~^~The smell of smoke tingled through the air and my face and entire body felt numb. I tried to talk but I couldn't, my voice felt dry and strained and my eyes too tired to properly open- everywhere ached so badly. From what I could see, I noticed my brother lying on the road from afar opposite me. He seemed unconscious. I tried to move to no avail. My face was against the damp, cold, wet ground, and my hair seemed to be sticky with either sweat or blood running down my forehead. It felt cold yet the warmth of the fire blazing from a vehicle afar caught my attention. At that moment, I saw the distinct image of a person wearing dark black shoes near me. I tried to move, I did, but I couldn't. The individual stopped in front of me and stooped, yet I still could not see his face- but I knew the voice too well.“Oh Angel," his raspy voice cooed into my ears as he pushed my bloody hair away from my face and tucked it behind my ear, "I missed you,”I felt my aching body being scooped into
~^~I parked the car and limped towards to entrance of the house as quickly as possible. To my surprise, I noticed the door was left slightly ajar."James?" I called faintly.There was no response as I made my way inside. The lights were off as well so I stumbled towards the switch to turn them back on. No one seemed to be home. It was odd. The atmosphere was chilly and unusual, not like it was the last time I had been here. Walking to the kitchen, I turned on the tap and splashed some water over my face, grabbing a glass from the side to fill it with water. As I swallowed, I heard a faint groaning sound coming from another room."James?" I called again suddenly covered with an icy sensation, "Marc?"In that second, I heard the sound of glass shattering from the room afar. Rushing there, my heart dropped at the image before me. Marc lay there in a pool of what looked to be his blood, fidgeting slightly. My body felt numb and I for a second couldn't move.“Marc..." I breathed, shocked
~^~ I knew in my heart that leaving wouldn't have been the right thing to do. It probably was the wise thing, but not the right thing. I held myself up painfully and entered the house where I saw the lifeless body of Marc on the ground. He didn't deserve this. His son didn't deserve this. As best and respectfully as I could, I pulled and dragged the body out regardless if I was bleeding myself, and dragged him under the tree where his wife's grave was beneath. At that moment, I slumped to the ground. The feeling was numb and there was nothing I could do anymore. I hated it. I hated how helpless and how unfair this situation was. Part of me hated myself because I felt like this was my fault. I shouldn't have gotten involved with him, with anyone. Everyone I go to, I put them in danger. I never cried so much over a dead man's body. Literally. The sudden wash of anger and frustration swept across me giving me chills. It was painful. I felt cold and damp, my consciousness was slippin
~^~ I wanted to say something to stop them right now but I didn't have the strength to. Besides, Daniel was upsetting me either way. “What is that supposed to mean?" “It means you've been nothing but a coward all this time. You ran away like the little boy you are, put your sister in danger, and let me remind you that you used me to get the damn folder." She venomously stated in her thick Russian accent. "I did what I had to do to keep everyone safe." “You mean yourself!" “Don't raise your voice." He stated. "I can do whatever the fuck I want to do. You don't get to tell me what to do! I trusted you, I loved you and you went behind my back, nothing was real. You're as disgusting as your actions." Moe whistled and threw some nuts at Daniel from the bed, "Boo hoo," he shamed him, “Shame on you." First, the fact that I just heard that Nadia was in a relationship with my brother would have explained why she seemed so familiar with my surname in the beginning, and secondly, I was
~^~I felt like I was being sucked into the face of the earth at this very moment. Were they all on drugs? Was I being pranked right now? Am I dreaming? This couldn't be possible. Nadia stood near me almost as if she was steadyingme up but I turned to Archer who held a grave expression towards me.“This wasn't the way I wanted to tell you."I gave an unbelievably short laugh as a single tear rolled down my cheek but I wiped the dreadful thing away, "So is my name still even Becky?"“Katherine. Your real name is Katherine Devereux.” Archer confirmed.“When you saved her in the hotel, you gave her your necklace. I recognized it was a family heirloom and it was yours specifically, I just couldn't make the connection at the time." Moe stated to Archer, "I had thought Piranha knew and was hiding it until I realized the poor thing had no idea. My question is, who did you save her from? Why were those men after her because clearly, those weren't Sinister’s men.""I need to start from the
NOTE;(Extremely long thriller chapter) ;)~^~“What do you mean?"Archer tried to swallow the worry that plagued his face but he failed, “I fear Vincelli 's men might be here soon. We can't risk having another person dead and I won't lose you again."Turning away, I took a deep breath and quickly thought this was true. He was right, if Vincelli's men get here, we're all screwed. I won't let what happened to Marc to happen to anyone else. I won't run anymore. I've been a coward towards my feelings for far too long.I turned back and frowned towards Archer who towered before me as I convinced myself, “You're right. We can't put the others in danger. And well... you did save me once. I guess I owe this to you."Archer gave a short nod and a look of relief swept briefly across his face, "I have to make a Call.”At that moment, Nadia walked in as Archer walked towards the balcony, stumbling into each other.“Forgive me." He apologized as he steadied her up and for the first time, she held
~^~ The drive towards our destination felt like forever. Not that I know what forever feels like, I've barely hit my thirties but look at the shit that I was being hit with already. Sinister and Archer followed us behind since it had no space for them in our vehicle. Honestly, the pain was becoming unbearable by the second, so much so that I lost track of time. We stopped at an exquisite hotel. It wasn't that big nor was it small, but damn, it was something that shouldn't have been photographed and posted in a magazine to be admired. Crystal lights adorned the entire building as parts of the ground were paved in marble and river stones which oddly seemed to complement each other. The architect and designer of this place needed to be commended for their work. “Ah Miss Osenova!" an elderly man greeted us dressed in a rich gold suit, "I’m so happy to see you again, please make yourself and your friends comfortable. Our guests are treated like our family! If you need anything don't b
~^~ "Just open the door, Sinister." I sighed. “Becky, I had no idea of any of this." “Like you`ll say now that you weren't even aware that Marc's wife died and you took advantage of his memory loss of her death just for your selfish goals?" “Believe me or not but I was not aware Marc even had a wife. We weren't personal. All I was aware of was what my grandfather told me that Marc would assist me. As far as I knew, I thought he was just helping for the money he got out of that." "Well, Alexander, Grandpa lied to you. Still doesn't change anything, now open the door." He seemed reluctant so I grabbed the keys away and effortlessly failed and struggled to open the door until he held it over my hand and unlocked it holding the door open with a cryptic yet serious expression, "I'm sorry.”~*~ I locked myself in the bedroom to recollect my scattered emotions and thoughts. He deserved all that I told him after all that he did. Didn't he? A part of me hurt and that wasn't any of my
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