I am currently in a luxurious hotel room owned by me. But all I could feel was the desperate longing. But I don't know what the longing is for.
Maybe for the family. Maybe for friendship. Maybe for love.
I smiled. Love? That is a word that shouldn't be in my life. It was never there and I didn't and don't want to expect now either. I believe love is just an illusion. It changes for every person every minute. Love is untrustworthy. Yet everyone wants to feel that illusion and live in it.
My karma. It is pathetic to even think about love. Maybe I don't really deserve love. I don't deserve kindness. I don't deserve to be understood. I don't deserve compassion. It is for maybe for some people. I'm not meant to get those. I think God created me while th
Third point of viewRuby cried for herself that night. She never thought of herself as a monster but the things she has to do and the things in her past make her think. It was fucking hard for her. The pain and betrayal can never be forgotten. It may be gone but the nightmarish memories never stop her from reminiscing the past and feeling the deep cut of betrayal again and again like a clash to the heart multiple times leaving her bare for the darkness to consume. It was all too much for her. But she continued like it didn't bother crumbling into pieces.The Garcia mansion was utterly quiet for a few minutes before the sounds of growls and punches thrown at the wall were heard. They could never forget the words they said to their little sister. They could never forget the pain they brought on her. And the fact is they d
Adrian RussoThe bangs of the gun were heard as I silently made my way to the underground tunnel where those bastards were heard. I was the pakhan (boss or capo) of the Russian Mafia yet I felt no pride in it. But as the CEO of the company "HOPE", I felt immense pride in it. Though it's just the occupation there is a lot of difference in it. One is the occupation I love while the other is something I never thought I have to become or would become. Everything is like something I don't understand.Things happen even if we like it or not.Being the pakhan of the Russian Mafia is not easy. Th
Ruby's POVIt's been three days since I came to Russia and it has been almost two days since I last made a deal with her. My plan is ready to set in motion and I have to tell her now. Funny how life works.So, I decided to go to her office today again. As soon as I entered the building, all the staff were silent and shot me curious glances while some continued their work without a bother. And when I glared at all the people that looked at me, they immediately turned away shuffling on their feet. I let an evil smirk on my face as I slowly walked to her office.The moment I opened the door with a bang, 'death sentence' shot me a bored look before again going back to her work.Bitch.There is a reason why I liked her. I didn't give her any attention either as I made myself sit on the comfortable sofa available on the corner and opened my phone and scrolled for ne
I took a deep breath to begin my own story. It is not because she has told me what happened in her life. Neither is it because I feel forced to open myself. It is mostly because I want to have a hope to continue this life.What she said is true. We feel a certain type of connection and I want to grasp it before it can be taken also. There is a reason I wanted to work with her. It is not because Dimitri had said to me that she has the information I need. I could have got the information in many other ways that I know. But when I looked it into her that looked blank to the world I could see the same pain that I have. It is invisible but it is still there.After all, not all things can be seen. Some are invisible and sometimes not all the seen things are true.Those will bring many differences and misunderstandings.I want to tell her because I want to open up. I said to myself to be
Pain That is just the beginning. I don't even know how she would take the information I'm going to spew right now. Well, you wouldn't know unless you see it…….. right? "The torture continued like for years. It started when I was ten years old. Whenever my mom was sober she would cry and hug saying sorry repeatedly. I couldn't even comprehend what is going on. She used to try." I said to her. I know my eyes must be blank. Showing my emotions is difficult for me. Whenever I feel vulnerable with others I immediately close up in fear of rejection. I fear that they don't accept me because of my past. "She used to really try to not come addicted. But every fucking time she tries and I begin to hope that bastard used to drug her again and she is back to that phase again. It was fucking torture to see her like that. The thing that pained me the most is seeing her like that more than the abuse I had gone throu
Memories and reality And that is where he came. Just thinking about him is enough to bring a smile to my face. "He came like a guardian angel. One moment I was on the edge point. Just a second away from dying and the next moment I was in his arms sobbing like a baby as he cradled like one whispering sweet things to me. I sobbed to the point of the unconsciousness. I just let it all out. The years of abuse, rape and live with drug dealers. I just let it all out. I didn't even care that he is a stranger to me. In that one moment when I was in his I felt comforted, I felt safe, I felt protected and that is enough for me to let it all out. His shirt is wet from my tears. He didn't ask me why. He didn't scold me. He didn't shout at me. He, instead, did the opposite." I said to her. For a moment, remembering everything made me believe like that. I want that. I want to be in his arms again. For a momen
Meeting him again "So, we have to meet the Russian mafia leader?" She asked softly but still shocked. Her tears are dried totally and her sobs subsided even though she looked like shit. My lips almost curved up at her. No one saw her like this. She is either scowling and shouting at others and now she looked like a soft teddy bear to me. Sometimes pain makes you close up. And she did the same. I could understand. "Adrian Russo?" She prodded when I didn't answer. This time I really smiled and it was not one of malice, amused or smirking, it is a genuine smile that came from my heart. Under all those blank expressions, she is a little girl who is lost in the world. Innocent, torn. Destroyed. But she has a future unlike me. And she deserves that. She deserves happiness and a better future. And I know she would get that one day. Just a little bit of more patience is needed. Our pain may bond us. But we decided
GriefI scowled at her."You already know him? You should have said to me when I asked you first when I even told you the plan or at least when I told you that we had to meet him. At least when called you pea sized brain." I scowled at her, lifting my hands in exasperation. And then I kept my hands on my hips as I glared at her which didn't even scare her one bit. Instead, she looked smug like a fox with a smirk on her face that I really want to rub right now.And she actually has the audacity of waving me off without any concerns. That bitch. My scowl only deepened more."Listen, I tried to say to you, okay? And if I say it at first, where is the fun there?" She asked, to which I glared more. If a glare could kill, I know she would at least be four feet down on the earth. Knowing her, I know she would glare at the earth to get up or she would kill the earth too and when she finally did, she would sm
Back to New York "YOU ARE COMING WITH US?" I shouted like a mad woman at Adrian and that caught the attention of all my brothers who were already inside the plane and doing something fun. At least that's what they thought. "Yes. Isn't it already obvious?" My dearest best friend replied back to me before stone, an emotionless man could even open his mouth. "I don't think someone shot you near your eyes and anyway, come on. It's already late." She continued.This girl. If only I could kick her right now. Somehow to my utter nonsurprise, my brothers agreed with statement of reasoning instead of her. And they really didn't appreciate the obvious joke meant on my injuries. And I didn't give much of an interest to it as my attention was captured by the man who stood near the steps waiting to go in if not for the sarcastic words exchanged between my younger elder brothers who were not mature enough and Iris who acts like she is mature. And I just ignored the words as they only make me laug
One weekThe worst week of my life. Literal worst.Being in a hospital is different. But being in a hospital for one week along with iris, my brothers, and sometimes even Adrian is like hell. Whenever Adrain could talk to me, my brothers would interrupt and talk about something else. But in a way, it was fun too. Every time they interrupted him there would be a look on his face that made me burst out laughing. And I did once until everyone, even the nurse who was changing bandages, looked at me like I got a disorder in my brain or something like that. But he still stayed. Most of the time, he used to work on his computer. And every time I see him work, I would be worried about his health. And then I would ask iris to get my computer, so I could work too- with my left arm, only to get glares around me. Somehow, when I was gone, Mason said to them where and what I worked. At first, Ethan was surprised and shocked but then he was eager to visit my company. Especially the cars one. And I
Normalcy The next I woke up from my sleep, the room filled with sunlight. All the others were already up and eating their breakfasts with ease. Even Iris was eating and talking with Olivia. They seem connected like friends. Friendship at first sight. I groaned as I woke up. I couldn't move a muscle as everything was in pain. And then I noticed Adrian. He was seated on the sofa working on something on his computer. No one noticed me at first. Mason was also eating his breakfast, thinking about something. He was really deep, like deep deep in thoughts. And I know it because I know he and Adrian would be the first ones to notice I'm awake and Adrian is working, so his concentration must be there and mason was deep in his thoughts. Our talk in the early morning must have worked out. I am gonna give them another chance. This seems so unreal to me. Looking at all of them peacefully eating. All my loved ones were here except George and Melanie. This seemed like a dream except for the pain
Another chance They were still there when I woke up. The sky was still dark and I adjusted myself to see the time. It was 3:00 a.m. If not the nightmares, then another thing, but I always wake up at this time. What has my life come to? Definitely not good. Iris was sleeping on the sofa. This hospital is looking more like a private room. It is not the same one that I woke up from. This bed is comfortable and there is a seven seater sofa and a single sofa on both of sides, wooden chairs, table, T.V and another small bed which Olivia slept on. Mason was beside my bed, sleeping on the chair which looked uncomfortable. Sebastian is near my legs, he is also sleeping on the chair. There is a water bottle on my right side on the stand. My stomach hurts like hell and the headache is also coming back. I tried to reach my hand in order to take the bottle but instead ended up wincing in pain. A note to my brain, a bullet wound hurts like hell.
Apologies "Okay" I'm foolish. I turned to iris, pleading with her with my eyes and confirming what I said was true. I know she wouldn't want to believe because truthfully I don't want to believe what I just said also. Mason said 'please' and I was back to being the dog that I used to be. But other than that I know I needed to do it. It is not for just me. If I'm living, I have to start again. I am done being played at, and always drowning in guilt. I want a fresh start and thinking about everything that is happening and coming to a closure is a better start for starting my life again. A new beginning. I promised Elijah. "Please, iris. I have to do this." I told her. She faltered. Maybe because she saw the determination on my face. Or the burning sadness for my past. I'm done with crying and sadness and maybe she understood that. What I learned abo
Pain levels"Hello to you too. Nice to see you after so much time." I told them.My brothers didn't think of responding but Olivia started crying."I-i am so sorry ruby. I'm sorry." She started."Please don't give her any emotional trauma currently. She needs rest. She has a concussion and if I am right she is in deep pain. Am I right?" One of the doctors intervened."Yes. But it is light. I think it's like that because I had a lot of experience with pain and I think. Well, you know." I confessed."Is she okay, doctor? Is it normal to feel like that?" Mason asked"That depends on how much experience one has had with pain. Your brain will take as much pain as you can bear and then it will switch off all higher functions. I know of no one who has ever died from too much pain, in and of itself. There are drugs which have been used by interro
Hello"She will be okay. She lost so much blood and possibly will be awake in forty two hours." A male voice resounded."Forty two hours?" An angry male voice which sounded very familiar almost like Ethans resounded.We're they with me? I think I'm in hell then. They were illusions maybe."Yes. Forty two hours. She lost a lot of blood along with a head injury and she got shot in the arm and stomach. You should be thankful that she is not dead. We did our best." A male voice responded again. It was calm, unlike Ethans.However, this conversation didn't seem to start nor end here as the shouts of panic rose. There were a few curse words exchanged by the voices that sounded too familiar. Like my siblings. God, I hope they are not here.And that was my last thought before darkness clouded me again.*the next day*"W
Getting shotRuby's POV"So, this is the hacking room?" I asked Adrian. It least brought him back to earth from his thoughts even though he didn't answer the question."Hello, back to earth. This is the hacking room?" I asked once again as I snapped my fingers in front of his eyes to bring him back before pointing in that direction where the glittering, bold letters were written as 'Hacking room' in an elegant way."Yes," he answered. "This is the hacking room. So many members work here. And you still haven't told me why you have asked me to bring you to the hacking room." He asked me.I ignored him. I devised a plan which I really pray to God, that it did work. Though, I am foolish to think praying to God would have helped in my situation as I always love to keep myself in danger and danger always loves to follow me. That type of love sometimes and many much more times exceeds G
An injuryThird Person POV"We have to do something to get her back! We don't know where she is! We don't fucking know if she was alive or not! We are the ones who fucked up everything. Not even you, I am the one who fucked up everything and I'm really sorry and I should say that to her. We have to find her. I don't know how we managed without her for those many years, but I couldn't stay like that for another minute. I will search every corner of the world to find her. I'm really sorry for fucking it up for every one. I'm sorry." Sebastian muttered, his voice clearly audible in the silent room where the siblings sat trying to think of a place where their sister would be there.Regret and guilt are enough to kill people sometimes and they make you go crazy."We know that. It doesn't matter any more Sebastian. We already forgave you. Because even if we want to blame someone for this amount of guilt, s