The Mafia's Possession: Every Breath She Takes

GREY LY

t as my hands twitched

coming to land on me, his mouth set in

a bad mood, and I was about to get beaten to an inch of my life. And now, I w

ed in my direction. I braced myself, my eyes clenching shut as I

his little body shielding me from the fu

g hand still clinging to the dagge

ew seconds, a cold sm

eyes almost popping out of their socket

w seconds as he struggled to catch his brea

me instead. It was a reflex reaction from being the subject of his abuse for so long. I knew exa

lvane had really been

link of an eye, I could be in Zevran's place,

word barely moving p

onse or even acknowle

own the side of his face as he stared

, you little piece of shit" h

elled, my v

that sent Zevran skidding across the floor, his limbs jerking as he crashed against th

le Zevran tried to lessen the impact and shield his internal organ

wasn't even in the room at all. The sounds of boots con

ass out. I didn't; instead, my eyes came back into focus, my gaze fixing on those of Ze

and bouncing off the four corners of the wall. "Stop hitting him!" I yelled, stepping forw

, his expression cynical. There was a dark glint in his eyes a

at any minute, and I'd be left defenseless, squeezing my lungs. "If you hit him one

plan to use those puny arms of yours and that rusted blade to send me

d I froze, my blood running cold at the pure evil

t a smile o

est constricting the longer I s

he to be smiling in

d down, his hands grabbing hold of Zevran'

suppressed rage. "And as if that wasn't enough, you let your guard down in front of someone

all, his head falling forwar

get air into his lungs, but I could tell from how much pain twisted hi

Ilvane dragged his hand through h

him? Or me?" He scoffed and, in a flash, caught hold of my arm and twisted it

tared at the dagger, flicking it from side to side, before meeting my gaze. "

most as if he wasn't human. "God damn it, look at all of that blood" he groaned, th

his chest, his

n't take the pain, huh?" Zevran uttered, blood spilling out of his

on his head slowly fading. "Zevroth?" He asked, his brows dipping, a ho

It's too bad, huh? You did a lot of damage this time," he mused, disappointed, then his eyes slo

her as a present, Ilvane, or is she a prisoner?" He asked, his grin stretching. "It doesn't really matter though. I'm going to cut you up eith

my chest built

on? Did Zevran have mult

really goin