"Oh look, a welcome home committee," Niko drawls with his funny wit that knows no bounds."Take him," I growl unhappily, swiping that stupid fucking look right off his face.I watch, amused, as Mass clamps his large hand around his bicep, and I hate that Niko doesn't fight an inch.That's a sure sign of fucking guilt right there."What are you doing? Where are you taking him?" Emma asks with confusion.She takes two tentative steps inside the house, watching Niko walk alongside Mass."Luca?" She looks at me."How does it feel, Emma?" I question, barely holding onto my anger."How does what feel?" she asks with an open mouth and wide eyes."Don't play coy with me, wife!" I snarl."Is this about me escaping? Because if it is, I have no shits to give, Luca. I shouldn't have gone without telling you, but you shouldn't have trapped me inside like some bird with no wings—" she tells me, moving to walk behind me.I glance around, noting all of my men have disappeared, which is a good thing.
EmmaThe dimly lit bathroom felt like a maze as I stood still, desperately trying to push away the fear that threatened to engulf me. I extend my arms with cautious, trembling hands to map out the familiar layout. The tips of my fingers grazed the cool, tiled walls, guiding me with tentative reassurance as I found the door.Grabbing the handle, I try again to open the door, but it's useless. Deep down, I know that. I heard the locks slide into place, threatening to take my sanity with them.I'm truly trapped, at his mercy.I visualized the space in my mind's eye. The shower cubicle stands to my left, while the solidity of the bath is to my right. The vanity unit, adorned with its familiar array of toiletries, will be nestled against the wall that houses the door.Seeking solace, I step back, allowing my eyes to adjust to the dimness. The back of my body contacts the shower cubicle door, making me feel the need to ground myself. Collapsing to the floor, I struggle to control my rapid,
It's one thing my husband locking me up but to drug my sister?That's overstepping a damned line.Its anger now coursing through me, but Anna gasped once again, reaching for something on the bed. I watch her pick up A4 pieces of paper, her eyes appraising whatever it is that she's looking at."Oh, Emma!" She cries. "How could you?""What?!" I mutter, walking Bianca and I over to her in a panic.She's holding a multitude of images of Niko and me.He's caging me into the bar as Luca had described, but from the camera's point of view, it looks as if we're embraced in a kiss. Niko's hands are all over me. And myownhand finds its way to the back of his neck as if I'm holding him to me while we embrace.I swallow loudly, getting a look from both Anna and Bianca."That isn't what it looks like—.""Said every cheater going," my sister snorts with disbelief."Bianca," I cry.She looks at me with wide eyes that, this close-up, I can see is bloodshot. She nods, looking from me back to the pictur
LucaThe walk from my bedroom is more complex than I thought. The look of horror and disappointment in Emma's eyes was already plaguing me just as much as her crying words as she begged me not to leave her alone in the dark bathroom.Am I overreacting?Is there more to this than meets the eye?Surely not, as my father says, coincidence is not a factor in our life.But even with that said, I struggle to put one foot in front of the other as that niggling voice tries to convince me otherwise."I don't know whether I should shoot you now or have my fun before I end your fucking life," I mutter as I walk into the cell that Mass and Enry are holding Niko in.Unbelievably, Niko dares to look at me with confusion, believing that faking through this encounter is his best bet."Why am I down here? Where's Emma?" He asks, looking behind as if he's expecting her to jump out and reveal something, anything."Emma is none of your concern, Niko."He chuckles, throwing his head back as the sound reve
Isn't it funny that both my second and third stated the same thing within the space of an hour?Am I really isolating Emma from me?Is my behaviour such a shock to her system?I can't sit and believe that not after she turned into a complete stranger at the hands of our fathers. And don't get me wrong when I say that it's clear to see she was trained for a reason.Emma's not the naive child I once doted on. She's complex, dangerous and an unknown entity to me now.It hasn't slipped me by that I know nothing of the woman I married.Niko shrugs as I glance back at him from the corner of my eye as I slip the knuckle dusters over my fingers. I keep my hand hidden before me, my back to the bastard. "Mass, hold him for me, will you?""'Course," he agrees, even if feebly. "How loud will you scream, Niko? How many men will you send a message to? How many men do you believe will take their chance just as you have despite the death count hitting five now?""You'll lose them too, Luca, just as
EmmaAfter seeing the incriminating photos back in the bedroom, my heart races with the need to protect Niko at all costs.I grab my knife and strap it to my ankle, and I'm about ready to fall into hand-to-hand combat with Luca if needs must. But I hope it doesn't come to that.Racing through the house in a sprint, I note the angry stares of a few of Luca's men, but they don't stop me as I walk down the stairs leading to the house's base level, the cold seeping into me instantly. My anxiety about the past haunts me, and memories surface just as quickly as I blink the days spent below my father's home in the name of training.I can't dwell on the past, not now, not when Niko's in grave danger for no good reason because of me. God knows how much time has passed and how much time Luca has had to do whatever he deemed fit in the name of punishment. I can't explain it, but there's something pulling me to protect him, to ensure his safety despite the fact that I barely know him.Bianca stop
"What did you do?" I ask as Niko over-talks me."Get out, queen. Let us men fight; it'll all blow over soon enough.""You don't understand... the pictures. They've manipulated them to look as if you were...kissing me," I whisper. My words burn my tongue as Luca watches with keen interest. My body gravitates forward, placing itself in front of Niko as if I were the shield to save his life."Manipulated, or showing the truth?" Luca asks."He wouldn't touch me like that," I gasped. "You heard what Mass said, he's my brother—."Luca assesses me as Niko leans up and onto his feet. Suddenly, I'm flung behind him, his body covering me as he staggers forward unsteadily."So it's true?" Luca's voice changes. He seems somewhat resigned, a flicker of uncertainty filtering through his gaze as he assesses whether I'm lying.Once, he would have known if I were lying by just looking at me, but it seems I've mastered fooling him, and it seems he's still deciding whether I am telling the truth.Sadnes
EmmaWe struggle despite Niko trying to aid Bianca and me in getting him up the stairs. He's a dead weight and is moaning far too much with every movement.I worry about his organs and his blood loss, but I have to grit my teeth and concentrate on the task at hand.Eventually, we get him up the dark stairs and into the lower level of Luca's home. He half-limps there as Bianca and I shoulder some of his weight to his office. Luckily it isn't far from the basement door because he's a wall of fucking weight despite being a lean man."Stay here with him whilst I find Anna," I stipulate to Bianca as he falls into his bed dramatically. Her eyes widen with fear, but I ignore the niggling feeling and turn to leave. "Wait—." She calls after me as I reenter his office, hoping to look for Anna."What is it, Bianca?""Are you sure you'll be safe out there...by yourself?" She asks with deep interest."I'll be fine; go watch him. Please?"She huffs but nods anyway and then turns back and walks i
Continued:"Majority should rule, no?" I frown."If only that's how it worked. Elders still have a say, and Dimitri won't go against those he worked alongside. I hate to tell you, but the men he worked closely with hold a place in his heart. Dimitri is nothing if not loyal to those who served him and alongside him.""So where do I fit into this and Bianca?""Dimitri might seem like a, ah, what do you English call it? A vicious man, but he's honestly just living up to the man his father wished him to be. Like me, you are Dimitri's good deed. A way into the pearly gates if they are indeed real. He's kept you close because he feels the need to protect you. Same for the girl, Dimitri takes the blame for her father's death, and now he has given her to you and you to her as a way to make amends.""It's a forced marriage," I spit in disbelief."A convenient forced marriage that has brought you happiness you would never have allowed yourself, you mean? I'm sure the girl was the same, and that
NikoWe exit very slowly and cautiously, holding our weapons out to protect us and ensuring we move with precision to best protect our lives as we both take opposite sides in an attempt to cover the front of us.Luckily, no one's around, or at least it seems that way as we remain quiet and assessing."Okay, talk to me, Sven," I sigh as I let my guard down enough to move out of the doorway so Sven could close it behind us. The chill of the night air hits my naked skin, causing me to shiver."I shouldn't," he tells me before pulling out a smoke for himself. He lights it and then offers me the box, holding it open as I take one for myself. Passing me the lighter, I smirk before I take it and light up the smoke, inhaling the nicotine with fervour. It quite literally feels like I've been starved of nicotine of late."We can do this the easy way—.""I've worked for Dimitri since before his father passed over his title. I was just a lowly orphan with no family after the previous Don took my
Continued: "We're going outside," he tells me quietly, almost as if he's speaking numbly. It's as if he knows I'm going to object, yethe's not going tochange his mind. "You won't change your mind, will you?" "We have no choice. I need to make a plan, and I need information before we make any decisions." "Then you should know she was here with Benji. I don't know why, but he was here for her," I reveal, reaching inside my bra to bring the piece of paper out. I slip it into his hand, and he frowns. "You won't be long?" I ask. "I'll be as quick as I can, Bee." With that, he kissed me tenderly before passing me one of his guns, and then he encouraged me back to the sofa, which was the most uncomfortable chair I had ever sat on in my life. And then he and Sven left through the door we entered through. I watched Alexandra with keen interest as she shook herself and the chair she sat on when the door showed her the route to freedom. "Are you in a relationship with him?" I asked,
BiancaSo we're in hiding, great, except for the fact that there's no food or much water and only one bedroom come living area, leaving us with the only option but to share space with one another.That first hour was filled with tense silence. We sat in a circle, staring at one another as we judged each other.I guess none of us had a clue of what to say, leaving the only sounds coming from Alexandra as she hissed annoyance at being tied to another chair while simultaneously trying to release herself. She couldn't, of course. Sven ensured she wasn't able to breathe, let alone escape. Soon, though, the trivia of being trapped down here had me wandering around the space as I paced back and forth in an attempt to kill my anxiety. And my movement had first Sven agitated and then Alexandra."You'll have to surface at some point; they'll be waiting," she tells me. Or at least she looks to me as she speaks. It's as if she's solely talking to me, yet she never actually addressed me. Anxiet
Continued:"No, I'm here. Right where I should be. I'm here for you, Bianca. Only you.""You can't heal these ugly parts of me," she tells me desperately, but I hear more than her telling me something. I listen to her convincing herself she can't be healed. She's so wrong."I don't care; I accept them. I accept all of you, Bee.""Why?" she asks in a quiet and frightened tone. Her disbelief is flavoursome, and I hate it. I think long and hard about my answer, but it comes down to one thing. "Because I can," I tell her with a look that I hope transpires everything I'm not saying.Because I love you should have been the words that left my mouth, but it's the wrong time to say such things, especially when the feeling is so new and appeared so quickly that even I'm tripping over this emotion I've run from all my life."I'm ugly, horribly ugly inside, Niko.""And I'll love those ugly parts just the same; now, do you want to talk about it or save that conversation for later?"She looks ast
NikoSven and I meticulously strip what little clothing Alexandra had on, but we find nothing that could account for a tracking device.Even so, we check every crevice of her body and still come up empty-handed before replacing the clothing to give her some sense of decency. If I'm honest, I tackle the task with indifference, but in honesty, I feel sick to my stomach doing such a task. At first, she shook like a leaf, but her true identity showed itself when her quivering lip turned into a malicious smile when we realised she didn't have an evident tracking device."Perhaps you should look elsewhere," she sneered at me with enough malice to prove she's gone entirely fucking rogue. This is not the woman I remember; she sure isn't the loved-up woman who followed Mitchels every word. "I should kill you now, leave your dead body for them to find. Perhaps that would leave the message that I'm not to be played with," I hiss back with equal fervour, but I knew I was only playing into her g
Continued:My entrance is dramatic, and I twist my ankle. Barely containing the yelp of pain as hands steady me. "Careful," Niko warns as his hands grab my shoulders. Righting me, he strokes my cheek and kisses my forehead. Then he leaves me, moving for Alexandra, who is sitting on one of the kitchen stalls in the middle of the kitchen. I watch Niko closely tie her to the stall, ensuring her hands and legs are immobile.I'm itching to turn every light off and cut out all light for anyone searching for something to guide their way here, to me.The seconds tick by until he's finished, and I slap every light switch to swamp us in darkness when he begins to stand."Bee?" He questions me as the house falls into darkness. The silence around us stretches out only as far as Alexandra's laugh allows. She knows, god, she knows that they're coming. "Isaw lightout at sea," I whisper to Niko. "She's guiding them here. I'm sure of it!" I tell him desperately, knowing he probably won't believe m
BiancaThings are escalating so quickly, and I'm at a complete loss for words. I don't know what to do with the information safely stowed away in my bra. It is burning my skin. It's begging me to reveal it, knowing deep down that we need to acknowledge the fact that a Densel was seemingly working against one of their own with the likes of another man's wife, who just so happens to be one of the top three rulers of our kind.I'm sure Niko could make more heads over the tail of it himself, but I don't want to give away the game for Alexandra only to win with the upper hand. Because she knows, she knows what Benji was doing there, and she might be the fucking key for the downfall headed our way. Now, whether Benji is the one she is hinting at or if she is hinting at Mitchel is above me right now.Anxiety rolls through me, and a sixth sense begs me to accept the truth. They were working together, but for what and why? And more importantly, who?So, I defer. I accused her of cheating des
Continued: Sighing and gritting my teeth in annoyance, I begin to unbutton my shirt in a hurry. Shifting it off my shoulders, I hold it out to Alexandra with a stern look of annoyance, willing her to take it without saying thank you. Sven chuckles from the back of the boat. He's far enough away that his chuckle comes at me quietly, but I hear it anyway as I make eye contact with him. He never did appreciate having morals. "Thank you," Alexandra eagerly takes my shirt, wrapping it around herself, proving she was trying her damned hardest to conceal the fact she was indeed very cold. I train my gaze away from her lack of attire, aware that my staring might well upset Bianca, and I far from want to create that distance between us. Not after we've come so far in our relationship. "I think you need to start talking, Alexandra," I finally demand with a low undertone, my voice as menacing as I can make it. I want to instil as much fear as I can to successfully seek the answers I need. Bu