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
KATERINAI could not sit still. Every second that passed felt like an eternity. My legs were bouncing, my fingers drumming nervously against my thighs, and I kept glancing at the door, waiting for someone—anyone—to come in with news. Something like the doctor had made a mistake and there was actually blood somewhere, would be more than nice too. I didn’t even realize how tightly I was gripping the chair until my knuckles started to ache.Vincent had already called for a blood donor, and I kept telling myself it was going to be okay. But it didn’t stop the anxiety crawling up my throat. Why was this taking so long? Thirty minutes shouldn’t feel like a lifetime, but here I was, glancing at the clock every two minutes, convinced that something had gone horribly wrong.Or maybe he was lying? What if he just wanted Kelvin to die? But he could not do that to me; he gave me his word.. I thought to myself, ignoring the fact that I was beginning to trust him again, hold on to his words with a
KATERINAWe went home at the early hours of the next morning and I did not ask, but Vincent just kind of knew I needed company, so he took me upstairs to my room and without words from either of us, he shared my bed with me, letting me rest my head on his hard chest as I struggled with sleep for over an hour before I finally gave in.I woke up to the soft blue glow of evening light filtering through the curtains, my body sluggish, heavy from the nap. For a moment, I reached out, fingers grazing the cold, empty side of the bed where Vincent had been. He had laid beside me, his presence a silent comfort I refused to acknowledge. Like I had earlier stated, I hadn't asked him to stay—would have never asked him to, despite myself—but when the weight of sadness had pulled me down, he had settled beside me without a word. So Vincent-like, quietly attentive in a way that made me both furious and… grateful.But now he was gone, and the stillness in the room pressed in. I propped myself up, bl
VINCENT"What the fuck do you mean she is not at the confinement?" I thundered over the phone, getting up from the chair I had been sitting on.James went on, "You asked me to go check on her, that the last time you went there, she was acting strange. Well, she is not here anymore. I cannot tell how the people who got in passed through these iron bars, but they did. She got help, and it is not her brother. Her brother has been out in a coma for almost a week.""Did you check? Have you checked on Sawyer lately?" I asked in a deathly calm tone. There was silence on the other end, and I did not need to wait to understand the answer, so I ended the call right away and proceeded to call Katerina.I had not seen her since the day we got back from the hospital together, and I felt that it was best for both of us. I had taken the time to decide that after all this was done, I would court her again. She wanted this, I could tell everytime I looked into her eyes. But she needed to be sure, she