Fallen for Revenge

as everyone inside t

ccent cutting through the panic. He fired wildly, bullets ricocheting off th

and bullets. His men stormed down the aisle, rifles spitting f

, grabbing a woman by her arm. "You tryin'

wd. He spotted his target, a man shaking with fear at the back of

e cold. "That's the puppy, right th

seat, dragging him through the train as other p

s of his boots echoing in the sudden quiet. He crouched in f

nd dangerous. "Bad move, compa. Real bad move. You got our boss really mad. Now

efend the man. She jumped on the Mafia Leader,

off me!", the leader groaned as he

stance and recoil back at hi

as tears broke out of his eyes, tri

didn't wanna stay down papa. Not to worry compa, you're gon

e of the henchmen said to the

et as he attempted to reach out to his bleeding wife, bu

way. Six men in black suits all holding guns surrounded

d one of them slapped the back of his head , "G

he fell to his knees in f

g a six feet tall white-looking man with a well ar

ccentuating his chiselled jawline. His high quality tailored bl

mbling man on his knees sa

lare which could melt even the bravest of men. His eyes

voice came out cold and domineering,

can take it. Just let me go, I beg you

hey stormed to the man and violently stripped his bag off

e file to Vincent who collected it barely glancing at

ignty, and even attempted to expose our dealings to the authorities. But you forgo

ainst the man's forehead, "The Esc

traight into the man's head as the sound of the sh

ud, blood oozing out of the crater

or from inside the lifeless train which sto

the broken glasses of the train till he spotted a lady. She had her han

t commanded, poin

afias wasted no time as they

ter her, but even if she could, there was no way she

best to stay out of the way as the Mafia

and locked herself insid

r I'll shoot you. ¿En

!" She screamed fr

Get her out

door with his boots. The wooden door splintered open with gr

them picked her up on his shoulders, ignoring her frantic struggl

ang leader shoot the dead man's wife without compassion

ut they were too strong for her. She was taken straight to Vincent

id. His voice was cold and deadly, ye

e too knelt in front of the man who killed her father. Sh

ulative eyes which showed years of sheer det

voice trailing off dominance and com

h. It was barely an hour ago when he told her he loved her with everything. It was b

of their own blood, all for a

ath slowly turned into hatred-immense hatred for the men who kille

hrough the air, jerking her out of her thou

aid with no trace of fear in her. At this moment she cared less of

so that his face was directly opposite A

th her eyes blazing hatred. Witho

hmen attempted to hit her with the back of

face with a handkerchief,

up, "She's mine now." Vincent said with h

vehicle, Vincent gaze remained fixed o