No One Has The Right To Kill You Until—

Lily's P.O.V.

“I could help you clear up all your debts and even cover up for the loss you cost me—” he paused for a while taking in my bewildered expression before continuing to speak, ” Just let me fuck you, Angel.”

At first, I knew it was fear. At first, I knew it was nervousness, awkwardness, and the waves of freight surging through me, but when his words had registered in my head, everything I felt back then was gradually turning into something else – annoyance, anger, and boiling rage at its peak, was an understatement.

The tension between us drifted to something else. The undeniable anger I felt for my frustrated life, the debts, and the mess I'd stupidly gotten myself into, all of this slowly forming a fit of anger in my chest, and yes, It didn’t take me a second to send a striking slap across his face as his head wiped to the side and I could almost see the imprint of my finger on his face.

I'd just slapped the dangerous man of the city.

The man who could put a bullet through my head for my actions right now. A man whose life dwelt on killing, torturing, and shooting was the first man I'd confidently slapped.

The rumors of people doing lesser things than I'd done – the rumors of how he had mercilessly killed them had rung back into my head, yet, even if I had lost everything in this world, I would never lose myself to a man like him! I will never lose my sanity to him!

He would be the death of me. I couldn't care less because my life has been frustrating enough to be scared of death at this point!

I saw his eyes widen as he bats his lashes in astonishment, completely and obviously stunned at how I suddenly had the courage to slap him.

I am guessing no one has ever done that to him. No, I knew no one had ever done that to him, considering the fact that the whole of New York feared the man I'd just slapped.

When he turned swiftly to look at me, I spoke with contempt.

“Your Mom could be a whore but I’m not.”

My words, my actions, and my courage, that I knew would be the death of me, but then, I become the worst whenever I get angry.

Whenever my anger gets to its peak, then I was already making some actions and decisions that I would definitely regret later—that had huge consequences.

Was this the reason he employed me? To have sex with me? Funny.

He employed me because he wanted to have sex with me. The almighty Vincenzo had employed me who already had a complicated life just so he could have sex with me.

Even as miserable as my life was, his only intention was to make it even more miserable. Even as I had just escaped a marriage to a man who had tried by all means possible to rape me, I'd just arrived in a different city only to meet a man who did nothing but remind me of where I had run away from.

“You know It won't cost me anything to pull this trigger right now.” Vincenzo half-yelled and the next thing I felt was a strong metal pressing against my temple.

Wait, was that a gun? Did he, did he, just point a gun at me? Where did that come from?

From the corner of my eyes, I could see the black gun pointed at my head with his finger already in the trigger hole. A slight mistake and a little pulling of that trigger could get my brain flying out of my head. The realization that this was death had my eyes rolling back into my head for a second.

And just this. Just a gun pointed at my head was enough to rekindle my thoughts – was enough to drag back the fear of death I thought had left me.

Once again, I was reminded that I was indeed now working for the Night Coven: the highest-committed crime club in New York. A club where the man who employed me was already pointing a gun to my head in just my first ten minutes of being here.

Indeed, I had gotten on his nerves. Even though he was as expressionless as I had met him, I could see something shift in his eyes. The maybe-soft gaze his eyes held when he looked at me had changed into fury—had changed into a dark gaze.

One word – any word from me at this moment could be the death of me. And so, I did the only sane thing anybody would do at this point.

Keep quiet.

“Luckily for you—” He continued speaking as I watched intently as he slid the gun back into the waistband of his trouser and immediately, I sucked in a long deep dry breath.

“No one has the right to kill you until I'd fuck you, Lily.”

His final slew of words, the confidence as he spoke, and the determination in his words had proven one thing to me: I was indeed the devil's next target and it was something I couldn't escape.

And to top it all, the slap I'd just given to him had done nothing but trigger him to prove to me that even though I'd just acted fierce in his first approach, he would, by all means, get what he wanted – and what he wanted was me.

He took a restricting step before sliding his hands into his pants pocket, “Leave now, Lily.” he said.

Once he had spoken, I was already jumping into action. As fast as I could, I hurriedly gathered everything I had come with on the tray as I took a glance at the wet files on his table. Gosh! Those files are still dripping tequila.

I didn't look at him, not even a glance as I stride towards the door, however, a word from him had put me on a halt just when I was about to open the door.

“We will meet again. You owe me, remember that. Do not think of running away from me 'cause I will find you.”

As he finished speaking, I was already jumping out of his office. Once the door closed behind me, it took me about a minute to get back all the breath I couldn't get in his office.

Even though I wished that the encounter I had with him today would never repeat itself, unfortunately, with everything that has happened, It was clear to me that—

Vincenzo was a man I couldn't avoid and he would be a nightmare that will never end.

All I wanted was to work peacefully as a waitress. What the hell is this twist?