ABSOLUTE INSANITY: A forbidden bond
Chapter 76: ★Sniper★

Chapter 76: ★Sniper★

~Chapter 76~

ROMEO

James swung open the car door for me, and I carefully lifted the paralyzed princess out of my lap, her limp body sagging in my arms.

Stepping into the blazing morning sun, its warm rays dancing across my masked face.

The pitiful princess let out a pitiful sob, her constant crying a grating melody that wore on my nerves. I rolled my eyes, annoyed by her over dramatics.

Being immobile wasn’t the end of the world, but she’s determined to milk it for all it was worth, her tears flowing every damned second.

Her punishment was almost laughable, a mere slap on the wrist compared to the brutal treatment I usually reserved for people like her.

But there was something about Katya, a delicate, ethereal quality that seemed to insulate her from the full force of my wrath.

Whenever I tried to punish her, to break her spirit and crush her will, she would somehow, inexplicably, emerge unscathed.

It was as if she had a guardian angel watching over her, shielding her from the worst of my cruelty.

She hasn’t seen nothing.

I clicked my tongue in frustration, the sound echoing through the morning air as I walked towards the warehouse with Antonio beside me, while James stayed behind to keep watch.

Boris, that insufferable idiot, had somehow managed to cheat death, and instead of being grateful, he had the audacity to call me, demanding to know the whereabouts of his precious daughter.

The audacity of the man was staggering. Did he really think I would just hand her over to him, after all the trouble I had gone to in order to acquire her back after her escape? The very idea was almost...amusing.

But ofcourse I agreed to Boris’s demand, only because I had an ulterior motive, a hidden agenda that would ultimately prove to be his downfall.

I’d told him I’ll return his daughter, but only if he provides me with something in return: Ivan’s location.

It shocked me to the core, really did, that Boris, Boris the cunning demon would agree to anything to save his daughter but I’m not in the position to judge when I never knew their relationship.

He might be a good father but I also knew that he would try to double-cross me. That dog loyalty to Ivan was unsettling and I knew he wouldn’t heeled to my demands too.

But I didn’t care. In fact, I was counting on it. You see, I had a score to settle with Boris, and this was the perfect opportunity to do so.

I had promised him that he would be the one to take his daughter and bring me Ivan’s location himself.

It was a clever move, really. Not only would I get what I wanted- if he does the right thing-, but I would also get to watch Boris grovel and squirm.

I could have sent anyone to do the job but last time those bastards betrayed me and I would like to kill Boris myself knowing he died through me.

We stepped into the warehouse, the heavy metal door creaking shut behind us, enveloping us in silence.

The air was thick with the scent of dust and I swept my gaze across the vast, empty space, my eyes scanning the shadows for any sign of movement.

The warehouse was an abandoned one, left in the outskirts of the city one of my territory.

My eyes roamed over the place, observing for any signs of life but could see any yet I couldn’t shake the feeling that we were being watched.

My gaze landed on a small chair positioned in the center of the room. It looked out of place, a tiny island in a sea of nothingness.

I walked towards it and as I drew closer, I noticed a small, white envelope lying on the seat.

Antonio, sensing my interest, strode over to investigate. He picked up the envelope, his fingers deftly opening the flap.

He pulled out a small piece of paper, his eyes scanning the contents. His expression remained impassive, but I could sense a flicker of curiosity behind his eyes.

"Drop her on the chair and move ten feet back," the letter instructed and a cold smile spread across my face.

That bastard was clever, I’ll give him that. He thought he could outsmart me, but I was always one step ahead.

I bent down, Katya’s stiff body awkwardly sagging in my arms as I carefully sat her down on the chair, holding her upright to prevent her from toppling over.

Antonio handed me a small syringe, its contents a special concoction I had made to render Katya mobile, yet blind to her surroundings.

She would be able to move, to struggle, yet utterly unable to see the danger lurking around her.

I injected the serum into Katya’s vein, and she let out a tiny hiss as the liquid coursed through her bloodstream.

Watching with interest as her fingers twitched, and then, in a barely audible whisper, she spoke: "I can move." Her words were laced with a mix of wonder and fear.

She jerked herself upright and right there, I thought she might tumble off the chair. But she managed to steady herself, her hands flailing wildly as she tried to defend herself against an invisible threat.

It was cute, but stupid.

"I can’t see, I still can’t see," she whimpered, her hands flying to her face, her fingers probing the air around her wide, sightless eyes.

I grinned. "Yes, you can’t see," I paused, gauging her reaction "and I would advise you not to move too much off the chair...or you’ll meet your death." I lied, the words were for manipulation, a cruel trick designed to keep her paralyzed with fear.

Instantly, she froze, her body rigid with terror, her chest rising and falling with rapid, panicked breaths.

I almost laughed out loud at the sight. She was so easy to manipulate. It was almost...boring.

What a shame.

@#$$

Antonio let out a gruff, annoyed mutter, and I rolled my eyes in response. The stupid old man had been the one to suggest using Katya as bait in the first place.

Now, he was acting like he had nothing to do with it. Wasn’t he the one who said I was getting obsessed and I should handle her with hate.

"Are you comfortable?"My voice dripped with false concern to the scared princess.

Katya remained as stiff as a rock, her body rigid with fear, even now that she was no longer under the influence of my drug.

Her blind eyes stared blankly ahead, unblinking and unresponsive. A meek, barely audible breath escaped her lips as she whispered, "No." Her tiny voice trembled, and her body shook with a faint, uncontrollable tremor.

Seemingly getting impatient with the exchange, the old stupid man left my side and began walking backwards, carefully measuring out the ten feet specified in the envelope.

Antonio eyes flicked towards me, then back to Katya, before finally settling on some point behind me.

I could sense his unease, his growing impatience with the situation. He had always been the paranoid type and the old man should chill.

I just smiled to myself, knowing that everything was going exactly according to plan, turning my back on Katya and walked over to where Antonio stood.

We both watched in silence as Katya’s face contorted in both fear and desperation. Her eyes, though sightless, were wide and tears began to spill down her cheeks.

Her small hands were clenched into tight fists, the knuckles white with tension, as if she was trying to physically restrain herself from falling apart.

Soft, whispered words escaped her lips, the sound barely audible and I brushed off her whispers as a futile attempt to calm herself down.

But deep down, I knew that her words were more than just a simple attempt at self-soothing. They were a cry for help, a desperate plea to anyone who would listen. And I was the only one who could hear her.

A thin, crimson laser beam sliced through the air, the beam danced across Katya’s frozen form, before steadying on her temple.

My instincts screamed at me, recognizing the unmistakable signature of a sniper’s scope. Before my mind could even process the threat, my body had already reacted.

I sprinted towards Katya with a frantic bid to reach her before the inevitable shot rang out.

Time seemed to slow, the world around me dissolving into a surreal blur as I flung myself at Katya, shielding her fragile body with my own just as the sniper’s rifle cracked the air, hitting me squarely on my lower back.

A searing pain exploded in my lower back as the burning sensation that radiated outward with alarming speed.

My legs buckle and my knees crashed to the floor as I dragged Katya down with me. The agony was intense, a raging fire that threatened to consume me whole.

Fucking hell! I realized just how close the bullet had come to severing my spinal cord. Paralysis, a fate worse than death, had been mere millimeters away.

Antonio literally materialized beside us, his movements a blur as he shielded us from further harm.

James burst into the warehouse just as another bullet pierces through.

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