Broken Bond - Pt. 1 May 27, 2021 2:20:24 GMT
Post by Adrianna Salvatore on May 27, 2021 2:20:24 GMT
Chicago, Illinois- “I blame Anton for being the fuckass too cowardly to fight his own battles. But goddamnit, Adrianna. Goddamnit. You better be out of this building before I catch sight of you or I'm gonna make what you just went through look like a walk in the fucking park.” - @amazonatheart via Twitter
- “Well... There are psychopaths among us.” - @cutegamingblond via Twitter
- “Well well...
Where has this fire been?” - @realkatesbass via Twitter
- “.... @official_NFW, I... might need to request a match.” - @trixie_Rabbit via Twitter
- “I gotta tag you on here to reach you A? Answer your damn phone! @reignofanarchy” - @urban_GIadiator via Twitter
- “Even against a person you really don't like, why go to such lengths? Why would you intentionally try to end their life...?
Hate is an awful, awful thing. I'd never even think or wish to do such a to my worst enemies.
You really... really need a reevaluation, Adrianna.” - @sempernephilim via Twitter
Oh, the different comments went on and on, concerning what was evidently a hot topic - the aftermath of her match against Risa Saito-Jackson at New Frontier’s “Manifest Destiny II” event. As much as they were all over the place, Adrianna Salvatore expected such reactions from people. She expected these emotions. Shock. Horror. Sadness. Anger. Hate. Ironically, the only thing she felt was...cold. Bordering on the line of emptiness behind the sense of satisfaction that she had more or less removed one powerful element from the equation in her vendetta against House Crowley. There was something else stewing about from inside of her, though. Something that, surprisingly even to her, was filling that empty void in her. She knew it all too well. It was an emotion that she found herself sharing with the ones who supported Risa Saito-Jackson in her time of need. Anger. However, it was in a different direction. Hers was driven by the voice within, screaming “hypocrisy” at the growing mob. Where was this anger from the masses over a year ago? Where was this rage and outcry from people when Anton Crowley harmed one of her loved ones? Her brother, Nico, whose career was cut short after the severe crippling of his arm. The same brother that was leaving text message after text message, missed call after missed call on her phone. Texts and calls that she was ignoring, for the time being, because she wasn’t quite sure what to say to him. She didn’t know how to answer his questions of “why?” “What were you thinking?” “What are you doing?” Wasn’t it obvious?
She was doing what she should have done a long time ago. Why she didn’t...hell...she didn’t know. All that mattered to her was that she was doing something now. She was acting on a promise she made to her brother, to herself...to Anton Crowley. If it took every ounce of her energy, if it took every breath in her lungs, if it wound up ending her career in the process...she was going to make him pay for hurting her family. He hurt hers...so she was going to hurt his. Every one of them. One by one. Risa Saito-Jackson was only the first. If she were to answer anyone’s question of “why”, it would be along the lines of Risa having brought it on herself when she aligned herself with Anton Crowley and Cali-Kate. She knew she wasn’t going to get to the self proclaimed “King” without tearing down those that would stand in her way. So...that was her goal. That was what she had set out to do. It seemed now, though, that in taking down one, a dozen other obstacles were sprouting up in the forms of people who wanted her head. Well, if that’s what they wanted?
“Come and get it, you motherfuckers.” Adrianna scoffed, closing the Twitter app and set her phone down on the nightstand on her side of the bed. She snuffed out the nearly burned out cigarette in her hand and took a sip from her bottle of water she always kept there. It was right about then she heard the distant sound of the front door opening. Adrianna frowned and picked up her phone again to check the time.
Was Sophia back already? Her girlfriend, she knew, had another meeting downtown today about a modeling position but by all intents and purposes, Adrianna was sure she should have still been there. She’d only left about twenty five minutes ago. Then there was the fact that the meeting wasn’t even scheduled to start until 4:00 PM. Adrianna got up out of the bed, walking across the bedroom floor, barefoot, in her black tanktop and bicycle shorts. She heard Sophie moving around out in the living room. Quick footsteps, shuffling about. She was in some kind of hurry. Had she forgotten something?
“Babe?” Adrianna called out as she crossed the bedroom. The footsteps started heading towards the bedroom now as she reached for the doorknob. “What’s up? You forget someth--” SMASH!!! Adrianna pulled the bedroom door open just in time for a fist to come flying in and hitting her square in the face. It wasn’t a soft hit. No. The punch came full-on, landed right on the money and sent her staggering backwards. The attacker kicked the bedroom door open and stepped in. Adrianna barely had time to register what the hell happened before the assailant was coming at her again with another fist flying her way. It wasn’t a stranger, the one that had evidently come into her home to do her harm. It wasn’t a burglar. This person, this woman, had not come for any quick gain or materialistic value and while Adrianna recognized her as someone she had trained with -- studied with, grown up with even -- she knew exactly why the one she usually called a sister, Morgan Payne, was coming at her with a look of murder in her eyes.
To Be Continued….