Chapter 13 Rogues in the Rouge Woods
ADRIANA
I clasped my hand over my mouth and began to cry, letting the tears drop as much as they wanted on my shirt.
This was who they were all along. They had been my enemies all this time.
Now it made sense why I was kidnapped when I was in that VIP room that Miles was in. He had leaked my whereabouts, or worse, he had instructed to have me kidnapped and killed.
The horrifying scenes of the murders and blood in that building where we were held hostage haunted my mind and caused goosebumps to break out in my body.
After long, depressing minutes of crying out my pain and nursing the deep wounds of betrayal, I staggered up to my feet and held out my phone towards the board.
I clicked a picture of the plan board and grabbed the files and pictures. As I began to walk away, my eyes caught a large book peeking out of the drawer.
I paused and shuffled back, then pulled the drawer open.
The book fell out and I bent closer to take a closer look at the book. On the cover, it was written HISTORY AND ETHICS OF THE SCORPIO.
I gasped loudly and picked up the book, then tucked it into my shirt and walked towards the ladder.
I gripped the ladder and climbed my way out of the underground.
I picked up a worn-out backpack hanging on the wall and slid my treasures into it, then zipped it up and flung it over my shoulder.
I grabbed the floor door and pulled it shut, then rolled the Persian rug to its place and pushed the cupboard over it where it belonged.
My back was aching badly from the activities, but I cared less about it.
Now, I had more zeal and desire to destroy this Scorpio.
I turned around and began to limp away with a heart filled with pain and anger. Thankfully, sunlight had streamed into the dark wood, making it possible to find my way through the wood easily.
I increased my pace, panting and half running at some point.
Just when I neared the track that led out of the woods, a snap of twigs behind me caught my attention. My feet froze, and I kept still and silent, waiting for whatever it was, animal or human, to come out.
The snap slowly turned to the sound of steps against the dry grass. My heart beat increased and my fist clenched as I waited for the person to get nearer.
I felt something rise at me, and before it could land on my head, I swiftly slipped out of the way and smashed my clenched fist on a jaw.
Blood splashed on my shirt, and I cursed loudly before avoiding a blow that came my way.
My senses were sharper and my moves swifter. That was one of the advantages of being a vampire and werewolf.
A hand suddenly gripped the backpack slung over my shoulder, and my heart constricted.
I growled loudly, showing off my fangs in anger, and the men approaching me backed away in fear.
I grabbed the large hand, trying to pull the backpack away from me, and twisted the hand so roughly that he howled in agony.
I spun him around and sent my bent knee into his groin, earning another howl from him.
He dropped to the ground, whimpering as he clutched his groin.
“No one should dare come close, no one!" I warned, pointing my finger at them.
The biggest of the five men standing some distance away from me scoffed loudly with his large lips twitching up.
“What's so important in that bag, huh? Money?" The man nodded.
I clutched the bag tighter, glaring at them.
“I'm fucking warning you, don't you dare come close, bastard!" I spat in anger.
The man exchanged glances with the others and broke into mocking laughter.
I swung my head around, searching for routes to escape since they were blocking the track that led to the exit.
The laughter stopped, and the man began to trudge forward, swinging a blade in his hand.
“Give us the bag, and we'll let you go to mama," the man snickered.
The men looked dirty, rugged, and huge. They were just like the rogues we always had lurking around the woods in the Packs.
“Fuck you!" I spat, clutching the bag tighter.
The man paused on his walk, and disbelief quickly darted across his eyes.
“How old are you, girl? 20?" He asked.
"You mother's age, you motherfucker!” I spat again, and the man on the ground chuckled in between his whimpers.
“Motherfucker?" The man scoffed in anger, his eyes darkened, and his fist clenched.
“Don't worry, mother, we'll give you the best fuck of your life," the one on the ground blurted out, grinning widely.
Anger washed through me, and I turned around and slammed my feet on his dick.
His agonized scream pierced through the woods, and gasps from his companions followed.
“Bitch!" The man with the blade rushed towards me with the blade raised.
I dodged the slash and almost fell to the ground. My hand held tightly to the bag as I staggered back, keeping my glare on him.
Someone grabbed me from behind before I could notice, his large arm wrapped around my little neck.
My breath shut off, and my eyes rolled up as I struggled to breathe and pull his hand away from my neck.
“What's in here, huh?" Another one crept close, tugging on the bag.
My heart clenched in rage and fear when he began to unzip the bag.
It wasn't just about finding a mere book in the bag. If anyone else found out what was in that bag, they would know what I was up to. They had eyes watching me everywhere, and these people could be one of them.
I growled loudly and gathered every single strength in my body.
I jerked up, not minding that the flow of air in my body was cut short and I could collapse at any moment.
I slammed my feet on the face of the man, bent over to the backpack, and he flew to a tree and slammed his back on it.
Blood splashed out of his mouth as he dropped to the ground, losing consciousness.
The grip on my neck slackened upon the horrifying thing, and I took up the opportunity and flipped the man over.
He fell on the ground and groaned in pain.
“Shit!" The one with the blade cursed and began to move towards me again.
I tried to dodge the blade but didn't succeed this time.
The sharp edge of the blade sliced into my arm, and I groaned as pain shot through my arm.
He jumped up, raising the blade to stab me, but I was faster and swung out of the spot.
The blade sank into the ground, and I jumped on him, sinking my fangs into his back. He growled and arched his back as I tore out his shirt along with his flesh.
He dropped to the ground, twitching and groaning as blood began to seep over his shirt.
I snatched the blade from him and pointed it at the other two men, and they backed away, fear in their eyes. My shoulders were aching like crazy from flipping that man over, and the pain in my arm wasn't better.
“Don't you dare come close, bastards!" I growled and approached them cautiously, nudging my head for them to move out of the track.
They quickly obeyed and shifted away.
I clutched the bag, threw the bloodstained blade on the ground, and ran off.
“Catch her!" I heard one of the men growl, and their running feet behind me thundered in the woods.
I ran like lightning, and before the blink of an eye, I was standing in front of my bike, out of the woods.
My grin broke out on my face as I watched them run to catch me from a distance.
I mounted the bike, turned on the engine, and raised my hand.
“Bye, losers!" I screamed, and they stopped running, panting heavily while groaning at their loss.
As I drove off with a smirk on my face, I felt their glares on my back.