_Neon After much persuasion, Meghan and Miriam, together with Ethan took the private jet to the Island. For how long they would be there, I had not specified it. But one thing I knew was that they would be safe from Damascus's paws. Meghan still believed I wanted them gone because of the articles but that was the last thing on my mind. I didn't care about all the lies they were spreading. When I met Meghan, she was not a hooker and that was all that mattered. I also knew that Adelita was behind the leaking of Ethan's photos from the house but Meghan didn't need to know all that. There were far more pressing issues to handle at the moment. For one, Damascus was a person and not a place I went to. He wanted guns, I was not willing to supply them. And because of that, threats were made, threats that I'm certain would be carried out soon. I paced the living room floor of the penthouse, my visitor was supposed to have arrived by now but knowing him, he was most likely flirting with th
_Neon My Uncle walked into my office without knocking, making me look up from my desk. The man was in his forties but he didn't look a day past thirty. That was part of the charm and the fact that he knew how to dress well. It was no wonder women were falling over their heads to be in his bed. He was a good-looking man."That is something only you can do," I said and looked at his jovial face, I was trying to read the real expression on his face. But his face didn't sell out anything. With him it was hard to tell, he seemed to be in the best of moods even when the world was crumbling around him. "Who is that young thing outside your door?" He pointed to the door, and I was genuinely surprised it had taken him this long."Sylvia?" I asked, acting puzzled by his sudden question, knowing very well, Sylvia was a woman and my uncle was a man, who could smell the female scent from a mile away. Even if Sylvia had been tugged away in her office instead of her desk outside my door, my uncle
_Meghan When I woke up, the sun was out and my eyes instantly went to the armchair in the corner of the room, but it was empty. Neon had already left. I pulled the covers over my head and indulged myself with some snippets of the memories from last night. I sighed. I wanted to close my eyes and go back. Last night things truly shifted for us. It felt like I was crawling inside his skin and he was inside mine. Although I didn't know what was the next stage for us, I believe we had reached it. Whatever it was. When my foot hit the floor next to my bed. I winced, I didn't remember ever being this sore except for the first time. But this was some delicious kind of sore. I made it to the ensuite on wobbly legs and ran myself a bath. I took my time in the warm water, tracing the small bruises on my thighs and stomach with a gentle hand. The marks on my neck were visible to anyone with eyes. I sat in the warm bath until the water turned cold. When I was satisfied that I was presentabl
_Meghan "Hello, Meghan." The man extended his hand."My name is Ludovic Petrov. I'm Neon's uncle." I nodded and looked at the floor, not sure of what I was supposed to say to him. I didn't feel comfortable looking at him. He had the same twinkle in his eyes as Neon. I had already mistaken him to be Neon already, I felt if I stared long enough, I might sink lower into my hell. "Who shot him?" I didn't know why, but at least I felt like I deserved that much."Business deal gone wrong, Meghan, I wanted to tell you how sorry I am that this has happened to you and Ethan.""Thank you." I had not realized that I was standing in the center of the room without any real direction as to where I was headed when I felt an arm gently pulling me to a couch nearby. "I'm sorry for your loss too." I finally said. "I just wanted to personally deliver the news, as you might know, The burial will take place in St. Petersburg. With only close friends and family.""Russia?" What was I? A close friend,
_Ludovic Neon had done Meghan no justice when he tried to explain her beauty in words. I was taken by surprise when she walked into the room. She was shaken by what she heard but no amount of grief could hide away her beauty. She was a tiny thing with curves in all the right places. My first instinct was to take her in my arms and never let her go. Now I knew why my nephew had been prepared to hide her from the world, including his family. She deserved a castle, far away from everyone and everything. Hell, I could have paid a million pounds to drag her away from that job as a stripper, she was too delicate to have other men ogling at her all night for their filthy thoughts.For a moment she seemed taken aback when her eyes met mine and I knew what must have terrified her. It was obvious Neon had never told her about how funny we all looked. If she had been in st. Petersburg and found all of the Petrov men in one room, she would he would ran for the hills. We called it the defective
_Meghan The following day I felt worse than I had in the last few days. Ludovic had gone back to London, which was a great relief as well because I just wanted to be in bed all day. He was a nice man, and he seemed like a caring Uncle but his clone-like features to Neon made me uncomfortable most of the time. My mind knew that it was not Neon but all my other organs didn't seem to grasp this little concept. As a result, they responded strangely to his presence. Grief was a funny thing. I took a long bath and washed my hair. Now my sole responsibility was to Ethan, I tried to cheer myself up but I didn't know how things would go in st. Petersburg. but from dealing with the Dosters, I knew that rich people were a hard gang to please. After getting dressed, I remembered that I hadn't responded to Alicia's texts that she had been sending me since the story came out. I realized I had been selfish to shut her out again the second time. But I couldn't remember when last I saw my phone.
-Meghan The flight to Russia was long but I could not bring myself to fall asleep and miss anything. Miriam was sitting with Ethan, who had been restless the whole flight over here. I felt sticky and stiff, I wanted to shower and change. When the private landed at the airstrip, two cars were already waiting for us.A man in black came to welcome us and motioned for us to get in the waiting cars. Miriam and Ethan were ushered into the first car. And it quickly sped away, leaving me dump-funded at what just happened. He then opened the door of the second car and I climbed in at the back. “Welcome to Russia. I hope your flight was to your liking.” I turned to find Ludovic already in the car. Happy to find a familiar face, after a week on the Island, wondering if he had changed his mind about us coming over, I smiled at him. “I thought you were still in London.” He looked at me as if to force a smile but it did not reach his eyes. “I was, but I had to organize things this side.” He
The tension in the car turned into a living thing. I could see Ludovic's jaw clench as he looked at his sister-in-law. "What are you doing here, Adelita?" I was surprised by the giggles that wanted to bubble up at his question, only if he knew that was the same question I had been asked. It seemed everyone was curious to find out what everyone was here for, what did people think we came to a funeral to do, dance on top of the grave?"I just buried my husband, Ludovic. The least you could do is offer me your condolences."He let out a snorting sound. "For the real reason you are here, Adelita. The reading will be done first thing tomorrow morning. Be at the family home by eight sharp." He said ignoring her pretense of being hurt. Her eyebrow shot up to her hairline, Adelita was a beautiful woman but the longer you looked at her, one could easily see, that she had had a lot of work done on her. At least I still had youth on my side. "Excuse me." I got off from the car and stood outsid