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
KATERINABefore I could respond, he gunned the engine, the car surging forward with a sudden burst of speed. I grabbed the edge of my seat, adrenaline spiking as we wove through the sparse traffic, the city lights blurring past. I looked back again, expecting to see the car fade into the distance, but they were still there, sticking to us like glue.“Vincent,” I warned, my voice tight with nerves, “they’re not backing off.”“I know,” he said calmly, his eyes never leaving the road. His voice had that low, dangerous edge to it that both thrilled and terrified me. He was enjoying this, the chase, the game. I watched as he took a sudden, sharp turn onto a side street, tires screeching against the asphalt.The car behind us followed, barely missing the turn, and I felt a twisted sense of satisfaction at the way they struggled to keep up. Vincent’s hands tightened on the wheel, his eyes flicking to the mirror again, calculating, plotting.“Hold on,” he said, and before I could ask why, he
VINCENTShe said nothing to me on the way to the hospital. I tried engaging her in a conversation but she just continued to look outside the window, completely ignoring me.I fucking hated it.I preferred her vocal anger to silent treatment. I preferred her talk backs, even her accusations. Anything but this.We got in front of the hospital's building and I decided I was going to talk to her, tell her everything about Sawyer, but before I could open my mouth to start, Katerina pushed the door in her side open and alighted the car."Katerina." I called, unbuckling my seatbelt while she took fast strides inside. I got out of the car, locked it and began to follow after her.Sawyer had already arrived with the ambulance. The doctors stopped us from following them any further,"Sorry, Sir, ma. But you both have to wait out here in the waiting area while we try to do our best. He has lost a lot of blood and he is also going through so much pain from the crash and burns. We would try our ve