LILIANAI pace through the empty halls of our grand estate, my sandals slapping against the polished marble floors. The silence is suffocating – a sharp contrast to the chimes of laughter and whispers Kyle and I shared two days ago.I can't help the feeling of despair as it rips through me, taunting me with the possibility of him still being around if I hadn't gone up the stairs that day.As I approach the steps to make my way back into the house, I catch the hushed whispers of the domestic staff and their topic of gossip is about the possible abduction of their boss. They cease their gossip the moment they spot me, making a show of religiously tending to their chores. But I'm no fool.I lift my chin, square my shoulders so as not to betray my emotions, and make my way into the living room. Once in, I slump against the wall as a shuddering breath leaves my lips. “Ma'am, you have a call from Mr. Mikhail.” I raise my eyes. It's the bodyguard assigned to me by Theodore, my husband's ass
DAMIANI'm hunched over the paperwork on my desk skimming over the letters on each page, drinking each information in and growing angrier by the minute.My fingers fly across the keyboard with burning urgency and in a few seconds, the screen displays the private profile of my previous target; Josie Davis. It includes information about him down to the last place he used his credit cards.Picking up a red pen lying on the side, I visualize being the Grim Reaper while I strike Josie's name off my list. When I lift my hand, the paper becomes branded with a brown stain on my palm. The fucker’s blood refused to come off after washing. I chuckle darkly as the memories of his pleas come to mind. Barely minutes after I began our session, he became a wobbly mess with bladder issues.A puny weakling with a big dick and loud mouth. Useless. The room brightens up with light from my phone. I look at it with a big frown which deepens further when I see my brother's name. The reason for his call mi
LILIANA It takes four days of drowning in tears and wallowing in the loss of Kyle without solace before I realize that I'm fast becoming more useless than a couch potato. Eating junk or skipping meals altogether – the fastest way to ruin my life. If Kyle was alive, he would surely crack a joke about my being underweight and I'll throw some chips at him and…You're doing it again, I berate myself before rising from the bed. I sigh. The corners of my eyes are cracked with dried tears and I'm bleary-eyed. I would need to drum it into my subconscious that tears will not bring him back.Another sigh leaves my lips. Perhaps, taking a drive through town and maybe picking up a few things at the grocery's would help?Just maybe. So I freshen up and begin on my way down the stairs where my bodyguard is watching the TV. As soon as I land on the final few steps, he spots me and he pulls himself to his feet.I nod towards the TV. “Crime Now? Very predictable of you.”He gives me a curt smile.
DAMIANMy footsteps echo off the black granite floor polished to a high shine. The cream-colored Venetian plaster walls provide a subtle contrast, while the dark wood trim adds depth and warmth - a far cry from the state of my heart which has now gotten colder than the ice in Antarctica. I continue through the foyer, my footsteps quiet and in sync with the beat of my heart, descending to the basement where the latest captive is being held.I feel like I'm at a crossroads. Waiting. The outcome of the next few hours will determine my final decisions; if I return to my duties or if I continue to hunt. One thing is for sure; I will never rest until I feel peace within me. Else, I don't mind reducing this world to ashes for her. I would go on and on until my feet give out beneath me and my bones find their way out of my skin in exhaustion. I stop right outside the door where sounds of muffled screams meet my ears. I turn my head this way and that to get rid of the kinks in my shoulders
LILIANA The moment the sadist exits, his goons fall in line, gagging and confining me. I'm left alone with the haunting presence of the corpse. My mind begins to conjure gruesome images which amplifies my fear. Being locked in with a corpse isn't something I have gone through like I do a walk in the park. Seconds bleed into minutes and hours until I hear the door creak open once more. The men walk in and my restraints are removed. Simultaneously, my heart leaps into my throat when their boss's threats come back to haunt me. He would be in for a surprise if he thought I'd let these men have sex with me without one of them losing an organ at least. Again, my eyes flit over to where the dead man lies with a hole in his head and blood that forms a halo around his head. A shiver racks through my spine and I tear my gaze away. How did I end up in the lair of such a dangerous man? If he could kill one of his own without remorse, there is no telling what he could do to me.
DAMIAN The walk to my bedroom takes longer than usual and the rising need to get away from that she-devil comes faster than my erections at the sight of a willing woman chained to my bed. This one threatens to consume me. How can such a small woman make me lose my cool, twice in barely twenty-four hours? I muse to myself while the image of her face pops up. If I don't hear from her husband, I'd have to order her death. No one is to be spared if I don't catch the real culprits. Stellëza would be looking down at me with an upturned nose and her pouty lips curled downward in disapproval but what do I care? They touched what was mine first. I produce my phone to bark orders at my men who are still on the lookout for the rest of those killers. Their response is in the negative and it only manages to make me see more red than I have ever seen. I nearly punch a hole into my bedroom door as soon as I approach but the urge simmers down when a familiar sultry voice calls my name. W
LILIANA As I sit bound to this chair, the last person I expect to see walks in - a petite girl with a ragged doll clutched in her fingers. On her frail form is a flower-patterned dress made out of cotton which almost succeed in making her look harmless.She has a head filled with dreadlocks which blend with her caramel skin. Yet, she looks… deranged? No, unstable is the word.One of the men quickly bring a chair which they place in front of me. She mutters something to their hearing and they nod. Lowering herself to the seat, she says, “I need to go back to bed.” Her voice is barely audible. Her head, bowed. “You only have a few minutes to answer my question.” Laughter bubbles out of my throat before I think twice about it. I toss an incredulous look at the burly men situated in the corners of the room.“You all are so pathetic for dragging a little girl into your sick mess. Your boss ran away with his tail for a dick between his legs and presented me with this?” I scoff.“What n
Chapter 8LILIANAThe men go to work untying my hands and feet while shoving me this way and that without regard for the condition of my battered body. As for my face, I am certain that if I accidentally stepped into the set for “The Nun”, I would get the lead role without even trying. A soothsayer didn't need to tell me how sunken my eyeballs had become and how disgusting I looked. From pauper to palace and now to prison. A sudden fall from a place of position.“Move!” I'm shoved from behind and that is when I notice my hand and feet have been released. The door opens. When I rise to my feet I nearly teeter and fall back, save for the hand that gives me a gentle nudge forward. I grit my teeth but bite back my disgust. In silence, I'm guided out of the dingy cell into a dark and grim corridor. I keep my gaze fixed on the dirty floor. The tranquility is broken all of a sudden as labored grunts pierce the air. I look up to see a huge man, twice the size of his handlers, being for
LILIANAIt's with tasteless buds that I wake up this morning. My head feels like someone had thrown a party in it throughout the night. My body for some reason won't obey to instructions. One nostril is blocked like traffic on a Monday morning, while the other is a smooth ride to fun town. I hate the day already. After what feels like hours of willing my eyes to open, they pop open of their own accord and I scan the bedroom. Irina is nowhere to be found. “How can such a little girl be up so early while I stay here and sloth away like a snail?” I murmur, rolling until I'm laying on my stomach with my face buried into the pillow. The door opens. “Very gently, Duska.” Alice says to someone in a gentle voice. I'm too tired to look but when I do, I'm immediately thrown off by the smell of the eggs. “Good morning, Alice.” I tell her groggily.“Oh my goodness!” She gasps horrified. “You look terrible. What happened to you?” “I don't know. A truck ran me over last night?” I reply wit
DAMIANWhat should serve as comfort, brings me none. I'm tossing and turning in my bed, sighing, willing this anger swirling in my chest to disappear.I don't know how long it's been but Liliana's earlier rejection burns vivid in my mind. Running a hand through my hair, I begin to pace my bedroom. Sleep won't come, and I think I know why. Liliana rejected me. Not in an emotional outburst, nor with hesitation. Just a simple, uninterested dismissal, like one would a schoolboy who didn't matter. The last time anyone made me feel like this was with Stellëza. It's pissing me off. No one has ever turned me down like that before. Call me egoistic but it's not just my pride that took the hit—there’s something else I can't shake. And then, there is her damn request. The one that ruined the night. She wants me to send her home. She is still ignorant to the way things happen in the Bratva. How else do I make it clear to her that home means death. As long as people think I killed Genovese
LILIANA“That's surprising,” I say quietly to myself. When I open the door, there's no one else in the hallway except for Irina dressed in a pink nightdress and holding her trusty teddy bear.“I used to have my friends sleep next to me when I was at theirs. Sleeping alone will be strange for me until after a few days of settling in.”Well, she does have a point. “In that case, welcome to my room.”“Was Kristoffor here?” She blurts out without second thoughts and I have to turn around to look at the supposed little girl. “No. That's just one of my colognes.”“You share colognes now?” Her voice is tinged with delight.“Sorry to burst your bubbles but whatever you're hoping we would be will never happen. He's an a… maybe we should just go to bed.”Irina giggles. She hops on the bed, plopping down on it almost immediately. “You can say asshole. I'm not so young.”That has me curious. I walk to the balcony to slide the glass doors back into place. A delusional part of me hopes he's wait
LILIANADamian still has the painting cradled in his hands as we sit on the bench in the courtyard and talk about my leaving. I've been holed up here for close to two months and judging by the proof of my innocence, I should be a free woman.I'm still as a rock as I wait for his final verdict. Something says he won't grant me my wishes. He sets the canvas down finally, making sure to prop it by the leg of the bench before leaning back and stretching out his legs.“What you ask is very risky, Milaya. I'm afraid I cannot grant you your request.” His voice is gentle, almost belittling, like he's regarding a little child who is asking for a fifth round of cotton candy.My irritation spikes and I try to keep it on a low since clashing with him has never done either of us any good. “I don't think anything is risky about what I'm asking. It's pretty simple; let me go home. You can have your men drive me and I promise, one word won't go out.”“Sentiments has never done the Bratva a favor i
LILIANAI gather her into my arms. She doesn’t resist. I stroke her hair while whispering soft reassurances, willing her to calm down. “You’re strong, Selena, stronger than you know.”She lets out a short, derisive bark of laughter. “I don’t feel it.”“You are,” I insist firmly. “The fact that you’re still standing after all this? That’s strength.”She clings tighter, her breath coming in shaky gasps. “I want to give up.”“I know.”“I keep trying and it's just–” Another sob wracks her body. “I don’t know how much more I can take.”My hold on her tightens. “You’ll take as much as you need to, because that’s who you are. You love fiercely and fight just the same. Even when it feels impossible.”She sniffles, pulling back slightly to look at me with red-rimmed and glassy eyes. “You don’t understand. It’s not that easy.”I pause long enough to think about it, then I admit, “I don’t. Not completely. But I do know fear. I know what it’s like to be terrified of the future. Of yourself.” I ex
LILIANA A FEW HOURS AGO…The car rolls to a stop just inside the gates before Zoran cuts out the hum of the engine almost immediately. The amount of anxiety that rolls off him is contagious enough to seep into me and leave me restless. My fingers twitch against my lap as I take in the mansion looming ahead.The guards stationed outside, although trying to look composed, grip their weapons a little tighter, flinching at every crash that comes from inside the house. Beside me, Zoran exhales sharply, quickly moping his face with his palm. He gives me an apologetic look and I try to give him a smile which I fail terribly at. He looks like he wants to say something, then he shakes his head thinking better of it.With every crash that blasts through the house, he looks terrified, which is comical to me because I’ve never heard of a mafia man shaking in terror because of his woman. It’s usually the other way around. His jaw is set hard like he’s bracing himself to be hit by a storm. “You’
DAMIANAfter I send Sydney out of my office, I call in Andros who is already on his way to me. He shows me proof of my suspicion on a screen.With terse silence, I watch the clip play out and what I find makes my jaw tick and blood boil with concealed rage. It's not what I expect taken from a blurry view. The person does look awfully familiar.“How were you able to lay your hands on this?” I ask after the clip stops.“You seem to forget the plants we have in several places, Pakhan. We have advantageous views.”“So what makes you think there isn't one right now in my premises, scoping on everything I do and telling out my business?”“That’s who I just showed you, boss. He's an embarrassment to this Seemya and needs to be executed immediately.” His lips curl up in disgust at the end.My phone buzzes on the table and Sicily's name is on the screen. I don't want to pick the call but for business sake, I do. “Hello.”“Pakhan, did you see the news circulating all around in the Bratva? Gen
DAMIANBefore the crack of dawn, I slip out from the covers with great care not to wake Liliana, then I took the same route out of her bedroom. I can't believe myself after last night, revealing things without a second thought. What hold did I let her have on me that I start to lack self control? Only one person has this effect on me. Only one fucking person!“You becoming too soft, you heartless bastard.” I say to myself as I take my bath. The words don't even bring me to remorse. Instead, I'm angrier at myself and want so badly to punch the mirror.When I'm done, I don on a grey shirt leaving some buttons open and a pair of black pants, then find my way to my office where loads of work has been piled up for me since I started slacking.She's bad influence for the Seemya’s business.Halfway buried in work, the door opens and Zoran strides in. His hair is ruffled and the dark rings under his eyes tell me he's had a rough night. Not one of pleasure. I take one look at his face and I g
LILIANASomething in my hold jerks sharply, tugging me out of sleep but my eyes are too heavy to keep them awake so I fall back to sleep. It happens again, stronger this time.“Stop.” I moan, turning away from the disturbance. Stellëza. My ears pick that up. With a grogginess that keeps my body still half paralyzed, I turn my head to the sound. Moonlight spills through the open balcony windows and stretches its milky streak across Damian's tortured features. His lips tug downwards but it's not in a frown. The tear line disappearing into his hair at the crown suggests something else. I shoot up and go into a kneeling position, hovering above him. “Damian…” my voice is a little above a whisper. No response. Just more stifled moans and his jaw flexing continuously. When I touch him, his muscles are locked tight like he's fighting against some invisible force. If he continues like this… “Damian.” I try again, firmer this time. “Damian, open your eyes. It's just a dream.”That's when