Deceitful angels

“Usually… I take things…by force,” Pedro's voice was low and deep. His hands were warm and cold at the same time. Olivia didn't move, such men. Such power.

“Men are just the same…same tactics…same mission,” she muttered. There was a flicker of amusement in his eyes. Focussing on her ears, Pedro played with her earlobe. He knew she was getting affected. She was always influenced by his touch.

“Can you…kill him?” Pedro asked unexpectedly, his fingers clasping the loc of her hair. Olivia stared at him without blinking.

“Revenge…what's revenge?” Pedro asked and moved away from her. Standing there all frozen and cold. Olivia followed his movements. A little graceful and aggressive. He sat down and crossed his legs.

“He killed you, in the most…cruel way possible …burned your family alive,” Pedro started, picking up a random object he swung it between his fingers. Every word pierced through her heart like a hot blade, “he killed your child…his child for that matter,” Pedro added with a s