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Warning!! Some violence for a part.

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“I don’t expect you to come here…” Luciano said.

“Sorry to disappoint you, then,” Oliver plainly said, but inside, he was also full of deathly intention. Oliver slowly stepped toward you, still holding his knife.

“A ah, stop right there, coward,” Luciano uttered and he suddenly pulled your hair to your back, exposing your neck and placed the blade of his knife on your throat. “Or this is what you’ll get,” he smirked. You gasped and your eyes widened as you felt the cold metal on your skin. One wrong move and you’d be a goner in no time.

Oliver stopped his movement. He knew Luciano wasn’t one to give a fake threat.

“Bene...” Luciano smirked and brought your face closer to his and said, “You know what, I just told her that she didn’t deserve you…” At those words, Oliver tightened his hold on the knife, but still didn’t move. “She deserves a lot, lots more than you…” Luciano faced you, “Right?”

Suddenly he captured your lips into a rough kiss. He deepened the kiss by pushing your back neck with his other hand. You were so surprised that your eyes were opened at first, but when he also deepened the kiss, you couldn’t help but slightly closing your eyes. His kiss was rough, and you didn’t like it. You really wanted to pull away from him, but of course, you couldn’t with hands and legs were tied. Knowing that you began to struggle, Luciano pressed his knife on your skin a little bit, making you surprised and getting an opening to your mouth.

As he continued to dominate the kiss, you felt tears starting to escape your eyes. When he finally freed your lips, he licked his own lips and said, “Aren’t you the sweetest thing, bella~” You panted for air and it felt like your power had been drained. You felt so weak.

When Luciano was about to say something again, a knife flew between you and him, stabbing the wall. Luciano turned his face slowly to where the knife came from. “You disturb me twice, coward…” he uttered. As Luciano released you from his grab, you slowly darted your eyes to see Oliver, whose eyes were now, really swirls of pink and blue and whose lips formed a frown. You could feel his death glare toward Luciano.

“Aren’t you an idiot? Throwing your knife like that?” Luciano said as he chuckled.

Oliver didn’t respond, just glaring. Luciano set you down in bed and got off the bed. He took some knives from out of nowhere and held them between his fingers. “If you want to throw a knife… it should be like this.”

Luciano threw his knives toward Oliver. Oliver dodged, but was still scratched a bit. He then took a steel rod from the room and started to charge at Luciano. Although you felt weak, you still had your consciousness. You slightly got up, supported by your elbow, to see what happen. You couldn’t believe your eyes. Oliver was fighting Luciano, something you would never thought of, or even imagine. Who would expect that Oliver was capable of doing such thing? What you knew about him was that he was good at cooking, friendly, childlike and caring.

It’s just like back then… when you finally let your hidden side emerged.

A loud groan snapped you out of your mind and you darted your eyes to see what happened. Your eyes widened. “Oliver!” you shouted as you saw Oliver was sitting on the floor, as his back leaned on the wall. His clothes were torn. You could see blood or red marks from them. Luciano was standing in front of him.

“Heh, you’re freaking weak, coward,” Luciano said, as he grabbed Oliver by his neck, choking him, and lifted him to the air. Oliver was struggling to breathe as he tried to release Luciano’s hand from his neck. Luciano grinned and threw Oliver to the other wall of the room. Oliver groaned as his back hit the wall hard and his body slowly fell to the floor.

It felt like your heart was stabbed hundred times. You couldn’t see him like this. But, Luciano… this Luciano was no human. He was strong, you thought, and Oliver was not that weak either. You still remembered clearly when he carried you bridal style several times. Luciano was beyond strong.

When Luciano walked to Oliver, you felt your tears fell down again. You really wanted to stop him, if you could. You wanted to tell him to stop, but your throat didn’t give you your voice.

Luciano approached Oliver and he suddenly stomped on Oliver’s right elbow, hard. So hard that you could hear something was broken by that act. Oliver screamed painfully as his elbow was broken. He couldn’t feel his right hand and his fingers anymore. Then, like Luciano hadn’t been satisfied, he kicked Oliver’s stomach as Oliver vomited blood from his mouth.

You, who couldn’t stand seeing the scene, finally dare yourself to shout, “STOP! STOP! Please stop!!” you shouted as tears still running down your cheeks. However, Luciano kept doing it and you also added, “STOP! Please stop it! You might kill him!”

Then Luciano did stop and you saw that Oliver lied on the floor, didn’t move, like a dead body. You felt your heart shattered seeing him like that. Luciano stood still for a while then he turned his head to you. Your eyes widened and you shivered as soon as you saw his face. He was grinning like a mad man even though he also had his injuries. His eyes were glowing purple and were that of a killer.

“Nee, bella~ It’s not ‘might’…” he said, tilting his head a bit.

You looked at him and he grinned wider.

“I’ve said it, right? I’ll make you mine, no matter what…” his words were full of venom and were dark, “I’ll absolutely kill him so you’ll be mine…”

Seeing your shocked face, he laughed evilly and did not await for your respond to explain further, “Actually I’ve let him go, but he came here on his own. So why not killing two birds with one stone? I’ll kill him so he won’t disturb me and you…” he pointed with his knife, “will be mine.”

Now you were too scared to respond. Though you always wondered about this man, now, right now, you were sure that there was something real wrong with this man, and it’s a crazy one. You lied on the bed, eyes still fixed on him. He just chuckled and turned around again, facing the unconscious Oliver.

“Though I still want to see you suffer,” he twirled the knife, “It’s already time…”

With the blade of the knife facing down, Luciano smiled and held it tighter. You struggled to be free from the rope; to at least prevent him did that, to prevent him killing Oliver. But even though you had tried, it was no use. You fell to the side of the bed and ignoring the pain, you lifted your head to see Luciano had brought his knife to stab Oliver. You screamed as loud as you could. Internally, you hoped the time would stop or at least go slower, so you could save him.

When the knife was so closed with Oliver’s body, the door suddenly broke opened and made Luciano distracted. As soon as he darted his eyes to the opened door, a sword flew to his chest, sending him to the nearest wall. You saw the whole scene and were too shocked to say something. That sword stabbed Luciano’s chest right on his heart and fresh blood flowed from his chest, tainting his clothes.

“Y… you bas…tard,” Luciano said. His eyes were locked on something… or someone by the door. He held his chest, but to no avail, it just made him vomit blood. “You’re so full of yourself, you forget about us,” a voice said.

You recognized that voice. You had heard it once or twice when you were with Oliver and his friends. It was Yang’s. Then you heard footsteps and someone stopped in front of you. It was Vladimir. He untied you and you thanked him, but he still had his frown. You heard other footsteps and saw Francois picked Oliver and brought him out without speaking anything but glanced at you. Vladimir helped you stood and brought you outside. Yang approached dying Luciano and bent. You heard them had a small chat before, finally, Yang pulled his sword from Luciano’s chest, resulting a pool of blood around him and then Yang walked away.

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It had been a month since that big event. You lived your life normally like nothing had happened. Luciano and his friends were never heard of again. Oliver was still recovering from his injuries and still yet to go to his college. You took care of him everyday. Even though Al and Matt told you to forget everything, you just couldn’t. It was too much for you to forget.

You were walking home now. You were occupied by your thoughts that you didn’t realize you had been standing in front of your house for some minutes. The thing that snapped you out was the sound of the door clicking. You focused your eyes and saw Oliver was the one who opened the door.

“Dear god! Poppet, what are you doing here?!”

You were surprised as well, “Ollie! That’s my line! You’re supposed to be in bed.”

Oliver’s head was bandaged, also did his hands. His right hand was slowly cured from being broken. He still had bruises though.

“Oh, I- I just wanted some fresh air. It’s boring in my room while you’re gone, doing nothing then watching, love.”

You sighed, “Now that I’m here, let’s go back to the couch.” You pushed him slightly and closed the door behind you. He sat on the couch and so did you beside him. You relaxed from being tired at the college for today. You slowly put your arm around his shoulder and rested your head on. There was silence before he started, “I’m sorry, (name)… for putting you in such problem…”

You looked at his eyes and said, “That’s… was because of my carelessness too. I’m too stupid to fight against him. It’s my fault too, so you don’t bother apologizing.”

He gave you a weak smile and you also smiled at him. You released his shoulder and got up then gave him a soft kiss on his cheek, “For now, just recover as soon as possible. Then we can bake cupcakes again.”

His face lightened and you saw his real smile again, a smile that was like that of a child. “Of course, poppet! I look forward to it!”

When you got up to go to the kitchen, he weakly grabbed your wrist and said, “Thank you, love. I’m glad I have you. I won’t let it happen again. I promise…”

“Sure. I’m also glad…” you said, with a smile plastered on your face.