VINCENTI got to the hospital in five minutes as it was not far from Sawyer's house. Coupled with the fact that I drove like a mentally disabled citizen to get here."Katerina Montego. Where is she?" I asked as soon as I got to the receptionist table. The receptionist looked up at me with a frown on her face, ready to say vile things to whoever it was that disrupted whatever it was she had been doing with her phone.When she realized it was me though, she swallowed and stood up at once."Uh.. Good evening Sir," She greeted with a large smile. "Katerina Montego. What ward?" I asked in a firmer tone now.She nodded timidly, then skittered over to a laptop, checking for it. Then she looked up,"Ward 117, ICU section. Have a nice—" But I was already walking away from her, half-running to the ward where I had been directed to. I stopped in my tracks when I got to the hallway where the ward was located. Whitney and Sawyer stood there, hugging each other. What the hell was going on this
KATERINAI never want to relive the past few days ever again. The second day after I woke up, it still didn’t feel real. I lay there, staring at the sterile white ceiling, trying to make sense of everything. My body felt heavy, like it wasn’t mine, weighed down by the layers of pain and exhaustion. The dull ache in my side was constant, pulsing in time with my heartbeat, though it was nowhere near as sharp as before. Still, every small movement reminded me it was there, a deep soreness under the layers of bandages that wrapped tightly around my stomach.I shifted slightly in bed, wincing as a wave of discomfort rolled through me. My muscles felt weak, stiff from lying still for days, and I had to fight to keep the panic at bay when my breath hitched from the tightness in my chest. Even breathing was strange—each inhale shallow, like my lungs didn’t trust themselves to fully expand, afraid they might tear something loose.I couldn’t stop thinking about how close I had come. The though
KATERINAKelvin and Vincent did not return that day. Larry fed my meal to me and stayed with me until late at night. We discussed about a lot of things but mostly about the case. I hated the fact that we had just met and I was already dragging him into my drama.So, after watching him sit there, going through his phone for a couple of minutes, I muttered, "I'm so sorry I dragged you into this."He looked up from his phone, his brows creasing as he questioned, "Dragged me into what?"Sighing, I continued, "Into my problems. I drag everyone into it, even those that have nothing to do with it."I tried a small laugh, but I ended up clutching my side in pain. Larry shook his head, standing up to check if I was fine. After he confirmed I was not bleeding or anything, he sat back on his chair,"Look, you did not do anything. It's not your fault that you got stabbed. Stop thinking like that, it would only slow down your recovery process." He advised, patting my hair."What if I tell you tha
VINCENTSawyer was acting funny, so I sent a couple of my guys to trail him. He was not at the top of my problems, though, but I had to be sure that my suspicions were just suspicions before I could let him in on too much.I did not dare tell Katerina about my suspicions, though. Knowing her, she would just tell me to stop helping her because he was her supposed 'best friend' and all I was saying or thinking was simply because I never liked him.I could not deny the fact that I never liked him, but still.I had just recently sold my soul to the devil. As I stood there and watched the doctors check her to confirm that everything was okay, my mind traveled to the events that led to my decision, and how Owen had accepted me to the club with open arms.Of course, I was no high-ranked, yet. According to my brother who took my place as the head of the mafia, I had to earn the trust of the brotherhood. I had been accepted into the syndicate though, performed the required rites and started t
KATERINA"Thank you…" I murmured with a wide smile on my face as I accepted the last batch of my get-well-soon flowers. I stood by the edge of my bed, my bags packed and ready to leave.Today, the little note read; 'My fighter. So proud.'I had only received a note with the flowers a total of three times since I had started getting them, and they always made me smile.My cheeks hurt from the way I kept smiling. How did I even get to deserve all this? This man was everything I had ever prayed for and a lot more. He was perfect; how could anyone be so perfect?He walked in at that moment, mirroring the smile I had on my face. I bit my lip, holding the flowers to my chest.He extended his arms and I walked into them without any hesitation. I stayed there with my eyes snapped shut for a good while before I started, "Thank you so much, Larry. Even with your busy schedule and all, you made this whole hospital experience better than it originally would have been. I'm really so grateful for y
VINCENT"We got a lead on the Kelvin guy." I looked up to see James briskly walking in with a serious look on his face. I stopped what I had been typing into my laptop and outstretched my hand to take the documents he was offering me. After one last long look at him, I opened the documents, only to look back up at James."What the fuck does this mean?" I questioned, stunned."What it says. It is still a probability though. We have gotten hair sample from Whitney, we would now proceed to get probably same sample from Kelvin. If it is a match, then our suspicions are right." He explained, but I could not believe it."It cannot be. How can Sawyer be Whitney's brother? They have different surnames, and I have known Whitney since she was a child. I mean, her father is top in the state. I know her mother as well, she has no siblings." I told him. He sighed, coming to sit on the chair across mine. "That is the thing. I think that they are half-siblings. We have not yet confirmed it, though
KATERINA"I'm not telling you this so you can do something rash to him. I just… I needed someone to talk to and Kelvin…" I thought about saying this to him.. telling him I did not trust Kelvin, but then I decided against it. "I'm telling you this because Kelvin has been really busy lately. And you know, you know what happened with Whitney. It is not some random gist though, just in case you start to wonder if I called you here just because my friends are unavailable." I said to him, trying to stifle a moan when he pressed on a spot that really did it for me.He looked uninterested, but at the same time, he looked like he wanted to hear me out. That was the thing with Vincent. I just really could never figure out what exactly the man was thinking. Most times, at least."Do you want to hear it?" I had to ask to be sure.He looked up at me. "As much as I enjoy rubbing your feet, Katerina, I did not drive all the way from my office to this place just to do this. Of course, I want to hear
KATERINAI felt the warmth of his breath on my lips as I leaned in closer, my heart racing. The moment our lips met, it was like a surge of electricity coursed through my veins. I pressed against him, my hands sliding up to the back of his neck, pulling him closer as if I couldn't get enough.His lips were soft yet insistent, moving against mine with a hunger that mirrored my own. I tasted the faint hint of mint on his breath, mixed with something uniquely his, something I had craved for what felt like forever. I tilted my head, deepening the kiss, feeling his hands tighten on my waist as he drew me closer, his fingers digging in just enough to send a thrill down my spine.Every touch, every movement felt like fire, like I was melting into him, losing myself in the intensity of it all. His tongue brushed against mine, and I couldn't help the soft moan that escaped me, my fingers tangling in his hair. It was like everything around us faded away, and there was only Vincent, only this mo