Amelie’s POVI froze.Not from fear.But from memory.For some reason, I had remembered the time I had burnt them.The match had been so small. The ash, weightless. I’d watched it catch with a whisper, a flicker—and then everything went red. My hands had trembled. My lungs had filled with smoke before I even realized I’d done it.I didn’t speak. Couldn’t.I walked forward instead, each step heavy like I was dragging something behind me. Like part of me had been left back in the fire all those years ago and was still burning.None of them said anything as they followed. Not Nico, not Luca, not Matteo.For once, the monsters stayed quiet.There was a car waiting for us at a point.We drove through the tarmac, past the silent guards, and toward the estate that now rose in the distance like some kind of stone tomb.It was massive. Cold. Modern European, the kind that screamed wealth and menace in equal measure. I didn’t need to be told this place had cameras on every wall and blood in its
_Amelie’s POV_I sat still on my seat, glaring hard at the space in front of me. Neither of the triplets said a word to me, but I could feel their eyes on me from time to time. I was annoyed. Angry. Pissed. Boiling.Words couldn’t describe my emotions well enough. They could have just left me with Ferdinand instead of kidnapping me.For days, they had left me there. They didn’t come for me, and I felt helpless. So what was the point now?From the corner of my eye, I see Matteo push up from where he was sitting, going out of sight. He returned a few minutes later with a tray filled with food. Matteo slowly makes his way towards me and I turn to glare at him. “I don’t want it..” I said before he could even say anything to me. I don’t want to speak to them, I don’t want to look at them. Why was it so hard for them to understand?“Amelie…” Matteo started. “What?” I practically growled. “You haven’t eaten anything since you woke up.” He said in a matter of fact voice, pushing th
_Amelie’s POV_I woke up in motion.Not metaphorical, not poetic.I mean literally airborne.My skull throbbed as gravity dipped and swayed beneath me, a sickening lurch in my stomach that could only mean one thing: I was on a plane.How the fuck was I on a plane?The last I remembered, I had passed out after Nico had shot Ferdinand. What happened after that? But I didn’t have an answer to that question, and I know three people who did. My tongue felt like sandpaper. My wrists ached. Everything felt foggy and the reason hit me like a brick. They had drugged me.I blinked slowly, trying to steady my breathing. My vision cleared just enough to register the worst sight imaginable.Them.Luca stood near the minibar, arms crossed, covered in bloodstains that looked too fresh for my liking. Matteo was pacing, chewing on a toothpick like he was preparing for a street fight. Nico sat across from me, elbows on his knees, watching me like he expected me to explode.Smart man.Because I did
Author’s POVAmelie hid under the table, knees folded, pressed to her chest as she tried to make herself as invincible as possible.She had been running, and each time she tried to reach the exit, Ferdinand was there.Waiting.Like he could smell her desperation before she even took a step, and he had known just where she would be running to.Her breath hitched. Her arms trembled from exhaustion.She wasn’t sure if she was crying from fear or frustration anymore. Maybe both.She had dropped the knife somewhere in the last hallway—her hand had simply given up holding it. And even if she’d found it again, her body didn’t have the strength to lift it. Not anymore.She had done all she could do, but it almost seemed like it was for nothing The walls of the room felt like they were breathing, squeezing her, closing in.“I’m tired,” she whispered to herself. “I’m so tired.”But giving up wasn’t an option.Not after everything. Not after the blood she spilled. Not after the things she had s
_Amelie’s POV_My chest heaved as I took in greedy breaths.My head was aching, my limbs hurting. I was tired. So fucking tired. But I couldn’t stop. Looking at the piled up bodies all around me, I let out one last breath. I didn’t know how long I had fought for. I couldn’t tell how many hours it had been since this fight started. I lost count of time.Has it been minutes? Or even an hour? Or two? I couldn’t tell. But what I did know was that if I stayed here for even a second longer, I might lose my chance to escape and all these would be in vain. So I ran. I ran like my life depended on it, because actually it did. I ran down the hallway, past the rooms. I turned a corner as I ran down the staircase. The thought that I actually had no idea where the fuck I was on a fucking map was frustrating. Was I even still in the same state? I couldn’t tell, but I would deal with all that when I left this shithole. I ran until I could barely feel my legs. The blood left a clear tra
_Amelie’s POV_I watched as the bullet flew towards him, then I fired another. This time aimed at his head. The first bullet grazed his arm, bouncing off the wall and hitting another in his head. The second one went right into his head and I watched as he choked.Two down, three more to go. The other three men had their eyes wide, unable to believe that I had killed him.I didn't come out of it unscathed tho.My ribs hurt like mad, but I would survive this. “Come at me, mother fuckers.” I spat at them, clutching my knife and gun tightly. A siren went off and my heart dropped. I heard the voices of a lot of men, their footsteps thundering down the hallway. They were coming here. I immediately turned my head towards it, I had just a few minutes left before they got to me.Someone set off the alarms. I was barely managing when they were coming at me little by little.Would I survive a lot of them?I was just about to turn around when someone’s feet made contact with my back. The