[ADLER]The note was a trick. Either that or they had been too late.It read:'TOO BAD THE OLDIES ARE GOING TO DIE BECAUSE OF HER." XX RUSLAN.That he was at the top of the concrete roof, looking around at the empty compound and seeing no signs of Ruslan or the Bratvas told him what he hated to come to terms with, He had been tricked.He heard the footsteps behind him and turned to see Rune, holding another sealed envelope, waving it at him just as Kyra had done when she walked into his room that morning."He was here, Adler, left you another note."He snatched the note from Rune's hold, but then he couldn't bring himself to open it just yet. Could it be that he underestimated Ruslan or whoever the fuck his name was? He was no ordinary assassin; No assassin would take a job this personal. Adler dropped his hand to the side; the main question was, who was this Ruslan?"I called the men at the shore, and there was nothing, no interference. The custom ha
"FUCK DAMNIT!" Rune yelledAdler's brows lowered, turning to find Rune dipping his burnt thumb into his mouth, sucking on it.Shaking his head, Adler returned to set the heat in the oven, and his eyes squinted, lost in the work. Done, he sighed, and with his apron, he wiped his flour-covered hands.The cooks who had been overthrown and pushed aside gave each other nervous glances, their fingers fidgety as they watched their bosses tend to the burners and stir-fried and steam.Adler holding up a jar of pepper, gazed into the recipe book, trying to make sense of the tiny writing, shrugging he dumped the whole content of the jar into the steaming pot."Man" Rune was on his heels, standing with his back towards Adler; he peered into the pot, then picked up the recipe book, "It says just half a spoonful, and here's the heat in hell," his voice trailed when he began coughing, "Man no human can eat this."Coughing and struggling with the overwhelming spiciness of the dish, Rune quickly grabb
She had him out of his mind, the fluidity in how her lips moved against his, her fingers around his arm, while his hands snaked around her waist, drawing her into him to take more, give more.When she parted her knees, he moved close to her, and at that moment, he felt the ground melt beneath his feet. She was every shade of perfection. Like a drug, she was goddamn intoxicating.And he couldn't just get enough.He wanted to own every part of her, Mark her as his just the same way she had cluelessly marked him as hers.Her lips were warm, inviting, sending jolts of electricity into him with her every yield.Adler knew he had to stop, he knew he was going too far when his hands were pushing under her shirt to get in contact with her skin, but with each whiff of her scent, a lot was happening. A lot that he couldn't explain. "Adler!" he heard his father callAnd in a flash, he felt her body freeze against his, breaking the kiss; she faced the floor, pressing her forehead against his ch
[RUNE]He was used to getting hit for his mistakes, or what they told him was his mistake, to the extent he often wanted it—needed it.Got a couple of teeth knocked out as a result, and he would dare anyone to point out the fake dental.Now held up with his arms by two other soldiers behind him, head hung and mouth coated with blood, he tried to focus, focus on the legs in front of him, pacing his room."You think you're something, don't you, little shit?" Domenico's voice was hard to keep track of. Even his view was gradually getting impaired. "Again," the voice was calm, but the command carried dread.When the fist slammed into his mid region for the hundredth time, Rune shut his eyes, teeth clenched firmly against each other, refusing to let gasps out.Knees unable to hold him up, he slowly slid down, but the firm grip of the men behind him had him up again.'No more, please no more,' he pleaded in his head, knowing Boss Domenico was one to end his life if he was to hear any plea
LILY'S POV I was back in front of the mirror, my fingers trailing on my lips, trying to make sense of my situation, ignoring the sudden jolt of shock coursing through me when I remembered the night before.So let me get this straight, he's offering me help and also obviously wants to have something to do with me. He stares at me when I least expect it. Cook me dinner, although he's terrible at it, and then kisses me.I felt a shiver run down my spine. Was this right?He was Don, an influential figure, not forgetting how much his father hated me and threatened to cut my face.The way he glared at me when he bumped into us in the kitchen, I wasn't ready to bear that icy sneer again.And that Adler had made it even worse by kissing my head in front of his father, had my situation worsened.Even when I had fled the kitchen back to the room, despite his last warning on me leaving the door fucking open, I couldn't. Throughout the night, the terror didn't let me sleep, so sitting on the bed
[ADLER]He couldn't explain why the day had begun in darkness, eyes flashing open, and he felt it, breathed it in, the feeling of loss surrounding him, closing him in, intent on smashing him to pieces.It had to be because it was the beginning of a new week, the week his mother was stolen from him, right before his eyes, the bullet searing past his face and burying itself into her head.And that was why his bones suddenly felt heavy, why he was hallucinating so hard. He had seen her everywhere. Standing in front of the sink, he saw her in the mirror.He caught a glint of her making a turn in the manor, up the stairs. He thought he had seen her during the gun trade some hours ago, where he had inadvertently opened fire.The result of his frustration wasn't pretty, and he knew it wasn't all because of the double-crossing. It was because each time he caught sight of his mother, each time she turned and smiled at him, she faded away.All he could do was stay still, watching the storm take
LILY'S POV."Would you like to do it with me?"It never occurred to me that I would be in the quietness of Adler's room before him and asking that question, offering him a deal. To help out.For his benefit, Help him sleep.Why not let him ask? Because he wouldn't, looking like that and acting all soft, I was beginning to think I wasn't about to do this just for him; I also wanted to trail my fingers down his tanned, muscled body.My thoughts had been raging wild from the moment he opened the door with only a towel wrapped around his waist, and the body I saw, the strength I stumbled upon, didn't fit with the personality in the kitchen.It didn't fit the way he kissed the top of my head, or the way he smiled at me, or even looked at me.And I wanted him to do more than just kiss me again, more than just touch me. I wanted to see what he was when he gave in to animalistic instincts.He stared at my frame, his eyes darkening as he took in my more petite figure, barefoot in his room, ni
RUNES.That the first sensation he had woken up to was a bout of headache showed how much the invisible being that ruled the universe hated him.He meant, wasn't it enough making him easy to be picked on, a mouth that always got him knocked out, the drop-dead gorgeous face that ladies couldn't resist?What were the curses for? He didn't ask to be born.Paradise would be waking to a blow job while chained to a bedpost, but then it was too much for the universe to answer his fucking prayers.Apart from this location not resembling his room, which was the sole threshold to fulfilling his prayers, it was evident that such a scenario would never transpire. As he attempted to wipe his eyes using his right hand's thumb, the jingling of chains echoed alongside his every motion.His eyes flew open, a bad mistake. The ache found its way deep into his skull that, unable to take anymore, he fell back on the bed, cursing."Welcome back, Rune..."Despite Rune's curiosity hitting hard, he knew bett
ONE YEAR LATER**RUNE—KYRA**"...I'm just saying it's not fair Laron gets to spend the summer break with Luigi," Rune followed Kyra to Laron's wardrobe. "Luigi gets all of his weekends. What time do I get to have?"Kyra snatched Rune's equestrian leggings and walked back to the bed. "You're exaggerating again." She folded the leggings and tucked them into Laron's nearly overflowing box before turning to him. "You gave him the go-ahead, remember?""Yeah, but that was before I realized it was for a whole month. He's monopolizing all of Laron's free time," Rune sighed, flopping onto Laron's bed dramatically. "I just miss hanging out with my son, you know?"She stayed silent, and when he looked up, she was staring at him."Why?""Well," she zipped the bag close and walked up to him, "why does it seem like you haven't learned how to tell Laron no?"Rune frowned. "What are you saying? I tell him no all the time.""No, you don't." She straddled him, placing her hand flat on his chest. "Alri
ADLERWhen he reached the Villa, the memories came hurling in. The last time he had been here, under that open shed, Larissa and Dimitri were having the time of their lives.He could still remember the lively evening, how he heard the chatters as soon as he parked, looking around him at the goons on every turn.Presently there was no single soul on this premises, but Adler knew better.Parking Kyra's motorcycle right in the center of the compound, he observed the house, its windows, all dark, except one of them, on the ground floor, the orange glow giving it an eerie touch.The gun firm in his left hand, Adler moved through the shadows, the moonlight his aid as he advanced headfirst through the entrance.Maneuvering his way through doors, following the orange glow, he placed his finger readily on the trigger, listening for a sound.But nothing came, just the faint silence.He felt it was coming to this, watching his opponent spiral down a rabbit hole as he struggled with the obsession
ADLER**FOUR MONTHS AGO**He could hear the elevator go down and for the first time in his life since the afternoon his mother died, he wanted to drop to his knees and give it all up.It was over. The wet towel seemed to burn against his skin, the wet towel over his head was now hot lava, and the metal around his finger was rapidly heating up and cutting off his circulation.He couldn't make it, there was no use trying, for what he had done, this was well-deserved, two hells in one lifetime, he dared anyone to beat that?But Lily? His mind tugged. What about Lily? The thought that he was never going to see her again was too great a loss to take without trying.Adler rose.Then came the beam, whirling down and landing on where his lower legs were supposed to have been if he hadn't rolled over just in time, his palm flattened on the hot ground.Holy fuck! He snapped it back to himself and hastily yanked out the hot ring, hoping to save it but then kicked against the idea when the band s
SALVATORESalvatore stirred, his lids opening as he gradually regained consciousness, eyes meeting the bright lights of the chandeliers above him.His head felt like a shattered egg, memories mangled and hitting him piece by piece, as the familiar aura registered. He was still in the manor, he could tell, but where exactly?The wails of a baby had his eyes snapping fully open, and Salvatore was sitting up in a jolt. The pain that went through him was like torrents, his head felt heavy, and the world around him seemed to spin."Hey look, our main guest is awake," Victor's taunts clouded his ears. "Christ, don't go back to sleep again, we've been waiting."Salvatore struggled to his feet, the sight before him sending his heart thudding.Victor sat on a settee, crossed-legged, with Eva beside him, hair stuck to her wet face, and her red-rimmed eyes staring forward, the hopelessness in them so obvious.If Constance's cries came from the crib, next to a goon, then where was Lily? He turne
RUNERune could taste the blood that coated his mouth. Still, he gritted his teeth, refusing to let the cries out. With his hands held back, the old man pounded his fist into his abdomen unrelentingly.The pain was excruciating, each blow sending shockwaves through his body. Rune's vision blurred, but he forced himself to stay conscious, to keep thinking.There was no way out of this, he knew. They were behind closed doors, in a room that smelled like dust and cobwebs; no one could hear him here.Well, no one except Laron, whom he constantly ordered to shut his eyes. The boy stood before the second goon, eyes shut, yet tears still rolled down his face.Every sniffle he heard from Laron cut through like a knife, and he wished he could do something, be the super dad Laron believed in, but right now the only thing he could do was stare at the floor."Had enough?" the old man sneered, his knuckles smeared with Rune's blood. "I thought to make this easier on you, but..." He grabbed a handf
SALVATORE"...What did you use this time?" Salvatore asked, slamming the booth shut. "Will they live?"Rune blinked, staring wide-eyed at him. "You wanted them to live?"Kyra's head shot up from the driver's seat. "What did you do?"Rune chuckled, raising both hands in mock surrender. "I'm kidding. The soldiers are alive. They'll feel some type of way tomorrow, but that's just Ketamine for ya."Salvatore fought the urge to pull out a pistol and aim at the fucker's right leg. This wasn't the time to be stupid; tension was high, and it was D-day.Just like Rune had promised, the compound had few goons, and they also seemed to be in panic. It would be this way until they got out of this godforsaken place."The back gate is empty," Rune whispered as he walked up to Kyra, cupping her face with both hands and kissing her full on the lips. "See you on the other side in a few minutes, Princess."But she drew him back in. Urgh, Salvatore groaned and turned away. Those two behaved like they wer
SALVATORE"...There's been another attack." Victor inhaled the smoke from the lit end of his cigar. "It happened at the same time as the fire yesterday. Ruslan is finally convinced of my innocence."Salvatore shared a glance with Kyra and then back at Victor. Was he actually saying the fire he had started to disrupt the engagement and that had somehow gotten out of hand was connected with an attack?Quietly wincing as the cloth grazed his partially burnt arm, Salvatore returned his gaze to Victor, who was suddenly deep in thought."I'll be gone again," Victor waved away the smoke, "but this time for a few days. Again, Salvatore will stay behind. I wish it didn't have to be so, but I need someone I can trust to keep Eva safe."He resisted the urge to share another glance with his sister. Even though he couldn't read anything on her straight countenance, he knew she was still mad at him."Can you?" Victor asked. "I can easily put her under Kyra's care. Give my father's favorite princess
EVASince Victor came back, he had been so busy he barely found time to see her. The days seemed even more void, the future gloomy. Hiding away in the confines of this room, she listened to the sound of the chapter of her life closing.Now she climbed down the bed, went to her wardrobe, and crouching to her knees, pulled open a compartment and brought out a small wooden box. It had been months since she last looked at its contents, afraid it would bring back unwanted memories and reignite her obsession with him, but here she was.Eva looked behind her at the door, then back at the box. Taking a deep breath, she flipped open the cover, staring absently at the contents inside a little beaded necklace that held a crucifix. His crucifix.She had sunk so low as to steal a part of him while he slept. She doubted he ever searched for it. If he did, he’d know it was missing and no longer in the pretty house that smelled of him.She struggled, praying for the embarrassment to wash over her so
LILY"I was six when I discovered that the convent sisters who came once a week to take children from the orphanage were anything but angels," Ruslan said, rocking my daughter's cradle. "It became clear why the boys never came back, and the girls who did barely lived."Twenty minutes ago, I had laid my sleeping daughter in her crib and rushed into the bathroom for a quick soak, despite knowing she wouldn't stir.Two seconds ago, I stepped out of the bathroom with a towel around my chest and damp hair still dripping, only to see Ruslan standing over Constance's crib and staring at her.Even though he didn't touch her, my racing pulse refused to die down.But he paid no heed to my presence and continued, "They needed us in a coal mine in this little spot in Serbia." He paused, his gaze remote. "Our starved, wiry, agile bodies were the perfect fit for narrow spaces, running errands, and sometimes checking if the explosives had completed their work."My hawk-like eyes on Constance made it