SARA—There were rules, Rules that weren't to be broken.—She sat quietly on the bed, her eyes on his broad back as he faced the wall, the scars on every inch of his skin gleaming directly at her.He had been in this mood, waking up at night to find him glaring directly at the ceiling or pacing. It was becoming even scarier to be in the same space as him, for his mood could be discerned by his tight grip on the katana's handle.A couple of months later, she had stood in his face and broke the one rule that wasn't spoken about, the one rule that hung over her like a wet blanket of dark clouds.Ruslan walked over to the bedside cupboard, draggin it open; he pulled out a lollipop and kicked the covers close, desperately pouncing on the wrap.When his eyes fell on her, holding his gaze wasn't as easy as it seemed the last time. The calm turmoil in his pupils had her on freeze for almost half a minute before she dropped her lashes on the sheet.Since he returned to Russia, he had been this
LILY.At only ten in the morning, he had already taken fifteen shots as the older men watched in amusement, their eyes filled with nostalgia.He raised another shot, looked at me, and winked before he downed it. The hailing when he didn't even wince had him sitting back and acting cocky. Hopefully, he remembered he was driving and left a space in his brain to get us home."Remember when Lily went off when we called him her Finn?" Clare raised a wine glass before dropping it back on the table.This was the umpteenth time she had tried to make me the topic, and this would be the umpteenth time I would dodge."Yeah," I laughed halfheartedly, letting my eyes roam the mess of broken glasses and ceramics on the floor; the urge to pick them up made my fingers itch, "Damn, whose house is this?""Oh, oh oh," Clare threw her hands in the air, "It's mine, it's temporary, I mean, that's what Katy says."I squinted at her, observing; yeah, she did look healthy, and there was this peaceful aura aro
GREG."...Sir, we've gone round.""Go around it again.""Sir..."He glared at the suited men before him, their hands latched behind their backs, suits without a crease, and their words holding respect, but he wasn't stupid; he knew a condescending tone when hit with one.What happened when low-lives got the hint that they were needed, not wanted like they had been made to believe? The fear in their eyes became disgust, and their respect shifted to mockery.Not if he could help it, he raised his palm and snapped. “So what the fuck are you waiting for?"They hesitated, then, with a secret message passed to each other, they nodded with a corner of their lips quirked. "Yes, sir, we’re on it.” they took one last disgusted look at his lowly motel, dusted jackets, and left.“It's not permanent, you condescending fucks,” he yelled after them.The door slamming close was their response, so hard he feared it was going to upset the hinges, and god knew that was the last thing he needed: attracti
EVAShe gripped her bag firmly, annoyance evident as she entered the deserted space, weary of yet another day of traveling to and from work on her own.So they were all hell-bent on cutting her off, shoving her to the wall, throwing the fact that she had never been a part of them anyway. None of them liked her, and all it took to find out was for their favorite to get on her nerves.Hadn't they noticed Lily threw the first hit? Didn't they see her bruises? But of course, she wasn't surprised; she was used to being painted as the bad guy.After the day of the fight, she realized that Don Adler had destroyed her transportation arrangement, and she was left to somehow get herself to work and back.There was no one to go to, not even Salvatore, who was unlikely to be seen around the manor, and even when he was, he glanced at her and walked the other way.She hated that it hurt to see him ignore her, like she wasn't there, looking over her head until he was out of sight.Rune hated her righ
“...I didn't do it, Lily; I swear to God.”Despite the warning to keep my distance, they painted him as a threat to everything I believed in—a betrayer with a smile concealing a desire to betray me with a bullet from behind.Was I torn? Yes, I was. Thinking back, I couldn't picture Rune pulling the trigger. Rune was the reason I had settled in the manor; his reckless jokes and how he had stood by me during my moments of need meant I couldn't toss him away as quickly as the others did.Even if he did, he had a reason to.I stepped forward and was immediately stopped by the goon standing in my way. “Ma'am, “ma’am, I'm sorry, I can't let you go to him; Boss would have my head.”I looked at Rune, whose back was to the wall, the hopefulness in his eyes beckoning me, and I couldn't let him down, not when he needed someone who would give him the benefit of the doubt—even when every piece of evidence pointed against him.I took another step, and a frustrated goon took one back, an arm stretch
KYRA.His appearance was a shock, and her chest tightened at the sight. Salvatore had truly inflicted damage. Despite the evident pain, she knew he'd likely reject any help with a defiant middle finger.It had only been two days, and he looked frail. Observing how everyone avoided discussing him, it was evident that he would remain here for a while before Adler figured out what to do with him.She tossed the bandage into his lap, "If you truly cared for Lily as much as you claim, you wouldn't lie to her."Rune snorted, massaging his broken nose. "You're the last person to speak about caring for anyone," he said, raising the bandage and waving it at her, "but thanks for the bandage. Would do for a cool nose cover; this place smells like shit.""Did you do it?" she asked."It's none of your business.""You told Lily you didn't.""What do you think?""Rune, the key was found with you," she approached him. "Every piece of evidence points to you; a sample of the bullet used in your second
KYRAWater trailed down her chin as she snatched the face towel from the hook, pressing it to her face. Inhaling deeply, she cursed as the unexpected rush of Rune's words flooded her thoughts.In a relentless struggle spanning hours, she fought to banish his echoing voice—words that had deeply wounded her. Regret seeped in as she wished for the satisfaction of his blood staining her knuckles in the midst of it all._"...how hard you want to please him."_First of all, fuck Rune; he knew nothing about her; talk more about who she wanted to please. If he thought she had more grace than them because she was the godfather's 'princess,' then he fucking had to rethink.She slammed the towel to the sink, pressing her palms to hold her weight as she sized her reflection in the mirror. She was here all thanks to her ability, and she'd like to see them prove otherwise.The quiet rap on the door snapped her back to the present. Straightening up and raking her hair back, she stepped out of this b
Adler's ascent was a struggle, his head pounding, his vision blurred, and a sharp pain cutting through his skull.But the feeling of emptiness superseded them all—the perception that he had lost something important, a massive part of him, and was about to find out what. Heavy and crippling, it came with a fear that he wouldn't like what he'd find when he fully awakened.The clouds left his eyes, and he found himself staring at a glass cup on the drawer surface next to the bed he laid on. Yeah, that was familiar; what wasn't normal was waking up to sunlight. Something was wrong."I love you, Adler…."He jolted out of bed, ignoring the pounding ache in his head, swallowing hard as he stared at the empty bed. His heart sank, and reluctantly, he turned to the cup again. The white film on its surface and the weariness of his bones were enough to put it all together."I love you, Adler….don't look for me."Her voice echoed in his mind, the words giving meaning to the prevailing silence. It