Free Web NovelChapter 2: A Man Called A Snake
Adrien’S POV
"Do I need to dunk your head in a bowl of ice for you to come back to your senses? Or should I just shoot you too?"
I just killed a person. I murdered someone.
"No...no...it wasn’t me..."
It was him! It was Orion who did this to me. I would never have killed anyone otherwise, least of all someone whom I didn’t even have anything against.
I didn’t kill her. I didn’t. It wasn’t me.
Vaguely, from the corners of my eyes, I can see Orion talking to the men who swarmed the room after the shots went off.
The security who were placed there to protect the hostesses and the servers are now bowing to this madman and cleaning up the blood around the hostess— the dead body I mean.
"You there, shoot him in the leg so he snaps out of this shit." He waves dismissively to one of the security guards.
I rise to my feet so fast, I almost give myself whiplash. "Don’t shoot me! Put the gun down, please!"
"No, shoot him."
The guard raises his gun and points it at my left thigh. "Don’t shoot! I’m fine! I’m being serious!"
I can’t tell if this is some sort of joke, but I can’t underestimate Orion’s madness— he’s almost never joking.
"Really?" He still sounds unconvinced.
"Yes! Yes! I’m bloody fine!"
"Okay," he nods then turns to the guard, "shoot the table beside him."
The gun goes off in another flash of light and sound. The bullet goes through the leg of the table and lodges itself into the ground, mere millimeters from my leg.
I stumble back into my seat, breathless and afraid.
"Why..." I’m not breathing properly. "Why would you tell him to shoot the table?"
I just remembered how much I hated being in the presence of this man.
He tilts his head slightly. "Because if I were him, I would still want to shoot something," he smiles, "poor impulse control and all that, you know?"
"No...I don’t." I definitely don’t.
My ears are still ringing from the first shootout, but now I think I might be deaf. My left ear’s gone completely silent. freeweɓnøvel.com
I try and fail to not glance at the corpse still lying on the seat beside me— the dead body he said shouldn’t be cleared because he liked the aesthetic.
I’m so fucking screwed.
He steps closer, completely unbothered. "What a shame, I really thought you’d understand me."
That’s impossible, because no matter how hard I try, I just can’t understand this man.
Orion Vassilis.
A madman. A joyful murderer. A disturbed individual. An entity better left undisturbed.
The Basilisk of the underworld.
The one person I’d have given one of my kidneys and maybe a limb or two to never see again. I’d have stabbed myself in the gut earlier if I knew he’d be here today.
I’d have gutted myself and been done with it.
He watches me watch him and his smile morphs into something unsettling. "You really don’t like me, do you?"
"It’s definitely not you, it’s me."
I try not to keep the cutting sarcasm out of my tone, but it’s so hard to do when the man who forced you to pull the trigger on an innocent person is still asking you stupid questions.
And her body is still lying here like some bloody aesthetic decoration because he likes it that way.
"Well, of course it’s you. Everyone loves me but you."
Yeah, and the sky is green.
"What do you want from me, Orion?" It’s best to get straight to the point when talking with this man.
Beating around the bush will only give him crazy ideas that he won’t hesitate to act on.
"I want your tongue, lacquered and framed to be kept on my desk," —crazy ideas like this.
Jesus fucking Christ.
The corpse beside me is starting to look less like a gruesome scene and more like a terrible premonition.
"I haven’t seen you in seven years! Why would you want to kill me?" I can’t die. I don’t want to die.
The question lingers in the air like an old wound.
"You know why." He looks at me like the answer is obvious.
Orion walks up to me, kicks the corpse off the chair, and sits in its place. There’s something oddly poetic about it— a murderer sitting in the resting place of his victim.
"But I’ll hold off on that...for now."
A normal person with strong morals would be enraged seeing his careless behavior towards the victim’s corpse, but a person who’s familiar with Orion would be more afraid of his proximity.
And I am of the latter.
I pull myself away from him, as far as I can. He watches me with that slow, unsettling smile.
"Don’t you dare come close! Stay back!"
"I almost forgot you were the shy type," he chuckles lowly, "you’ve given me a good trip down memory lane today, duckling." freēwēbηovel.c૦m
"Do you also remember how much I fucking hate you?"
"Not exactly...But I do remember how much you loved lying to yourself," he leans closer, "believe me, it’s as annoying now as it was then."
I don’t want to do this. I don’t want to play his game...to indulge in this weird thing he does whenever he speaks to me.
Never again.
"Where is she?" By now she should have appeared, anything to make my life a living hell.
"Who?" He asks with the infuriating confidence of someone who knows exactly what I’m talking about.
It’s too bad I’m not going to play that game. "Your shadow, where’s Louise?"
"Oh, her?" He huffs. "She left me."
The world comes to a standstill.
"What? Louise? She left you?" I can say this with full confidence that my money-grubbing half-sister would rather cut off her clit than leave Orion Vassilis.
They’ve been dating for decades, and they were still together when I...left.
"I was surprised too. I mean, there’s no one wealthier than me, you know?" He shrugs. "For a moment, I even thought my stock prices had crashed."
So, he knew she was with him for the money.
It’s not like Orion isn’t objectively attractive, he is— extremely so— but one needs a certain incentive to stick with this level of insanity for any length of time.
And for Louise, it was his boundless wealth.
"I can’t believe she left you..." Maybe she lost her clit?
"Exactly! I can’t believe it either!" His expression borders on something murderously nasty. "That’s why I was so happy when I bumped into you here."
"Me?"
"Yes, you." The almost calm atmosphere vanishes, and suddenly, I’m reminded that I’m in the presence of the Basilisk of the underworld.
Shit.
I can’t believe I just fell into his rhythm and let him lead me around.
"You see, I was going to pick any expendable piece off the street but you...you’d be so much better." There’s a familiar goosebump-inducing glint in his eyes that terrifies me.
"I can’t be of use to you, Orion. I’m not what you’re looking for, I swear— "
"No, you are," he murmurs as he leans in closer, "if I use you, she’ll definitely be jealous...and I’ll be able to figure out what’s going on".
"You want to use me to make Louise jealous? Me?" Her half-brother who she hates more than dog shit?
"Why not? You’re perfect, duckling" His gaze trails down my face. "So, what do you think about matching purple suits for our engagement party...?"
