6: Her fire

**Evelyn**

Apart from the few casualties, the wedding went relatively well. Who am I kidding? The wedding was a disaster. Out of everything that happened yesterday, Sasha's involvement in all this was what baffled me the most.

Was Killian blackmailing her? Or did she simply betray me? No, she can't switch sides that easily. What if she's been a spy all along?

I haven't seen her since we left the wedding venue. I was currently sitting across from Killian as his driver took us to God knows where. The partition was up and we were the only ones sitting at the backseat. Killian's eyes were closed and his head was thrown back on the seat.

Killian Bandini was a menace to the mafia society. His father might have been the head of the business but everybody knew that for the past 12 years, Killian has been soaking his hands in blood and dining with demons. Nobody exactly knew his story. Just that 16 years ago, he showed up at Russo Bandini's door and claimed he was his son. A paternity test quickly proved it and since then, all Killian Bandini did was take.

"Just like he took you," I thought quietly.

He looked like a devil even while resting. I always kept a knife in my shoes for circumstances like this. A knife to the jugular would end him swiftly. If I killed him, that would give me automatic access to the Bandini empire. Then I'd have conquered everything. Pulling out the knife, I held my breath as I inched closer to him. My face hovered above his and I held the knife between us. His hot breath fanned my face. Just as I was about to plunge the knife in his throat, a strong hand clasped around mine and his eyes snapped open. A storm whirled in his steel gray eyes as they connected with mine. If I was holding my breath before, now it felt like a hand was squeezing around my throat.

“You'd think the Evelyn Karamazov would be less sloppy," he mocked. Killian straightened while hid hand was still wrapped around mine. He glanced at the knife and shook his head.

“And you'd think the Killian Bandini knew better than to be vulnerable in front of his enemies," I retorted, trying desperately to take my hand away from his grip.

“Enemies? Is that a new endearment for wife? Don't tell me you consider yourself my enemy, Eve?" He tsked. All my struggle managed to do was wrap both our hands around the sharp edge of the knife. I felt it digging into my palm and at one glance, I saw the blood dripping from our entwined hands and onto the car seat.

“Make no mistake, Bandini, I am not your wife. I am your enemy and it would do you well to keep that in mind. Now let me go!" I barked, glaring at him.

“Such fire, Eve. Are you trying to seduce me? You must know I like the fiery ones. The only thing you're missing is the red hair though. But I guess purple would do," he said, stretching a hand to touch my hair. He grabbed a few strands and played with them. Slapping his hand away, I tug my other hand away from him, finally freeing it from his grasp.

“Stay away from me. I mean it." And then I turn to face the window. I'm not even with my phone. I left everything at the venue.

“No can do, Eve. You are my wife and like I said, I am particularly drawn to fiery girls. Like you," he murmured against my ear then withdrew. I looked back at him in shock only to see him grinning as he goes back to his resting position.

“Dickhead." I muttered under my breath. I glanced at my bloody hand wipe it on my dress.

I count to 10 minutes when the car finally comes to a stop. Killian steps out of the car while the driver comes round to open my door. We're in front of one of the most popular hotels in Russia. I frequented this hotel whenever I needed a getaway. Sasha was the one who recommended this hotel.

“How do you know this hotel?" I asked, furrowing my brows.

“I own it." He replied, barely sparing me a glance as he strode into the hotel. Sasha betrayed me. I clenched my fists as I followed him inside. Everyone stared at us. They looked at Killian with awe and respect while they regarded me with fear and skepticism. Good for them.

“Arrange a flight for tomorrow night and then a meeting with Karamazov tomorrow morning. Forward me the details when you're done," Killian spoke to one female in a suit. That was when I listened to him. Like really listened to him. He has a British accent. Although not very strong but it was there. As much as I wouldn't like to admit, I had a weak spot for British accents. And hearing him speak like that did things to me. A slow smile appeared on my face.

“Is something the matter?" Killian asked, turning to look at me. I froze for a second and dropped the smile. Killian and the lady had walked far ahead of me already. Looking behind me, I saw two bulky guards. I bit my lower lip as I weighed my options. I was fairly small so I could outrun them. There was a staircase I could follow. Before I could make do on my plan, I felt a strong grasp on my forearm and then I was being dragged behind him.

"I can read your expression and I assure you, you would have regretted it,” he said, pushing me into an open door. I pursed my lips and glared at him. Killian walked forward as he removed his jacket and pulled off his tie. One word came to mind at that motion. Booktok.

I averted my gaze and scanned the room. It looked fairly nice. I absolutely refused to be impressed.

“Are you going to stand there all day or will you come and fulfill your duties as my wife?" He asked, raising a perfectly arched brow at me.

“What duties?" I asked dumbfounded.

“The ones that involve us in my bed," he answered. Barking out a laugh, I shook my head and walked away.

"Keep telling yourself I'll ever touch you,” I yelled, heading to the bathroom.

“Don't tell me you thought I'd marry you and not unwrap my gift?”

"No actually, I didn't think you would marry me.” I pulled open the bathroom as I heard rapid footsteps behind me. I slammed the door shut and locked it tightly. Killian would probably not give up tonight so I had one option left. Stay in the bathroom all night. Shit.