Lyssandra's pov
Mine? The word replayed in my head numerous times, like a broken record playing.
For a second, I couldn't help but wonder how he had escaped from a psychiatric hospital.
Because there was no way a man in his right senses would behave like this.
We crossed paths earlier at the club. When I bumped into him, I expected him to do something or at least tell those guards to quit manhandling a woman.
But this mad man literally asked them to carry on. He didn't interfere. He didn't even spare me another glance.
And now? He was standing in my apartment, drenched in blood. My parents are hanging on either side of the door hanging like slaughtered animals.
It was his audacity for me, calling me his after doing all these horrendous things.
I turned my head around slightly, ignoring the fact that my entire body was trembling.
"I don't belong to you, Mr. Raven mask," I said, my voice hoarse from crying but still firm. "I am my own person."
His masked face tilted slightly, like I had just said something amusing.
"Can you let me go?" I continued, trying my best to remain polite as I swallowed the lump in my throat. "Because I'm not letting what you just did slide. I will report this. Whether or not it costs me my life, I'm leaving this house and going to the police station."
The metallic scent of blood in the house only made my chest puff out even more, if I wanted justice. I had to be brave.
But even after speaking, he just chuckled.
Not in a loud or crazy way, but a way that made it seem as though he was mocking me.
"What police?" He asked, taking a strand of my hair between his fingers as he casually twirled it around. "Which officer would listen to you, Lyssandra Silver?"
My name rolled off his tongue in a way that made it seem like he had given me that name.
"Did you by any chance forget that you are Dante Silver's daughter?" He asked once more. "Do you really think they would give you the justice you seek for? Darling, they would probably celebrate his death."
My hands on the side of my body curled into loose fists at his words. Deep down, I knew he wasn't wrong.
"But I didn't do anything," I snapped. "I'm not him."
"Who cares about that? You carry his blood and that is enough." He replied, shrugging slightly.
I hated that. That little thing people did when they found out about my family, judging me because I was his daughter.
I hated the fact that my entire existence was always reduced to my father's crimes. I mean, I never asked to be born in this sort of family.
This time, I didn't hesitate. I elbowed him hard in the stomach, using every ounce of strength I had in me.
His arm wrapped around my waist loosened slightly as he stumbled a step back. It wasn't much, but that was enough for me.
I turned immediately and shoved his hard in the chest.
"The next time you touch me, I'll rip your arms off your body." I threatened, staring into his deep black eyes.
After I finished speaking, the room went completely silent. Then, he laughed.
A low, cold sound filled the room and it only made goosebumps form on my skin.
"I'm surprised you're still this feisty. The plan was for you to crumble into pieces the moment you saw your parents' corpse." The raven masked man said, gently rubbing his stomach.
His words made my heart clench painfully. If I was given the chance to do one thing right now, I would literally burst into tears.
But that was what he wanted. I couldn't crumble in front of him. Not now. Not ever.
I took one step away from him and before he could grab me again, I ran.
I didn't look back. If I could, I would literally run out of the house without looking back... But that mad man was standing in front of the door, so I ran towards the direction of my room.
"Bring her back here," he said calmly behind me.
What followed right after his words was the sound of heavy measured footsteps belonging to the two men who approached me.
My heart pounded so hard against my ribcage, it felt like it would rip out of my chest... but I just forced my legs to keep moving.
I wasn't going to be dragged around like some toy again. Hell, I wasn't born to be a damsel in distress.
I burst into my room and slammed the door shut behind me, immediately turning the lock.
I knew that wasn't enough to keep them out fully, but it would buy me some time. My hands trembled violently as I looked around the room.
Think. Think. Think Sandra!
I walked towards my dresser, grabbing the large wooden furniture by the wall... and pushed.
Guess what? It didn't even move an inch.
"Come on..." I hissed through my clenched teeth.
I pushed again, this time using my shoulder. The wood scraped loudly against the tiled floor.
It moved but just an inch away from the original position. My arms felt like they were on fire and my body was already sore from all the running I had done today.
After a few more tries, I finally pushed the large dresser to the front of my door. It wasn't that heavy (For those buffed men) but it would have to do.
A loud bang hit the door from the outside, the door knob shaking violently.
"Open the god-damned door, you bitch!" One of the men barked from outside, another bang hitting the poor door.
I backed away from the door, slowly taking deep breaths to calm my racing heart.
My room looked like a raging bull had stormed into it. The drawers were pulled out of their shelves, my worn out or newly bought clothes thrown everywhere.
The mattress half hanging off the bed frame. They searched my room, why?
Not that I wasn't expecting them to. If they had killed my father and ransacked the house... they were most likely looking for something.
I swallowed hard, dropping to my knees just beside my bed.
I shifted the bedframe away from the wall, then moved my fingers around it before pulling out a loose brick. I had hidden something within the walls months ago— just in case.
Dad never knew about it. And I had made sure it stayed like that.
Moving the brick with trembling hands, I reached into the hole in the wall and when my hand touched cold metal.
I left out a small sigh then pulled out the sleek black revolver. I stood up quickly, shoving it into the waistband of my pants and covering it with my shirt.
After placing everything back into place, my lips curled into a small smile.
Raven masked man, game on!