With hate twisting her face, she stayed hunched over me, wrapped her hand around my neck and squeezed as she said,
"I was tortured for two years because of you. In a cell the size of a grave… in the dark… in the cold…"
My chest tightened. My breath dried in my throat. I could only stare at her.
My hatred for the Rose Organization had grown so much inside me that it felt like it wasn't blood, but hate, running through my veins.
Nervous, she let go of my neck. I wheezed, fighting for air, when she kicked me in the stomach.
"You think I'm just going to choke you and kill you that easily?"
I threw a quick glance at the three armed men standing just a step behind her.
Still trying to breathe, I twisted in pain and grabbed my stomach.
She kept staring at me with those proud, hateful eyes as she said,
"Our gang boss made a deal with the Triangle Union. The enemy of our enemy is our friend. This way we can show your filthy, damned organization what happens when they mess with us."
As I pushed myself up from the floor and forced myself to stand straight, panting, I ignored the pain in my stomach and side. I fixed my gaze on her and said in a slow, tired voice,
"I don't work for that organization anymore… I left."
I smirked, leaned my back against the glass behind me, and kept my eyes on her narrowed gaze as I went on,
"You're right. My organization was really dirty… and I got stained with that filth. But now I don't want to be part of them anymore… They made me lose my soul.
And then I killed my closest friend with my own hands… because my mission was more important."
A tear slipped from the corner of my eye and ran down my cheek. With pain shaking in my voice, I whispered,
"I'm not one of them anymore. I'm against them."
The sound of her nervous laughter made me lift my head and look at her. She had a hand pressed to her chest and was laughing from deep in her chest.
I kept my cold, numb gaze on her until her laughter finally died. She turned toward me, locked her hate-filled eyes with my empty ones and said,
"I don't care at all… You're my problem."
I raised one eyebrow, took a deep breath, pushed myself away from the glass box behind me and took a step toward her, stopping right in front of her.
"Hmm… now I get why you're still working for your boss after two years of torture…" I said through gritted teeth.
She blinked, shocked. Her expression shifted, and I went on in a cold, harsh voice,
"Because you're their trained dog. They tortured you for two years, and you're still serving them."
I scoffed and, staring into her bright, furious eyes, continued,
"Your boss is just as filthy as my organization, because he's working with the Triangle Union…"
I lifted one eyebrow and bared my teeth in a crooked grin, my voice full of hate as I added,
"They're all filthy… and instead of taking revenge on the gang that destroyed that young boy's life, you're serving them. You even teamed up with the dirty Triangle Union too…"
I touched the bleeding corner of my lip with my index finger, then wet it with my tongue. Staring at her with mockery, I said,
"I was starting to feel sorry for you… but now I see you're just as much of a bitch as they are."
I tilted my head, let my gaze slide down and up her body, then looked straight into her eyes and said quietly,
"Just as much as me."
I could hear the grinding of her teeth. Her jaw was locked, eyes burning with rage as she stared at me. Then she suddenly lunged at her guard, snatched the gun from his hand and raised it at me.
I sprang toward her, grabbed the gun, and slammed my elbow into her face.
She clawed at my neck and dragged me down with her as she fell. We both hit the floor and the gun skidded away into a corner. Her fist crashed into my side and she threw me to one side.
She dove toward the gun, but I grabbed her leg and yanked it back with rage.
At the same time, I threw myself on top of her and punched her across the cheek. She grabbed my hair and yanked hard; my wig slipped off my head and fell aside.
Her hand went for my throat again, but I struck up under her throat at once. She doubled over in pain, her breath cut off for a few seconds before it turned into a harsh wheeze. Her pale face was turning completely purple, and her broken nose was filling with blood.
As I got to my feet, I ripped off the plastic cap on my head, ran a hand through my short blue hair and pushed it back. Panting, I clenched my fists and raised them in front of me.