DAMIAN Like I predicted, with the tension brewing in the room, the meeting is bound to end in chaos. There's a round table with each family representative seated a good distance away from the other person. Anything could go wrong at any fucking time and anyone by my side would take the hit. Right now, I'm seated in silence watching Genovese of the Morani family and Sergei of the Romanov family snap at each other's heads. There is the Bonanno family counselor, Karmen, who is fighting tooth and nail to ensure that they don't get themselves killed before she leaves. It's amusing to watch especially since Genovese gets off on gaslighting and being a shitty pretender. “Say that to my face one more time, I dare you!” Genovese booms out with veins sprouting from the middle of his head. His bulky stomach swinging every which way and heaving with every breath. “You're nothing but a wimp hiding behind sneaky attacks and the government officers who suck your limp cock.” That i
LILIANA The smile slides off my face as I register the unfamiliar voice filling the receiver. I stutter dumbly, contemplating for a moment if to end the call and take the money that Rachel offered. I brace myself instead with my fingers tightening around the phone. “Theodore Mikhail. I need to speak with him.” “You don't go around taking calls without my permission. Get out of my chair.” I hear someone say. There's a soft shuffle in the background before I hear throat clearing. “Ravasi’s enterprise, Theodore Mikhail speaking. Who am I—” Now that's the voice I was hoping to hear. Who then was the other person on the line? I refuse to give it another thought. “Thank God, Theo!” I cry out in a hushed whisper. My next words tumble out in a rush. “I was drugged and abducted to someplace I have no idea about. The man who took me is a very dangerous man. According to people, his name is Damian Kastorov and my life is going to be over if you don't come and pick me soon.” My h
DAMIANThe drive to my villa takes only a few minutes between winding roads and a little traffic that keeps me holed in a spot for a few minutes because of an accident that had happened in front.Sydney and I barely exchanged any words since I entered the car and got behind the wheel. It's not that I don't share information with him but some things are better discussed deeply encased in the hard shells of privacy. A figure waits up front with their legs a few inches apart in a domineering stance and hands planted into their front pocket. It is Zoran. His face is an inscrutable mask as he waits patiently on the open roof of the mansion. If my time with him is anything to go by, he is hella pissed. But do I have fucks to give? Barely.Sydney and I make our way through the steps that lead to where he is. With every step I take, I get more and more enraged, bidding my time like a ticking bomb waiting for a trigger.His back is turned to us when we finally reach the top. He turns to us
DAMIAN “What the fuck?!” I thunder, my self-control slipping out of my grip. Zoran watches me with a look of indifference, like a detached audience assessing the performance of a stranger. “Why had no one bothered to tell me about this?” “I got the information right after we got news of the attack at your safehouse. I thought you knew and that's why you were going after his widow instead.” My blood boils with a rage so intense that I see red. My chest heaves in tandem with the ticking inside of my head. ‘That… that worthless parasite!’ “Bloody cowards!” I shout, slamming my fists on the table. “I'm going to make her pay for everything.” “What do you want to do about her? I doubt the woman knows anything about the skeletons her husband hides in his closet.” “I don't care.” I reply in a low voice, my gaze pinned on the table. Every muscle in me yearns to flip the district inside out and find her, then make her pay. That treacherous, deceitful bitch. No way in he
LILIANA I don't know how long I'd been asleep for but when I open my eyes, the window shows the dimming sunlight, now a warm orange. It is a testament to how I've slept through the day into the early evening. I do hope Theodore is on his way as promised. I can't afford to spend one more night in this apartment. Apart from putting a strain on their finances, even though they look comfortable, a deep sense of unease is beginning to settle in my bones. When Rachel's father came knocking, I thought he had something urgent to disclose. Well, he did. But it wasn't for my ears. So I'd gone to my room to give father and daughter some privacy. From that point when I went back in and now, everything seemed like a haze. Like a part of my memory was hacked out. It has to be an ingredient in the drink. Either way, it worked in my favor to soothe most of my frayed nerves. It is early evening and it indicates that Theodore is already close. In a little while, I'd be out of here and
DAMIANI waste no time in peeling out of the parking lot and onto the highway, my tires screeching in protest. Like a crazed man, I speed down the highway with the needle of the speedometer quivering over a hundred miles per hour.Beside me, Zoran's face is set in a grim mask and although his eyes are fixed on the road ahead, I can see the ghost of fear playing around his features.He had offered to drive but I'd refused. I needed something to exert my pent up rage and an anchor to keep me from unraveling. I felt like driving would do me some good.Why then did I want to pull the steering wheel out of its place so bad?“I know I shouldn't be saying this but you need to slow down. If anything happens to you, Liliana would roam freely and dance over your grave if she knows where you'd be buried.”Unbidden, a small smile cracks my lips. I glance at his profile. My smile widens when I see his throat bob and his fingers grip his seat tighter.I ease up on the pedal only a little just for
DAMIAN “Kristoffor!” Shrieks Alice in a horrified voice as I climb out of the passenger seat with Liliana's unconscious body in my arms. "What have you done to the poor girl?"“Stay out of this, Alice,” Zoran tells her, pulling her back before she comes to pose as a blockage to my destination which is my bedroom. ‘Are you even making the right decision?’ An inner voice queries.I don't have the time to answer that because I'm trying to make it to my quarters in record time. I push my door open and walk towards the bed where I lower her on it. Her thick hair curtains a part of her face as her head lolls to one side. My fingers itch and without inhibitions, I reach to brush the strands out of view, revealing her creamy flesh with a fading purple stain. A reminder of my men's brutality.I frown, recalling the vicious headbutt that gave me a wicked migraine for days. My teeth grit in anger and I yank my hand back with a scowl like a force just struck me. This will be the last time I
LILIANAMy eyes crack open after so many futile efforts and the first thing that heralds my awakening is the unfamiliar ceiling.The dull, cream-colored surface stares back at me. It is a welcome change from the darkness that had shrouded my mind for what felt like an eternity. I try to sit up as consciousness slowly seeps in. I wince, becoming aware of the dull ache driving through through my head like a sledgehammer. I move my tongue but it seems as though the organ has doubled up in size. The weight of exhaustion deep in my bones renders me incapable of moving my limbs any further.“Theo…” The word dies on my tongue before I even complete it. I swallow dryly. My throat is parched and my body feels hotter than usual. I close my eyes, trying to recall the incident that led to my passing out, but every time I try, I come up blank.“Theodore,” I manage with weakness. I keep my gaze on the door for his entrance. It seems no one heard me because none came in. Wait… Why is this place
LILIANAThe journal feels heavy as it sits in my palms. Not because it is thick or leather-bound or anything grand. It’s just heavy…filled with my sister’s wordings–Well, I don’t know that for sure until I open it and that’s what I’m scared of. I stare at it intently and it’s almost like I can hear it whispering at me to open it and face what I’ve been running away since I returned to this cursed house.Rachel watches me from the corner of her eye, not saying a word until I sigh. “You should come with me. I don’t think you want to be in here as much as I do.” Her eyes are filled with untold tales. “Let’s go to your room. You don’t want to be seen like tis in the hallway.”I nod, then rise to follow her stiffly, following her down the corridor like a ghost. My limbs are moving, but my mind’s reeling. Even my heart isn’t beating right. Once we’re inside my quarters, I drop the journal on the bed and start grabbing my things. “Liliana.” Rachel approaches me gently. “What did he tell
DAMIANHer eyes widen in caution as I approach her. Like she’s scared of me, or maybe scared I’d hurt her even when I’m certain she knows I can’t. She doesn’t really know the power she holds over me, does she?I should say I am disappointed but how can I when I can’t even tell her how I really feel about her? That’s just hypocrisy. Behind her is Stelleza’s wardrobe full of her things which I stowed away in her memory. “I couldn’t throw her things out, neither could I burn them.” I remember the exact angle where I kept the journal hidden. Since this is her blood sister we’re talking about, then perhaps she has a right to know what it entails and the truth about how she died.Reaching further into the back, my fingertips graze a hard leather. Bringing it out, I flip the leather-bound journal and hand it to her. She gazes down at the book, not taking it yet. “What is this?”“She wrote this,” I murmur, recalling the dark words that birthed my rage. “She wrote every word on every page b
LILIANAIt’s supposed to be Stelleza…but this woman bearing such a dazzling smile…My heart stutters but I can’t bring myself to drag my eyes away from the horrifying revelation staring back at me. It’s been thirteen years since the last time I saw her. Thirteen whole years of fumbling in the dark, left alone to navigate the maze that is life. She shielded it from me for so long until she couldn’t handle it anymore.“L–lajla…Lajla…” I whisper unable to believe the sight before me. She looks the same…except for her forest green eyes, now dulled from being immortalized in a photo frame. It’s an understatement to the real sparkle when you look at her in real life. And her smile, now frozen in time, is just like I remember it. But brighter. Better.“Forgive me, Lajla.” The first drops slide down my cheeks. “I failed you over and over.” I sniffle, trying my best to hold back the dam from bursting forth. “I did what you asked and went an extra mile pleasing the wrong people.”I crumble fr
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LILIANAThe words strike right in the middle of my chest like lightning hitting a spot twice. It just doubles the ache I’ve been feeling since I woke up. Could it be any worse?I’m certain I’ve heard this from the man himself. As though fate is playing a cruel joke on me, his words echo in my ears again.‘I killed her.’ ‘I pulled the trigger that killed her.’Is that why he wanted me to stay away from him? Oh, Liliana, how much of an idiot can you be? The signs have been staring at me naked. I ignored the way I did Kyle’s red flags until he landed me in worse trouble. Is this just the universe’s way of teaching people like me lessons?“You look pale. Maybe you should just go back and wait…?”“No. No, I’m fine.” I don’t know if I’m ready to hear more of what she has to say, yet I tell her– “Go on.”She nods, casts a nervous glance around and then looks at the door. “I don’t know what he hides in there that he’s refused to let anyone in. The only person who managed to see in here by m
LILIANARachel is waiting by the door by the time the car pulls up inside the fancy prison I familiarized myself with as home. Not anymore. Maybe soon, this nightmare would be over and I’ll get over him. “You’re back early?”I manage a fake smile that doesn’t quite reach my eyes. “Don’t tell me you miss me. I’ve barely been gone for a week.”She reaches to take my bags and I pull away before she can touch it. There’s no need to fool anyone with exaltations when we are both alike in more ways than we think. She’s a slave here even though she’s willing. I’m the captive. Still sounds the same to me. Yet, why do I need all of this special attention? It’s just bullshit around here.Speaking of captives, I stop and turn to Rachel. “Did Melanie stop by at the house today?”She pauses to think, then shakes her head. “That was last night. I told her you were on a trip and she made me spill the location. I don’t know why she needed that information anyway.” After another long pause, she gasps
Buckle up people, this is going to be a long ass read but I guess we've seen this coming.LILIANAMelanie?I look at Damian for help, wondering why in the hell she is standing on the property of his private island. Wait–how does she know where we are? Damian looks as shocked as I am as well. So we’re going to say he’s not aware of her arrival? I don’t believe whatever facade he’s wearing on his face now. It’s hard to believe he doesn’t know about this and something within me breaks. I’m not sure what that is.“Well, well, well,” she starts in a demeaning tone reeking of spite, “if it’s not the captive and her captor enjoying a week out of town so they can spend time alone. How romantic!”Damian looks like he’s fed up of her nonsense. “What are you doing here, Mel?”“That’s not such a nice thing to say to someone who you once called better suited for your cock. Now that’s not very nice, is it? I should be the one asking the questions here, not you baby boy. What are you doing here?” Sh
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LILIANAThe water ripples as he sinks in behind me, large body settling under the surface with practised ease. His legs open and he guides me between them, pulling me back against his chest. His arms come around me.I melt right into him with a greedy inhale of him.We sit like that for a while with the water lapping around us and his fingers massaging my scalp. Then, they stop and disappear into the water. Before I get the chance to protest, his fingers lightly begin tracing patterns on my stomach. His chin rests on my shoulder, and for a moment, everything stills. Until his hands drift lower. And lower.“You’re insatiable,” I whisper, smiling. I already know how this is going to end.“And you,” he says as he grazes my ear with his mouth, “are impossible to resist.”He shifts me, wrapping his hands around my waist to turn me so I can straddle his lap. The second our eyes lock, the air becomes charged with sexual tension. His hands are hot on my thighs. I rest my hands on his should