air out of her lungs as she fought to take her next breath. Slowly, ever so slowly, her face started to change color as the lack of oxygen caused her lungs to burn.
And yet, the entire time that Luca was slowly suffocating the woman in his hand, the younger woman simply watched him, her face still impassive.
The moment the woman died, Luca threw her behind him, her body bouncing a few feet with the force of his throw. "You don’t look scared," murmured Luca, looking down as the last remaining survivor came to her feet, slowly patting her light purple dress free of dirt.
"There is no point in being scared," she shrugged. Pulling her black hair back, she quickly did it up in a ponytail before turning her attention to Luca. "Now, if you will be so kind, I’ll take a sleeping bag and some food and be out of your hair."
"Now sees," grunted Ronan, resting his elbow on Luca’s shoulder. "It donna be workin’ dat way. Yous gonna die, yous no be needin our food."
The woman rolled her eyes and snorted at him as the rest of the men formed a semicircle in front of her. "I cannot die," she announced, giving them a smirk of their own. "Not for another three years. So, let’s make this easy on all of us."