LILIANA"Liliana…"The voices are all distorted as my vision swims and all the blood rushes to my ears. A hand snakes around my waist to keep me on my feet and then it hits me…I'm going to die. Memories fly around in my head, each a reminder of that time when I was starving and mother refused to feed me because my father had been out for days. Then I ate the only thing I could find stacked amongst Lajla’s belongings: A small scoop from a jar of peanut butter. If it weren't for my sister's timely arrival, I probably might have not witnessed her bailing out on me when I needed her the most.My life's history starts to flash before me and I know without a doubt what it signifies. “Radi boga, don't just stand there. Do something!” Someone yells. Panicked feet resound from everywhere in the room all at once, the voice of Irina panicking as she shrieks, “What's wrong with her?!”The tingling in the back of my throat and the roof of my mouth starts to spread again, prickling my tongue
LILIANAThe next time I’m conscious, I hear the angry voice of a man threatening to raise hell on someone. I don’t know how long I’ve been out but I do know that I crave complete silence to clear this buzzing in my head.That is until fragments of the conversation floats over to my hearing. “...the hell is that even possible? How could you make such a costly mistake?”“I swear, it was an oversight, Pakhan. Nothing intentionally done.”“Quietly now,” someone hushes the person. It sounds like Alice. She steps up to my side and cradles one of my hands in her very warm ones. “She’s stirring awake.” The voices stop talking at once. That’s when I open my eyes to blinding lights and a pair of mismatched eyes staring down at me with deep concern etched between those brows. He looks like he’d spent the last few minutes getting upset over something. Looking over my head at someone, the anger is back in its place. “Tell her what you told me.”Imagine waking up to shit you have no idea about an
DAMIANI gently lower the organs into the cooler after securing it into a zip lock with great care not to cause damage to them. Sicily and his men had found some people sniffing around the dock and brought them to me. To distract myself, I decided to do the dirty work myself, easing into the calmness it brings. Andros walks in without bothering to knock and I can tell from the haste in his steps that whatever has pushed him to forget rules is bigger than he can handle. “It’s the note found on the maid that died last night.” he passes the folded paper over the dead body on the slab.The letter begins with so much apology, thanking me for my good deeds—which is laughable because I don’t do anything unless it benefits me directly—and how it hurts to betray the Seemya this way. A bunch of other nonsense I lose interest in until my eyes catch Selena’s name. “WHAT?!” I bark out, enraged. “What is it?” Andros asks but I’m already on my feet. He grabs the discarded paper and his eyes go r
LILIANA I feel a lot of things as Selena sits with me and sympathizes for the loss of my baby. If I were to be speaking in all honesty, I doubt I’d be able to give that child what they need. Hell, I barely have control of my life, which makes raising a child the least of things I want. “If I didn’t get a lot of love growing up, what makes you think I’ll be capable of showering them with motherly attention?” Selena lets my words stew before she gives a helpless shrug. “Am I going to be called an asshole for supporting your decisons?” I smile and give her fingers a little squeeze. “You’ll be one if you’re not in support. Kyle betrayed me and I don’t think it’s something I’ll forget in a long time.” Selena turns her head and I look in the direction she turned to see Damian strolling in with a neutral expression. Instantly, my heart rate speeds up and my fingers tremble slightly. He stops by the foot of the bed, his eyes gentle as he watches me. I don’t know what to make o
LILIANAAlthough Zoran is smiling at his wife, he looks like he’s been through a tough time. The exhaustion lining his features says enough. “Liliana, how are you feeling?”“I’m alright,” I tell him honestly. “Just need a few more days and I’ll be back on my feet. Don’t worry about me.”Selena claps her hands together. “And then you two will work on coming together to make me an aunt. I need a little running around the house and going on a destructive spree.”Damian’s head snaps toward her so fast I can almost hear the crack. “Get out.”Zoran lets out an exasperated sigh, shaking his head like he can’t believe his wife. “Let’s just go home.”She snickers at him, sliding off the bed. “What? Too soon? Nobody says they have to start going at it like rabbits right away.”“Out. Go with your husband,” he orders, already pinching the bridge of his nose. Zoran barely holds in a laugh as he takes her hand, leading her towards the door. “Come on, troublemaker.”Her eyes meet me, rounding in di
ANOTHER CHARACTER POV ALERT!SICILYThe garage smells of oil, metal and hardwork as is required of a car factory like mine. My men, the ones closest to me, move around like a well-oiled machine to check the compartments, tighten the bolts and seal the hidden spaces where the firearms rest. This is our craft. Our business and survival. My focus is soon interrupted by my phone ringing. When I pull it out of my pocket, the name that reflects makes me grin. I flip Oleg the bird when he starts to make noises like a monkey. “Hi, munchkins,” Zip drawls, dragging her nickname for me longer than necessary.“Hey, baby.”“You sound tired,” she says immediately. Trust her to be observant when it comes to me. “Long day?”“You could say that. How’s yours?”“Better now that I’m talking to you.” She teases with a light laugh. “I went shopping today. Got a few bags, an antique rug for my condo and oh, those whiskey glasses to replace the ones you kept complaining about.”I huff a laugh. “You mean t
DAMIANA week later, I call for a meeting between my closest men in my office.The place smells like cigar smoke and rich leather. The air also is thick with the low murmur of conversation. Zoran talks about his latest security expansions, high-end contracts of which most are surprisingly legal this time but he never turns down a favor for the right price. Andros leans back in his seat, nodding along but mostly listening. Sydney hangs around my left with his arms folded, occasionally offering a word or two when necessary.I take a sip of my whiskey, letting the amber liquid burn slowly down my throat. “The real estate projects in Bogota are progressing well. The columbian families are using the resorts exactly how we expected, you know, keeping their assets clean, moving money in and out without suspicion.”Andros smirks. “Bet they love the extra security too.”“They do,” I agree, setting my glass down. “And it benefits us. A win-win.”Sydney scoffs lightly. “Until the wrong person f
LILIANA“What do you think you’re doing?” Alice shouts in alarm when I step into the kitchen with my tray after my breakfast. She takes it out of my hands.“I need some fresh air, Alice. It’s too stifling in there especially with all of you treating me like some egg.” “I don’t care, duska. Damian gave strict instructions to oversee your welfare.” She gives what I think are instructions in Russian to a cook standing and watching us. “Now, come darling, let’s go back to your room.”“No. I’ll take one quick tour around the house and afterwards, I’ll head back inside. Promise.”She squints her eyes to tell me she doesn’t believe but shrugs. “One tour and that’s it.”I give her a grin in response and walk out of the kitchen. To my right is a door I’ve come to recognize too much due to my countless wandering. Slipping out the door, the first gust of wind blows against my face.It’s refreshing against my skin and reminds me of the beach. When was the last time I was even at a place like tha
LILIANADamian’s hands are everywhere–skimming up and down my back, caressing my thighs, grabbing my ass, thumbs stroking just shy of my pussy. He moves like he’s trying to memorize the feel of me. I move over him just to see what it does to him and how much his self-restraint can take. It’s a dangerous thing to attempt on the plane, but I can’t help myself.His grip tightens to halt my movement, same time that a curse leaves his lips. “You’re enjoying this too much,” he breathes, touching our foreheads together as he tries to gain control.I smirk, leaning back in so I can join our lips back together. He captures mine and moves hungrily against me. I press closer, and with slow rolls of my hips, I continue to tease him. Thread by thread, his restraints begin to snap.“Liliana…” His voice is wrecked.“You like it when I do that?”His fingers dig into my thighs, his response a low, guttural sound from the depths of him. “You know exactly what you’re doing.”In my lust-filled haze, t
DAMIAN“Come here,” I say, patting my thigh.She freezes and her eyes go round like I just suggested something insane. Which, I suppose, I did. She searches my face to see if I might crack a grin and say I’m joking. I don’t.“Are you out of your goddamn mind?” she sputters. A smirk tugs at my lips. “Probably. But don’t be scared.” My fingers drum lazily on my leg. “Don’t make me repeat myself.”The sight of her so worked up like this is something for sore eyes. She’s cute like that. I can practically hear the wheels turning in her head, debating her decisions. She could stay safe in the co-pilot’s seat, but I know she won’t. Curiosity always wins with her.Finally, she blows out a sharp exhale and unfastens the seatbelt. The faint click is swallowed up by the hum of the engine. Her hands clench and release by her side as she pushes herself up. She looks hesitant, but in that stiffness, there’s something else shining in her eyes. The moment she is within reach, I don’t give her a cha
LILIANAI settle into the passenger seat, smoothing the dress over my thighs and feeling self-conscious while doing it. The silk clings to my skin and the floral print is vibrant against the black. Alice really did choose well.The low rumble of the car reverberates through me as Damian takes his place right next to me in the driver’s seat and starts the engine. “So,” I start, feeling jittery anticipation about the sudden trip, “where are we going?”He glances at me, and his lips curl into the most beautiful smile. “You’ll see soon enough.”“That’s not fair,” I argue but he only grins widely with mystery dancing in the yin and yang depths of his eyes. “You’re too damn impatient, Lily. What did they teach you about patient dogs?”“They die hungry?” When he slants me an incredulous look, I burst out laughing. “I’m not a dog and I’m definitely not patient. We’ve established that fact. Now can you tell me that you’re not selling me off again?”Slowly, the smile slips off his face and his
LILIANA…he’s gone.Before the first spill of sunlight, he’s out of my room. All I’m left with are the memories of stolen kisses here and there, straying fingers in my scalp and strong arms keeping me warm. I tried to ignore the warning bells in my head and just relax while it lasted. It worked for a while at least. Now, he’s gone. “Do you think he’d end up with a Mary Sue who’s got mommy issues?” I muse, laughing at myself. To my merit, I’m freer than I’ve been in forever. The weight that used to pull me down is non-existent. Dragging myself out of bed, I go to take a bath. It’s while I’m in the bathroom that the door opens and someone walks in. Immediately, I’m wary of the intruder because of what happened the last time. “Whoever it is, could you just wait outside?” I tell them. The footsteps retreat and the door closes again.A short while after I’ve changed into a cotton shirt and pants, I notice a tray of food on the coffee table. It feels like I’m walking into a Deja Vu this
LILIANAI can't look away no matter how bad I feel the impulse to. Damian's gaze burns into me, never looking away—it’s like he is staring into my soul and drawing out my words. Even if that isn't his intention, they are already spilling out. All the memories I've tried so hard to bury. So, there's no stopping now.“When Lajla left,” I continue, reducing my voice to barely a whisper, “I found a letter she wrote me. She told me to try and be everything our mother wanted. She said…maybe then, she would finally love me.” My fingers trembled slightly in my laps. Unable to hold his gaze anymore, I turn to them, tracing the tiny lines. The deception in Lajla's words… She did it for me, but she thought wrong.I can still see my sister's scrawled handwriting in the back of my mind, can feel the hope in her words. Oh God, I was so stupid to believe it.“So, I did,” I continue. “I stayed. I did everything my mother asked. I went to college nearby, smiled when…when all I wanted to do was scre
DAMIANThe moment the vain woman exits, I call the guard who let her in and give him a stern warning. “If that woman ever does as much as step foot inside this estate, I’ll have you tied to a porsche and dragged like a rag doll all over the streets of Sochi.”He nods several times. “Yes, Pakhan.” As I turn in Liliana’s direction, she ignores me like one would a ghost, making a beeline for the stairs. The last picture on her face is akin to a look of resentment before she turned away.“Lily—”She whirls around so fast she almost gets a whiplash. “What?” Her chest rises and falls with so much anger. But her eyes—they tell another tale. One I’m willing to find out. What the hell did I do?She resumes walking like her behind is on fire and the only way to put it out is getting as far away from me as possible.“Don’t…” I heave a sigh. “What’s going on? Can you just talk to me?” It’s like the person I was with is a whole different person some hours ago. She doesn’t stop. She’s flying the
LILIANAThis woman again. In front of me. She might look like she’s smiling, but somewhere underneath all that fakeness is a viper waiting to tear me apart. My heart cannot stop trying to beat its way out of my chest and abandon me to my fate. I quickly mask my shock with a calmness I don’t even know I possess. “What are you doing here?” My voice stays hard as steel. Damian passes me a sideways glance. “You know her?”I swallow tightly, trying to choose my words with care. She’s manipulative enough to turn those words against you. “How can I forget the face of my own mother?” I spit, keeping my eyes pinned on her. She brushes invisible lint from her clothes and gives me an unimpressed look after glancing around at the living room. “Is that how you welcome your mother?”“When she treats me like rags and reminds me with every second she gets that I’m the reason why my sister died? Then, yes.”“What?” Even Damian is unable to conceal his shock at the revelation.“I don’t care where yo
DAMIAN…I’m falling. So fast that it’s impossible to put a brake on it if I wanted to. So hard that I’m sure to shatter into a thousand pieces after I land. The picture of Liliana sitting on the floor with her thighs spread and finger between them hits me so intensely that my eyes roll to the back of my head.It’s her. She makes me lose my bearings, snatching the wheel right out of my hands and steering me in whatsoever direction she chooses. I’m not complaining.I will go to the fucking ends of the world if she so decides. It’s like my body’s automatic reaction to her and I don’t mind if it’s a distraction. No matter how healthy or unhealthy anyone thinks it is.When we both lower down to earth, I don’t wait in my seat, but she’s coming to meet me as well. I gather her into my arms and immediately merge our lips together, slanting my lips over hers and hooking my arms around her body. She responds by opening up to grant me access into that beautiful mouth, expertly rolling her ton
LILIANA His office is just like I remember it, dimly lit and very spacious with the grand oak table sitting close to the window. Behind it is a floor to ceiling drapes that feel too thick in my touch. Drawing them apart, I’m met with the pleasant surprise of a wall of windows, granting a view of exquisite landscape draped in moonlight. It’s beautiful to behold. The decorations on the wall are quite simple and minimalistic, very unlikely for a man as complicated as Damian. But who’s judging? The only thing on the table are a desktop computer and some files, including a familiar one whose heading states ‘debt collateral’. Coming from a case of severe ptsd, touching that is one thing I never want to involve myself in.Ever again.As I look to the side of me, there’s a mini-bar with all kinds of alcohol in all their finely-shaped bottles. However, one of them stands out for me. Taking a quick glance at the door, I decide, “A little sip won’t hurt nobody.”I grab the glass cup next to