Daily updates start today, with Sundays off. Any theories yet?
Kaius has been ignoring me since we touched down in Romania. We’re driving to God knows where with the two of us in the backseat while he’s on his phone talking in Romanian. I suppose I should be thankful for him ignoring me since I don’t have to deal with him, but I feel like I’m slowly losing my mind. A painful twinge pulls at my stomach, and I bite my lip to contain a gasp. I’m not used to silence in any form; I grew up in a rowdy Italian household where there was always something going on. So this right here…it makes me feel anxious as fuck and sick to my stomach. Not only that, but Kaius’ words from earlier are playing on repeat in my mind: “Unlike my brother, I don’t enjoy playing with his used toys?” What does that even mean? And why does he call me Angel so casually, as if he knows me? A shiver runs up my spine and goosebumps pucker all over my skin for some reason. I’m so damn on edge and I do not know if it’s because I’m in unknown territory or if it’s a pregnancy sympt
I look at the severed head in the box in front of me and fury burns hot in my chest. It’s one of my runners who went missing two days ago, and the cut-out marking on his cheek tells me this is a fucking message.No one is happy about Andrei’s death; well, those who were relying on that fucked up drug aren’t happy. The rest of the syndicate heads were glad he’s gone because that drug would have put a major dent in their work and they wanted nothing to do with it.I hear a loud bang reverberate through the walls and grit my teeth.Well, this is a total fuck up if I’ve ever seen one. Emilia has been nothing but a pain in my fucking ass since I brought her back here, but what did I expect? The subservient little girl she was with Andrei was the drugged-up version of herself.This fucking hellcat is the real Emilia, only this Emilia is currently suffering from withdrawal. She’s pregnant so I want to risk giving her narcotic withdrawal medication, so it’s her going cold turkey.It’s been ne
I open my eyes and immediately sit up, but a dull pain blooms on the side of my head. My hand goes to my throbbing head and I groan as white spots dance in my eyes. But even as I’m feeling this pain in my head, something feels…off.In other words, I feel great; rested.“What the hell?” I murmur, my eyes finally adjusting to the room. I’m under the covers dressed in a fresh set of silk pajamas and I feel clean. Did someone…bathe me?Shaking my head, I get up from the bed and my eyes fall on a metal IV stand next to the nightstand. Then I lift up my left hand and see the band-aid, confusing me even more. What the heck is going on here? How long have I been asleep for?I vow to find Kaius and ask him about what happened, but first I need the toilet. Why can’t I remember anything, though? Surely I couldn’t have been out for longer than a few hours. But why can’t I remember anything?After I’ve done my business, I wash my hands and walk outside my bedroom. As usual, there are two muscle he
The dinner party at the Prime Minister's place goes off without a hitch and we signed our plans in blood. Her son was killed by terrorists and knew the judicial system would let her down, so she came to me. She wanted bloody revenge, and I promised to bring it to her.For a price, of course.By the time I get back home, I am annoyed as fuck because Bianca kept wanting to come back here with me. Any other time that would have been fine with me since she’s a regular fuck for me, but not tonight.I don’t know why I’m so pissed off right now. All I want to do is get into a shower to wash all that fucked up privilege scent away. God, I hate rich people—especially politicians. Walking through the penthouse with the intention of heading right to bed, a sound in the living room gets my attention and I bristle. I slip the Beretta from my holster and hold it in front of me as I inch toward where the sound came from.I expected it to be an assailant; what I didn’t expect to see was Emilia on th
I haven’t seen Kaius for about three weeks since we last fought, and during this time I’ve been watching the guards as they come and go. I wonder if Kaius told them I used to be an enforcer for the Italian mafia because they’re not acting like I could escape at any moment.And that’s a definite win for me.From what I’ve picked up, they change the penthouse elevator codes four times a week, and rotate the same six guards three times a day, oh those codes they use? They’re the exact same ones for the different guards every time they get changed.Either he didn’t tell them about me, or he did, and they’ve concluded that I’m not a threat. The Brigăzi are dumb fucks, it seems.I’m sitting in my bedroom, contemplating where I would go once I eventually escape. In the closet, there are a few expensive watches and from what I can see, a necklace with a real diamond pendant. Those could sell for a few thousand, but where would I pawn them? I don’t know Bucharest well enough to know where the
Throughout the week there were people in and out of the penthouse and Kaius ordered me not to leave my bedroom. I wasn’t going to argue with him because he looked serious when he said this, not cocky as he usually does.It left me wondering what the hell is going on outside there; there’s no way he’ll up and leave for a safer spot just because of me. It also left me questioning what the actual fuck Andrei did when those people see me as collateral damage.I’m sitting on my bed the night before we’re supposed to leave and thinking about my years with Andrei. We were the same age when he came to St Leonard's after my stint in the hospital, and we became closer. He knew I didn’t want to marry for convenience and respected that.After Gio made me his enforcer, he was so proud of me too. We were in a secret relationship for years, even after we found out what his father did to my cousin. He was adamant Gio would forgive me and we’d unite our families if I fell pregnant and became his wife.
The cabin comes into view, and I breathe out a sigh of relief. The hours driving were nerve-wracking to say the least, not knowing if we’ll be ambushed or not. But I have concluded that the people after me aren’t just the ones my brother owed. There’s something else going on and it’s pissing me off not knowing what it is.After my men report the boundaries are clear, I turn to Emilia and remove her blindfold. She squints into the afternoon sun, blinks a few times, and then turns to face me. “We’re here?”“We are,” I say as I open my side of the door and walk over to her side. She looks surprised when I open her side and hold out my hand for her. “Any day now, Angel.”“Ugh,” she says and rolls her eyes at me, but she still takes my hand, anyway. Stepping away from the car, she takes a look around and her eyes widen. “Wow, there’s nothing for miles,” she says and I nod.“Hiding in plain sight, and since there aren’t even trees, snipers can’t hide anywhere,” I say, thinking back to the
I’ve just woken up but I’m refusing to get up from this bed after the embarrassing stint with Kaius last night. Why did I think egging him on like that would work when he simply proved me wrong with the stroke of his fingers?Oh, god those fingers. How the hell did he work me up to an orgasm within a few seconds? How did he know just what to do to get me to that point and then, frustratingly, stop when I was about to fall over?I groan and turn on my belly, feeling pissed off at myself for not being able to get this out of my head. Last night I played with fire and got horribly burned, now I have to suffer with sex thoughts about Kaius.“Man the fuck up, Emilia,” I grumble and sit up in bed. There’s no way I can hide in here all day, not in this tiny as fuck cabin with his room right across from mine. I’m going to have to deal with this and face it, no matter how uncomfortable I may feel.Sighing, I get up and walk to the bathroom but nearly fucking piss myself when I see Kaius stand