11: Secrets

**Killian**

“Your wife really messed her up," Caleb said as he tied the maid who attacked Evelyn to the chair. She was bloodied and I'd asked the guards to stitch her wound up as painfully as they could. I was sure she had an infection already.

“What else would you expect from the Evelyn Karamazov?" I replied feeling a tiny twinge of pride. Most men in the mafia wanted trophy wives. I did too. But it was always nice to have the assurance that your wife could take care of herself without depending on you everytime.

“She's beginning to wake up," Caleb informed, stepping back. I nodded as I picked up a bucket of ice cold water and poured it all over her. Immediately, she screamed and shivered awake.

“Where am I?" She asked, trying to open her eyes. They were a bit swollen and looked very painful. Good.

“At the border. We're angels and we'll be asking a few questions then finally torture you to where you really belong," I said, giving her a wide smile. I turned around and picked up a screwdriver and then faced her, my face devoid of emotions. “Hell."

“Baby, please no! You know that bitch came between us please, don't do this. See how she hurt me," the maid began screaming as I dragged the screwdriver over her thigh.

“She did come between us," I mocked. “Don't you want us to come back together? Now start talking. You couldn't have planned this all on your own so tell me, who sent you?" Immediately I said that, the maids screams ceased and a nasty smile took over her lips.

“You're not as stupid as she said you were. Good for you," she spat, the nasty fluid landing on my shoes.

“Those cost me a lot," I said, pointedly as I shoved the screwdriver into her newly stitched wound. A pained howl left her lips and she started whimpering again. “Who's she?"

“Torture me to death for all I care I won't tell you anything. You deserve whatever is coming to you, Killian Bandini," she cursed as tears rolled down her face. I tsked.

“Your wish is my command, bitch," I answered, picking up my famed knife. “Things are about to get a little dirty."

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**Evelyn**

" Mmh,” I moaned as I felt something rub against my naked pussy. I spread my legs wider to give more access but I didn't feel anything again. I groaned and opened my eyes lazily. The room was still dark and the curtains were drawn meaning no one had come in yet. I lifted myself into my elbows and looked down to see what had been against my clit and blushed in embarassment when I realized it was my pillow.

“Something is wrong with me," I muttered, closing my eyes and laying down back as my mind flashed through what happened yesterday night. Killian's fingers were something else. I shook my head as I snapped my eyes open. I wasn't supposed to think of him that way. No. Not even if the imprint of his hand was still on my ass and I could still feel the fullness of his fingers in me.

“Breakfast is set, Mrs—"

“Sure, I'll be down soon," I said, cutting the maid off. I stood up from the bed slowly and made my way to the bathroom. I sat in the tub of water and let my body absorb it's warmth for a while before heading out and dressing up. I wore a peach crop top and a denim jeans then I put my hair up in a low bun before leaving the room.

As I stepped out, I realized the guards had stayed all night and had probably heard everything that happened between Killian and I and maybe even a few of my moans when I was still asleep. I bit the inside of my cheek and kept my head down as I practically ran to the dining room.

“Finally," I muttered, immediately I entered. I was not prepared to see Killian this morning so I squealed a bit when I saw him sitting at the head of the table.

“Mrs Bandini, shall I bring your coffee to you now?" A maid asked and I shook my head.

“I'll go get it. Don't worry. You know what, I might as well just eat there. Why do all that trouble?" I said as I picked up my plate and began leaving.

“Sit down," Killian's voice ordered just as I was about to leave."I won't repeat myself.”

"But my coffee—”

"The maid will bring it. Now do as you've been told,” Killian said, finally raising his head up to look at him. I glared at him and opened my mouth to argue when I noticed something. Killian's eyes were bloodshot and he had this maniac look on his face. There was something suspiciously red by the side of his face. It wasn't too noticeable but it was still there. Looking at him, I weighed my options and remembered something I had once heard back home.

“The Bandini's have once again gotten away with killing one of our best suppliers,” Father sighed. I pursed my lips and shook my head.

"But how do they do it? And so mercilessly,” I asked, looking at the footage of the brutally tortured body.

"It's their killing machine—Killian. The irony. He's more devil than human.” Father replied.

"I heard when he's in bloodlust it's detrimental to cross him,” someone beside us said.

"But the same way he's the Bandini's killing machine, you're my secret weapon too. I'll train you to be worse than him. You will end Killian Bandini, Zhizn moya,” Father had said looking me deep in the eye.

"Will you stand there all day or do you need me to drag you here? I'll count to 5,” Killian said, snapping me out of my reverie. I bit my lower lip, still standing still. What's the worse that could happen?

"He'll drag you without mercy. Don't test him right now, sister in law. For your own sake,” a man said, passing my side.

“3, 2—"

“Wait, fine, I'm coming" I said as I hurried to the table and sat down. The unknown man sat opposite me and began to eat. Killian eyed him for a minute before looking back down at his food and eating. Minutes later, the maid came with my coffee and I took it.

“Here," Killian said pushing something out to me. I looked up at him and what he held out to me and gasped.

“My phone. My love," I yelled, grabbing it and pulling it close. Killian had confiscated my phone the day we came here hence another reason for my apparent boredom.

“I've saved my contact on it and Caleb's too. If you need anything you can let us know. I'll be in my office," Killian said, standing up abruptly. I didn't pay him any mind as I continued admiring my phone AKA my best friend ever.

“So you're the infamous Evelyn Karamazov? The female version of Killian," the man—Caleb— said

“I am. And you are someone I've never heard of," I replied. Caleb laughed as he finished eating and stood up.

"I like you, Evelyn. We will be seeing more.” Then he walked out. I paid it no mind as I scrolled through my phone. About five minutes after, I got a notification from an encrypted email. I opened it quickly and attached was a video. The message description read ‘I hope you like to serve revenge.’

Opening the video, my mouth fell open. In it was a video of the car crash the killed my mother before a man dragged her out and brutally shot her. Next was my father interrogating the man. It looked like it was a long time ago. Father never told me about this. My grip on the phone tightened as I listened.

“And who sent you to attack my wife?" Father asked the man, whipping him across the back. The man screamed as tears fell down his eyes.

“The Bandini family. The son was the mastermind." The man cried out as father whipped him.

“Which son?" Father growled.

“Killian."