Rebecca came a few minutes late and to God, my time with her was the best I’ve had for months. She demanded to know where I had been, and I told her I was with Daniel, my brother. I wasn’t comfortable sharing the details of Sinister and his people with her. I would rather not get her involved.I didn’t know why I was feeling that way. All that happened so far, it was catching up to me. The worst part about it was that I couldn’t tell anyone about it. I couldn’t be confronted by anyone about it without putting their lives at risk. I don’t want that. Rebecca deserves her happiness without having to worry about me. We talked a lot about plenty of things, her new job, her new boyfriend, and everything in between. “So, you met him a few days after I was gone?” I asked, again, to be sure of every detail.“Hm, hm, and he has been the sweetest oh my God!” She beamed with joy as she grabbed my arm. “Beck, don’t you think it’s time you find someone? I mean, I’m not trying to push you or anyth
Her hair was tousled, her makeup smudged and she wore a long white shirt.Vitaly’s shirt.“Call the police, Becky.” Her voice wavered.“What?”“You were right. That man, he’s different.”“You need to breathe first.” I tried to calm her.“ I can’t calm down, Beck!” She scolded softly, “He has a gun in his jacket. At first, I thought he was an officer, or maybe he just had a license for the gun. But then I saw something really strange. Beck- I just don’t understand—““Understand what?”“He has a picture of you in his wallet.” Rebecca trembled.Fear perfumed poisonously within me. No, why would a man I don’t even know have that?Unless…Oh my God!Another Russian with a gun who might potentially want to kill me?I breathed painfully and swallowed the lump in my throat, “He’s in the Mafia.”“What?”“Sinister,” I breathlessly grabbed my phone, but there was no service still, “Give me your phone, Becca.”Within a second, she gave it to me.No signal.“We have to get out of here,” I panicked
In a swift second, I smashed the mushroom can to his face.“Fuck!” He hissed, staggering a bit back while straightening his nose.Grabbing the knife by the counter, I pushed him against the refrigerator and pressed it daringly to his throat.“What the hell do you want?” I seethed angrily.He looked at me almost surprised and suddenly began to chuckle, “I’m impressed with your baby face.”I frowned.Vitaly abruptly flipped me around and pushed me vigorously against the counter. My stomach hit the edge and ached in pain.“Ooh, sorry there, kiddo.” He laughed and pressed my front on the top of the counter while his hand grazed over my behind.“Don’t touch me!” I hissed, struggling to move, but he was too strong.“What a cute little ass you have.”“Let go of me!” I tried to kick but again, it was useless.Before I could have said another word, I yelped as I felt a sharp, sudden slap on my ass.“So, that’s how I shut you up.” He chuckled and did it again.This time it was worse.“S-stop!”
I stood up in shock as my heart raced a thousand times per second.“Rebecca!” I caught her attention and pointed to our answer.She gave a soft happy sob and jumped from the sofa.The only problem was that the vent was high up. “Doesn’t the vent also lead out to the front lobby?” I asked, hoping that she’d say yes.“I believe it does.”That was good enough.With a sigh of relief, we pushed the sofa closer to reach the vent, but it was too high for us to reach.“It’s no use.” She frowned.“Get on my back, you’ll be able to reach it.”“Are you crazy? I’ll trample you!”“I’m not as weak as you think,” I scoffed, “Just hop on.”“And what about you?”“At least we know one of us would get out alive.”“Becky!” She scolded, “Don’t joke like that!”“Becca, I’m not joking. This is my fight, not yours. I don’t want you involved with this. The last person I got involved— I regret it every second.”“Becky Mia Grey, I’m not freaking leaving you! You said it yourself, we are not best friends, we’re
I thought about what he said for a moment and I felt guilty, but then again, I was in this mess because of him as well. So basically, we’re in this crap together. “Fine.” I pouted and hugged the clothes to my chest with a sigh as I stood up. Walking towards the bathroom, I stopped in place and frowned. “What’s wrong?” Sinister asked in that warm winter voice of his. “Sinister,” I breathed turning back at him, “This place, Vitaly, those people… they’re-“ He looked at me almost in a challenge to continue. “They’re Rosalie’s family, aren’t they?” When he didn’t answer, my fear was confirmed. “They want to kill me, don’t they?” My panic flared once again. “They’ll do no such thing.” He scowled, “ Not as long as I’m alive.” Somehow that seemed to comfort me yet worry me at the same time. Not for my life, but for his. “Now go.” He finished, “I’ll be here when you’re done.” Nodding in agreement, I headed to the shower and quickly got dressed in the soft clothes I was given. I bru
~*~“You filthy bastard!” I spat.“Becky!” Sinister’s cold voice perfumed through the air.“How dare you?!” Diana scowled at me as she ran towards her brother’s side.I ignored the little girl and locked my eyes dangerously with Vitaly as I clutched his shirt vigorously, “Where is she? Tell me! What the hell did you do to her? Vitaly!”“Becky,” Sinister’s voice was suddenly near me and I felt his presence at my side trying to calm me, although it was futile.“Sin - he… he has Rebecca. He has her, Sinister.” I frantically replied in frustration, “He has Rebecca.”“Calm down.”“I can’t calm down! Oh God, I can’t! He has my best friend, who knows what he did to her!”“I have no idea what you’re talking about.” Vitaly chuckled.“You’re a liar!” I exclaimed.“Vitaly,” Amala began calmly as she walked towards us with Veronica at her side, “Do you have anything to do with what the girl is saying?”“Me, mother?” He scoffed, “No.”“There. My son has given his words.”Was she serious?“Your son
~*~ "Fuck, woman. I'm right here. I can hear you. No need to scream in my ear." He answered obviously pissed. "I'm sorry, I just..." *Nothing would happen to your friend. I assure you of that. If Vitaly got a hold of her then she not too long arrived at the trap house." "Well, good." "The level of trust you have in me is beyond words, sweetheart." He chuckled. *Well, men are men. You can't trust them, period." Vitaly laughed and for some odd reason made me suddenly get these pleasing goosebumps. Rubbing my arms back to normal, he glimpsed at me. “Are you cold?” "No." I shrugged. "Oh," he smiled wickedly, "You're just turned on, I see.'" “Excuse me?" I scowled, feeling pissed at his bluntness. "You know, I find it hard to believe that you're single." "Really? And why is that so hard to believe?" I teased. “No reason." "Well of course there's none because you say things without making any sense." I smiled. *But really, I'm curious about you. Don't you wa
~*~ With a sigh, he looked at me almost tiredly and undid my seatbelt, “Just please for God's sake listen to me when I tell you what to do inside there." “Absolutely!" I smiled and got out of the vehicle. The place was cold, dark, and smoky. Of course, it was from the heavy smokers that loitered around. I walked closely next to Sinister as he instructed and followed him to the receptionist. Now that I looked around the place a bit more, it seemed like a five-story motel. Although, it was quite eerie for my taste. A strange man with the most crooked teeth bedazzled with silver and gold grinned at me as he walked past us and I grabbed Sinister’s hand unconsciously. A few seconds passed and Salvatore shrugged away from my contact. "Don't do that here, Grey. People will think I've gone soft. The last thing I need is that reputation." He stated, his voice filled with irritation. Upon arriving at the receptionist, Sinister frowned. “Archer. Where is he?" "I believe Mr. Devereux h
Sinister’s POV I should hate this girl. She's nothing but problems. And yet, I find it most difficult to stare away right now. Her dark hair tousled down her back and over her shoulder as she leaned against the leather interior of the limo. She pressed her head gently against it as her eyes grew wary and distant. She'd been peeling the dead skin off her fingertips subconsciously since we got in here. Were the heels really that high? I shouldn't have asked the lady for the best pair. I should have just gone with the most comfortable pair. It was my fault. But how was I to know she couldn't walk in them? How was I to know anything about her? The navy gown clung to her body effortlessly. If anything, she could easily get mistaken for an angel fallen upon the earth. God. I pushed the thought away. What the actual fuck was I saying? She was a fallen angel sure, one just like Lucifer at least. Fallen upon me to frustrate the living daylight out of me. Her face glowed under the moonligh
~^~ "Me being with you would have been dangerous, Becky. I couldn't live with myself if something happened to you because of my selfish decision." “James knew, didn't he? You were with him that day when you went after Vincelli." I strained my voice to even speak. With a pause, “Yes, but I couldn't get you involved anymore. Grey, you have this life ahead of you. It's a great life, why are you looking back?" “Because you're there." “Becky," he breathed, stunned at that, his eyes softening. “You have my heart. You’ll always do. I'm perplexed as to what you see in a monster like me but maybe that's why I'm so drawn to you. You see me as virtuously human and I feel otherwise and somehow or the other you see me as worthy and I could never understand your kindness. I love you, fuck, you make me so weak." Slipping my hand into his, I closed the space between us, pressing my body against his and my head against his chest. His heartbeat was fast and steady as he wrapped his free ha
~^~ "He was one of my closest friends. Shall I have this dance? For him?" James asks as he puts out his hand. Pleasantly, I danced with him and it almost felt as if he was trying to sober me back up before someone else asked for a dance. Dance after dance and my feet were getting sore. Many of Archer's friends seemed to somehow have 'taken a liking to me' as Archer said in a somewhat cautious manner when he pulled me aside but I assured him that they weren't my type. God even knows what my type was. Walking back to the bar, I had another drink, and because I was a "lady" and most importantly, Archer's long-lost little sister, I had to upkeep a decent reputation- wine- no beer for me. Also, I couldn't kick that one guy violently to smash his banana when he tried to slide his hand down the equator. “I’m not sure if you're trying to get drunk or sober:" A man said to me from the side. “Is both an option?" "Only if you're trying to kill yourself." He started with a soft short
*~*The weight of the world seemed to be crashing down upon me or rather tugging mercilessly at the strings that sewed together the broken pieces of my heart. The entire flight I kept to myself and the weeks that came as well.Everything felt painful and it wasn't even that time of the month. “Do you know, when it was your birthday while you were in the coma, he spent every single second of the day with you? He didn't even give a shit about work. Whatever that day was, he canceled all plans and stayed at your bedside for every second. He was in so much pain seeing you like that, Becky. I almost envied that- that brotherly affection. It was beyond me."Snapping back to her attention as I heard that I held back a tear from escaping, she was right. I was being so selfish right now. I'm grieving but it feels like I'm hurting everyone around me.“I’m sorry," I said softly trying to recollect myself and my thoughts. "Let's do something for him. He deserves it."There was a certain light to
~^~“Jesus." I heard him say softly.“Well, I mean it's Becky, but I guess I can work with Jesus if you want."Not a moment passed by when I felt strong arms embrace me."I thought you were.” He choked within his sentence filled with joy and sadness and a somewhat bitter longing. “But. you're here, you're okay."Returning his hug, I felt so many emotions swarm within my soul, I missed you, James. I was looking for you. You said you'd come back two years ago and-""I did Becky, believe me, I did. My heart broke when I saw you in the hospital in that state I just didn't know what to do. I felt like I failed you, I disappointed you and Mare. I didn't get to you in time.""James," I said faintly, "Marc-""I know, but I keep telling myself that he's in a better place."In that second the back door near us bolted open and an awestruck Moe stood with his face paled as he saw James who released me slowly and faced him with kind eyes, "Jamie?"My voice dripping with agony brought his attention
~^~As the sun gave birth to the sky, I quickly packed my luggage and left the apartıment leaving a 'Be Back Soon' note to Nadia on the refrigerator. So help me God, let me know what I'm doing. Somehow it just felt right to go there.Walking into the airport, I went to my flight and sat at my specified seat. Taking a deep breath, shut my eyes ready for the flight to take off when I heard a familiar voice. “You forgot this."Looking up I saw Nadia arching her eyebrows while taking the seat next to me, giving me my phone."What are you doing here?" I frowned, shocked at her presence. Nadia inhaled deeply and tiredly made herself comfortable in the seat, "I honestly don't know why but somehow this trip seems to be important to you. Also, your company kind of grew on me."Smugly I smiled, “Aww, you mean you'd miss me."She rolled her eyes and asked, "So where exactly are we going'?"“I have no idea.""Becky, you can't be serious!" She exclaimed as we walked into the airport, "You didn't
~^~You never know what life is until near death hits you. And you'd never know what love is unless you lose- be it your ego, your vices, your hate, your time, or your love. That's the harsh reality of our burdened lives.I opened my eyes to feel the binding lights above me as my body drowned in the stiffening bed I rested on. A sudden chill ran across my body as I turned slightly to take note of the sun dying for the sky to breathe through the small window at the side. Where was I? Looking down at my body, I found myself decorated with hospital equipment for patients. Pushing away the oxygen mask from my face, I stumbled out the bed with an intense migraine. Why was I in a hospital? God, my head hurt. I pressed my hands against my temples as I moved across the room to the window.“Becky? Oh my God! Nurse!" I turned to see Nadia at the doorway of the room as she smiled almost in shock and tears streamed down her face. Something about her lookeddifferent.Archer suddenly rushed to my
~^~ “Damn." Archer frowned, “What happened to you, Banks?” “Your fucking sister did!" She screamed about to plunge towards us but I grabbed one of Archer's needles from his pocket and stuck it in her neck. “You are very welcome." I breathed in relief and looked at him, "Alright, let's go." "Guys just get out of there, we'll leave it to the COSR, James probably left already. There Is need to be inside that place right now. Come on out, It's dangerous." Nadia stated, "Come back." “I’ll run through the place once more," Archer suggested, I know how to handle myself, I'm sending Becky back." "Because Becky is a dog you can just take for a walk to meet a notorious drug-lord slash killer, and send back." I smiled, “But don't worry, I'm going I'm going, no need to rush for my presence boys. There's plenty of this attitude to go around, calm YO-selfs." I heard Moe’s chuckle from the ear piece, “Yeee, you’re becoming more like me.” Whatever. As I was about to take the next ste
As we walked I felt nauseated by the place, every step of the way."Don't worry, we just need to buy Moville sometime to find James."Over the earphones, we heard Moe speak, "When I find Jamie, I'll send you a code phrase.""What code phrase?" Nadia asked through the speaker."It's, Uncle Moe 's got a big package."“Is this even necessary?" Nadia scoffed as Nik laughed at her disgust."Once he gets Novak, it doesn't matter." Sinister voiced.Archer and I stood in front of this large deeply polished oak door and knocked twice when we heard a voice signal us to enter. As we did, there sat a thin tall man whose hair was neatly brushed back, at a desk whose chair was turned to face a large open-concept window that overlooked the mountain lights above and beyond. It was a beautiful sight I had to admit."Isn't it lovely, Kitty?" The man began in a rough yet smooth voice, “You loved to come up here and look at the stars with me. She particularly loved to be up here with you as well. It was