Cold emerald rival

She signaled everyone to remain in the living room, while she carried both me and her newborn child to a room.

The kicks that continuously struck the door to the living room made the house vibrate, and I'm sure the nurses and servants must be frightened to death. They should have peed in their panties by now.

She closed the door and locked it before pulling me toward a walk-in closet.

She pulled it open, then made me sit in it at the edge inside, and she placed the baby in my arms.

I expected her to stay with us, but instead, she turned to leave.

"Mum, are you leaving us?" My voice quivered as she was about to close the closet door.

"I have to, so please don't come out, don't shush your brother too, let him cry, but don't cry."

"Mum, please don't go, stay. They're dangerous people; they killed dad."

A tear rolled down my mum's eyes immediately when what I said sank in, but I refused to feel bad for telling it to her. If she goes out of this room, she wouldn't ever return, and she looked determined to leave, so she needed to know what happened to dad.

"I know, Charlotte, but don't say that. I need to leave because if I stay, it'll be obvious that I'm hiding here. Your safety is my priority as a mother. I didn't bring either you or your brother into this world to suffer. I'm so sorry it happened this way, but always tell your brother that I love him; his dad also loves him despite that we would be no more."

With that said, the door was closed, and she left me and my baby brother alone in the dark closet.

I heard her sniffle; she was in pain. Then it was followed by the sound of the door closing.

My breath quivered as a very powerful hit to the door sent the whole house vibrating, even the closet we were hidden in vibrated, and I yelped, almost losing my balance since I was squatting. How could I sit in such a situation?

That wasn't the worst part. The sounds of bullets flying all over and killing everyone in the living room, including my mum, were the worst things I've ever experienced.

My heart clenched in so much pain. I'm now an orphan, both me and my newborn baby brother.

Fear gripped me, knowing we were next to die. I clenched my jean pants; a river of tears flowed from my eyes.

So many thoughts rushed through my head. I was scared and confused. Why would they do such a thing to us? What wrong have we committed?

My baby brother still had blood all over his body, he hadn't been washed yet, and he continued crying.

Despite my struggles not to cry as my mum had said, his cries were making it difficult for me to hold back my tears.

The slow sounds of the door to the room I was in creaking open broke my resolve, and I broke into tears, my shoulders trembling vigorously.

My cries and that of the baby mixed together, making it unbelievably emotional.

I heard the approaching steps of someone, and it was coming to the closet where we were. Anyone in the room must be rest assured that we were there because of our cries.

The door was suddenly pulled open, and I cried out in fear, hiding my face in my little brother's body.

My cries intensified, and I began pleading, feeling the gaze of the rival boring into my head.

I was too scared to look up, but I pleaded, while my little brother's cry intensified as he stirred, obviously uncomfortable.

"Please have mercy on us; I don't want to die. I'm scared to die; my brother is just a minute old," I cried, not minding if I was blabbering nonsense, but dying right now would be like the greatest torture I've ever faced because I was scared to die.

"Have mercy, sir, please, I beg you, don't kill us. They killed my dad and mum, but please don't hurt us; we're innocent."

These rivals were so cruel, and I'm sure our lives wouldn't be spared. They killed others who pleaded for their lives more than me, so who was I?

I continued crying but decided to steal a glance at my killer. Even though the rivals were covered, and I couldn't make out their faces, I still wanted to have a glance at the body shape.

I slowly raised up my face, but my heart almost died when I saw those cold emerald eyes staring down at me.

So he didn't die? Why did we cross paths again? I had nowhere to run to; what should I do?

I screamed, as loud as I've never done, and my throat hurt really bad, but he suddenly shot two bullets up, and I immediately shut up, my eyes widening in fear.

His gun was held up, but his eyes were locked with mine, still staring through my soul.

His cold eyes then shifted to my little brother, and I feared that he would aim his gun at him, so I covered him protectively with myself, while he continued crying.

"Daddy," I whimpered, sniffing, tears involuntarily leaving my eyes.

"Mum, please don't let us die. Moon goddess, save us," I cried harder.

I remained like that, but the voice of someone from the other side startled me.

"No.7, have you completed your mission?" The voice came from a speaker I suspected he must have been carrying and using to communicate.

"Aye, boss," his voice startled me. It sounded very cold, and at the same time had a perfect accent.

That was all he said before the line dropped dead, and still, his eyes never wavered from me.

He then took some steps backward, and I watched him, wondering if he would disappear like he did the other time.

"Step out!" He commanded, and I yelped out of fear, shifting into the closet.

"For the last time, step out, if not, I'll kill the both of you," his cold voice said, again, and I wanted to shake my head, but his gaze became more intent, sending chills down my spine.

I slowly walked out of the closet, still holding my brother tight. Despite my fears, I couldn't let him fall, if not he might die, and I'd be all alone. He was the only companion I had right now, and his presence was the only hope I had from not fainting suddenly.

I was now standing in front of him, but some distance away, while his eyes scanned my whole body, checking if I had any weapon. How would I have any weapon when I was going for a celebration that turned into horror?

"Take off your jacket," he commanded again, and I immediately did as I was told. I was now left in my cropped white top, and as I looked up at him, he was staring at my jean pants.

"Take off your pants."

"But—"

"I will shoot if you say anything," he threatened, and I shook my head.

"I will do it," I told him before he would shoot me to death. Only his cold eyes could tell that he could hurt both me and my brother. I doubt he would help; he doesn't look like someone who has the word mercy in his dictionary, he looks like the son of the most cruel Alpha that existed in old times.

I now stood in only a black leather short which exposed my thigh, but he stretched his hand, demanding something I didn't know. I watched him cluelessly.

"Give me your pants."

I immediately threw them to him, and he caught them, bringing them up to his nose to smell, making me feel embarrassed. Why was he sniffing my pants?

"You can leave," he ordered, and I turned to head for the door.

"Stop," his voice sounded, and I froze, slowly turning to face him, my face very pale.

"Use the window," he pointed to the window which faced the ocean. That was my only way of escape, and I hadn't thought of it. I was foolish to be heading for the door.

I turned around and began heading for the window, contemplating how I would cope with my baby brother in the ocean with its strong waves. We might not survive, but it was better than dying in here.

"Wait!" His voice stopped me as I struggled to climb on the frame with the baby in my arms, and I almost fell.

I waited according to his command, and he approached.

"Give me the kid," he said, his voice as cold as ever. I wanted to protest, but he took my brother from me.

"Now, climb," he ordered, and I turned away from him and struggled to climb up.

Surprisingly, he held my waist and assisted me in sitting on the window frame.

When I was properly seated on the window frame, I extended my hand for my brother, but he stared at my outstretched hand intently, making me retract my hand and clench it beside me.

"I need my brother," I told him, still scared, but he looked into my eyes and said, "go without him."

My eyes widened, and I shook my head, refusing to go without my brother.

"You wouldn't survive with him, save yourself," he said and turned to leave.

"Don't take my brother away from me, he's the only family I have left," I cried, wiping away my tears. He turned to me.

"Save yourself," he said again, sounding like a warning, but I shook my head.

"I'm not leaving without him," I told him. He turned to me, his emerald eyes observing me from head to toe.

"If you love yourself, run, and don't let me catch you; otherwise, I won't let you go."

That was the last thing I heard him say before I was pushed off the window frame into the sea.