Chapter 6: A Welcome Party.
"Amazing...?" She chuckled as she looked at him, at the face that she wanted to tear down. "Huh, then let me touch you more..." She said, and with it, she started hitting him like Joseph was just a punch bag... at least just his face.
Yeah, because Jelana wanted to erase that smirk from his face, the face she saw every fucking night after the massacre happened, after she stood by the grave of her family, after their heads needed to be reattached to their bodies and now her time came to finally take revenge on the man she thought did it all.
For a decade, she was preparing for this moment, so every single punch came with those ten years of pain... but the last punch was the one that almost knocked him the fuck out and almost made him fall off the chair, blood splattering everywhere.
Joseph’s head was down, but he was still up somehow, trying to get himself together while the whole world spun around him.
Fuck... this is bad... he thought as he fought to stay up, as his vision blurred with the blood. Don’t let them come here... just let me die...
Then suddenly, the door opened in the back, and as Olivia thought, they were really fucked, because it was not just Salvatore who was here, but the whole fucking alliance of them.
At the door, a man came in with a perfect black suit, his hand decorated with a gold signet ring, his hair perfectly cut. He looked smooth and radiated an aura... and of course he did, because it was Gabbana Siccorio, the fucking heir of the Siccorio family.
Yeah, in front of her, Olivia had the exact same people who were at the top of the fucking wanted list... he heirs of the empires, the heirs who took the legacy of their families and rebuilt it from the ruins and made an alliance.
"Jelena darling, please don’t kill him." His deep voice came. "I need to talk with our lovely Joseph. Fresh him up." He said as he looked at one of their men, and he did exactly that, pouring water onto Joseph’s head.