SALVATORE.Dark shades weren't the greatest shielder of identity, so he had thrown on a fake mustache; sitting outdoors on a cafe chair, Salvatore dodged the urge to look at his side and catch his reflection on the glass window beside him.Three days ago, Adler had given him the shock of his life, delegating a vital job. Enough time to cement his stand that there was something more important the Boss didn't want to give out.More proof was that the following day, as he packed, Adler had thrown on a baseball cap and slipped into a car.Salvatore had seen it all as he oversaw the parking of his bags into the booth of his car, thought to follow after the Boss, but due to results from past occasions, he knew it was fruitless.Presently, he hitched the newspaper higher. Although he read nothing in it, it was all to keep his mind from the cold infiltrating his dark woolen coat.So, he would have preferred something other than an outdoor service. For god's sake, he knew how cold this place w
LILY'S POV."Seen Rune anywhere?" Kyra asked me from where I stood in front of the window, a beautiful sight of the aggressive beach water washing against its bank before me.But even with that, my eyes weren't on the waters. Instead, they stuck with someone sitting in front of it, knees up to her chest, staring into space as her toes dug into the sand.Eva held onto the purple vase that carried Mum's ashes. We still hadn't talked about how she left me out of decision-making involving Mum's body, and I was still mad about it; seeing her like this made my heart heavy.Poor Eva. Inside, she was still hurting."Lily?" Kyra called; it was the second time she was repeating herself. And unlike her, she didn't sound impatient.The beach house showed another side to her; although we weren't friends or acquaintances, I was happy to have the confidence that I was no longer on her wrong side.Because watching her pound against a punching bag like an animal, uhmm, her good side was the safest plac
KYRA.Her Enemy stepped out of his car, throwing the hoodie cap off his head, the new blonde baby hair coming into view.Kyra watched him from her motorcycle helmet in disgust as he veered around to whistle at a couple of girls waltzing out of the parking lot.Was there ever a time when Rune didn't think with his dick.But still, being in a BDSM club? What the hell was going on here? It never fit with him; was this one of his little secrets? One to which he had to hide from everyone else?She always said Rune loved pain, but she never meant it literally. She'd have suspected that getting on people's nerves got him off.The bouncers at the entrance nodded at him when he passed. They even exchanged some pleasantries. Surprisingly, he was no stranger there.Nice, she pulled off her helmet and placed it on her motorcycle, now to see what helpless sub had the misfortune of having such an annoying brute as her dom.One boot after another, she walked towards the entrance, but, as expected, s
She messed up pretty bad, really bad. For the first time, he was mad, standing in the center of the room, face reddened, and pupils full on her while she tried to dodge the discomfort it sent through her.Although released from the bondage, his left wrist still held the cuff, which dangled from his hands.Sometimes, he flexed his fist like he was ready for a spar, and this time, she was sure prepared to let him beat her the hell up.She looked at his face and tried again, "You need aftercare, Rune.""No shit Sherlock!" he sneered.She sighed, taking in his glare, letting him have the upper hand while she sat down like the petulant child who was told to sit in a corner and think of what she had done.Alright he was walking up to her; he wasn't so disgusted by her actions if he could stand being this close to her, right? She saw the palm in front of her face."Give me the fucking keys." "Oh," she felt beads of sweat form on her forehead, and immediately she began to fumble around for t
[SALVATORE}"Look for survivors!" the goons echoed his orders, but Salvatore knew that with the sight at the entrance, they would meet something more gruesome inside.But still, he watched the soldiers go their way, salvaging corpses to get to the living soldiers.Adler, in front of him, was squatting over a disemboweled corpse, back rigid and face to the sky.Didn't the stink disturb him to be so close? The gashed heads, slit throats, and the pungent smell of open bodies held the picture of a medieval killing spree._'I believe there is a devil....his name is Ruslan.'_Salvatore felt a shiver run up his spine; Sara had known. She knew what she was talking about.Wherever he stepped, he felt he was waddling in blood; it was everywhere, on the walls, the drums that served as a roadblock, all thanks to Adler thinking his new enemy would seek the backdoor out of Campania.As always, he was accurate, except this time, it came at a price, And it proved something; Ruslan had said he was uns
AUTHOR'S POV"You know what he is, yet you bring him close to you," Father Martin exhaled more out of boredom than exasperation. It wasn't that he hadn't heard this before. He listened to it so much the repetition could be akin to a broken record.Whenever the topic arose, his response remained consistent, effortlessly escaping his lips: "He's the type of person for whom Jesus sacrificed, Deacon Armando.""Martin, that boy is bad news." Armando's voice held disdain, disdain so firm it was almost contempt, "I would not have said anything if he were still fifteen, but now...""But now?" Father Martin raised a brow."Now he's old enough to make those choices, old enough to protect his virtues and even die on them," Martin said nothing, scribbling reports on a paper, out of touch with reality and a head filled with thoughts. Armando was right in his way, Depending on how he looked at it.Considering he wasn't here that day twelve years ago when the boy snuck into the church, sitting in
Anguish came in many forms; the hurt brewing was a constant reminder that its recipient could do nothing about it.Seeing Salvatore gazing at the altar with a rigid and removable frame, Adler understood his pain. That He had let a Don, whom he swore to protect, chase after him to the aircraft, then, when he was caught, roared aloud in an open space until he had no strength left in him that he just knelt on the ground with his face against the sand was the tip of how he felt inside.When he didn't move after a long time, Adler dragged him back into the car and then drove him to the manor, where they gathered information about the murder in the church.When Adler saw the image of the man on the screen, he quickly summarized him as the reason Salvatore was so adamant about his faith. So when his consigliere yanked the crucifix off his neck, Adler knew there would be a change.According to the news report, the severed head was discovered at the foot of the altar, and the lone stiff body
"Adler, Adler, something he'd typically do, don't you think?"But I was still lost in my thoughts and unsure of a good reply for him. There were a lot of contradictions in his words. His brother had saved my life countless times; to me, that was more than enough proof somebody wanted me.And that train of thoughts soothed me so much that his hostile words didn't hurt me anymore.Eva waved at us, the biggest smile ever on her flushed face. I sent her a reassuring grin."Well, I'm sorry," I began when I saw she started striding towards us. "If I had known how much of a rift my presence caused, I would have stayed away."When he spoke, I discovered he was staring at Eva, too. "I don't care. I just thought I recognized you from somewhere, and surprisingly, I do."Eva arrived, a shy smile on her lips as she walked up to him. Watching him lean down and plant a kiss on her lips while she blushed had my stomach grumbling."You look astounding," he let his eyes lick over her, adoration in the
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