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FIFTY-NINE.
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Little Bird SIXTY.
“Th… that was Andreis’ brother in the van…” she stammers with tears in her eyes that are filled to the brim with terror. “They are coming. They are here to get their revenge.”Eles’ body is trembling uncontrollably as her terror-filled eyes dart around the salon.“Andrei as in your ex-husband slash Bratva, Andrei?” I ask her as I rub my hands up and down the sides of her arms, which are now plagued with goosebumps.Unable to speak, she nods her head.“Fuck…” I mutter, looking out of the salon windows. “We need to get out of here, and you are coming with me. If they knew you were coming to the salon, that means they will most likely hit the mansion next.”Taking her by the hand, I pull her along behind me and as we exit the salon, Holden takes one look at us and pushes off the SUV. He flicks his cigarette and rushes towards us as he tears his shades from his face.“What happened?” He asks in a dark tone, drawing his gun from behind his back.“The Bratva…” Ele replies in a nonchalant t
Little Bird SIXTY-ONE.
We all standstill, silent and shell shocked at what is unfolding before our very eyes. There is no denying that there is crazy chemistry between Wicked and Ele. All the thoughts of them not being compatible go out the window. A light moan filled with desire departs Eles’ opened lips as her tongue swipes across Wickeds’ lower lip right before she bites down on it She lifts her hands, and she shoves him away. Stumbling back three feet, caught off guard, Wicked snarls, touching his lower lip with a look of rage blazing in his green irises. “You fucking bitch!” Wicked growls, looking at his fingers that have a splash of blood tainting them. Ele violently wipes her hand across her mouth, then spits at Wickeds’ feet with disgust. “You will live to regret stealing a kiss that didn’t belong to you, Wicked Ripley.” She hisses as she straightens her spine. “My last set of words weren’t for you to prove me wrong.” A sinister chuckle vibrates from Wickeds’ chest as he combs his fingers t
Little Bird SIXTY-TWO.
ACE.I follow Holden and Royce down to the wine cellar, standing back as they tie him down to the metal chair screwed into the middle of the room. Wicked tries to fight both Holden and Royce off, and he manages to land a few good punches before he slumps in his chair, giving up.Dipping his head with his chin touching his chest, Wicked glares up at me through his long lashes, snarling at me like a deranged animal.“Leave us,” I order once they have secured Wicked in the chair. “And close the door on your way out, then make your way to the front of the Club. Holden, you watch the front door and Royce, stand guard by my office door.”“Yes, Mr. Ripley,” they reply in unison, taking the stairs two at a time.“One day, I pray, I will understand why you have done this to me.” Wicked sneers, slashing through the tension in the room.“I didn’t deliberately do this to hurt you, Wicked.”“Bullshit.” Wicked hisses maliciously and stomps his foot against the ground, giving the impression that he
Little Bird SIXTY-THREE.
Sitting on the edge of Aces’ desk with my arms folded across my chest, I stare at Ele slouching in her seat as she plays with the tips of her hair and refusing to meet my gaze.“I know you might not want to hear this, but it needs to be said. You aren’t safe at the mansion with Theo any more, and it’s apparent his henchmen aren’t going to protect you either.” I say in a stern tone, sighing at the end when I see her cringe.I can visibly witness the adrenaline leaving her body as she silently trembles before me.I can also sense how terrified she is of the Bratva and she has every reason to feel like her head is being held underwater as she struggles to grasp onto her escaping breath that is slowly sucking the life out of her fragile body.I find it difficult to comprehend her past and hesitate to delve deeper into it. I fear that uncovering something unsettling may forever haunt me, not only as her friend but also as a woman. I am aware that Andrei used to derive pleasure from physic
Little Bird SIXTY-FOUR.
ACE. I slowly make my way out of the storage room that is filled with barrels of Delilah. Ismail wasn’t kidding when he said that he ordered a shitload. I just wish I was as confident in the drug as he is. Sure, Delilah has been circling the floors of my clubs for the past two nights now, and they are selling like hotcakes. True to his word, there is no comedown, and the high only lasts for a few hours before it slowly begins to wear off. The private rooms have been fully booked with multitudes of people coming and leaving after their sexcapades. I’ve had to keep my cleaning crews on all night, giving them pay rises with extra benefits they can’t turn down. It’s hard finding a prominent crew that takes pride in their work and executes their duties every time without fail. I swear the floors and walls have never looked so shiny that I can almost see my reflection in them. It’s just that niggling little feeling in the back of my conscience that won’t let me rest. Reminding me that
Little Bird SIXTY-FIVE.
I can’t stop my body from trembling as I silently pray to the heavens that I don’t crash and kill us all. Stupid adrenaline rush. I don’t know why, but I felt like I was in a movie and I wanted to be the heroine. When Royce got shot, I jumped into action and now here I am, behind the wheel, driving like a street racer in the film: The Fast & Furious. Thank fuck backup is here and multiple vehicles move to box us in. I try to keep the Audi that now looks like a moving target at the same speed as the other vehicles. I try not to look in the rearview mirror to see what chaos is going on behind us. I can only imagine it looking like a scene from the movie, too. “You are doing so well, Little Bird. I am in fucking awe of you right now.” Ace says over the sound of gunshots being fired. “Just a little longer, then you can pull over.” I nod my head, unable to verbally respond as I fully concentrate on the road ahead of us. The sound of a car ploughing into a ditch and then bursting into
Little Bird SIXTY-SIX.
ACE.My Little Bird has remained silent during the drive home. Many times, I wanted to pull over and wrap my large arms around her body and whisper in her ear that everything would be okay and that I vow, our tomorrow is promised.But being out in the open, I couldn’t risk it for I don’t know how many, or worse, who it is that wants us dead. I know I have pissed off Theodore Drakos, The Serbs and for all I know, Olivia Black could be behind the hit.Shit…The Bratva could be behind it too.After all, it was Amelia who stopped them from getting their hands on Ele.Either way, I will find out when we get home and I will make them suffer.In the harsh realm of the Mafia and organized crime, vulnerability is an amenity that I simply cannot afford. Amelias’ safety is paramount, and I’m not about to risk it just to reassure her that I won’t let anything happen to her.My mind drifts as I grip the steering wheel tightly, imagining myself emptying my clip into their fucking chests as I wat
Little Bird SIXTY-SEVEN.
As I walk into the villa, I remove my shoes and carry them up the staircase with me. I free my hair from the clutches of my hair tie and make it halfway up the stairs before I hear my mother calling my name.“Amelia, darling…” Her voice is gentle, filled to the brim with unsaid emotions that I can somehow sense.I slowly pivot, dropping my shoes the moment our gazes collide, I run down the stairs and throw my arms around her neck when I reach the bottom.“Mama…” I whisper, gulping back the tears threatening to stain my cheeks with grief.My mother wraps her arms around my body, crushing me to her as she runs her fingers through my hair. “It’s okay, my beautiful darling girl. You are safe… you are safe…”It takes everything in me not to break down into a blubbering mess in her embrace. We survived, managing to escape unscathed, physically. So why do I feel like an emotional wreck?“Are you okay?”The sound of my father's voice has me pulling back from my mother, and I stare at him be
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