The instant we walk out from the elevator part two of our argument commences. "You're such an asshole you know that, you set me up." I point at his chest "You let me be crucified out there whilst you sat and watched. You're pathetic.""It's nothing personal."My blood is boiling. "Nothing personal! I'm your wife, you're supposed to stand up for me! Now they won't respect me." I fold my arms. I'm seething with anger. I'm trying to restrain myself from stabbing this man. He's so fucking selfish. "Those men are probably snickering behind your back, bad mouthing your wife. Don't you care about your reputation !""My reputation is mine. Your reputation is yours. How much they respect you will not hinder my power or authority. If you want respect, demand it. Fight for that respect. Nothing in this world is ever handed to you on a silver platter."His words hit like blows to the stomach. I have an arrogant man as a husband that barely has my back. How will I ever survive? He steps away f
I think I fell asleep sometime in between the crying. I'm awake now and I feel a little less emotional than before. My rooms pitch black and according to the clock beside me it's three in the morning. All traces of sleep have evaporated into thin air as usual. It's not like I usually sleep for longer hours anyway. Everyday like clockwork I wake up at three on the dot no matter what time I go to bed it's always the same time.It's usually because of the nightmares I have. It's been a while since I've had proper sleep. I slip my feet into my slippers and step out of bed. Unfortunately, I'm still in the dress I wore yesterday. A quick shower will do. I strip out of the dress and head to the shower. My body relaxes as the hot water massages my skin. What am I going to do about Roman? I sigh. I'll just avoid him, try my best to keep our conversations at a minimum. I doubt that will work. My stomach rumbles, that's right I haven't had anything to eat since lunch yesterday. I wonder if Rom
I didn't expect our destination to be the restaurant. I watch as he turns off the engine. Why are we back here? As if he could read my mind he answers me. "You didn't get to try any of the food last night." Was this another one of his games ? Were we really here to try food? Isn't it three in the morning? "We're just having food Lana."He pulls out an umbrella from the backseat. He steps out of the car. Great he's taken the only umbrella, now I'm gonna get soaked by the rain. I could stay here though. Just when I thought he'd abandoned me I hear a tap by my window. I turn and find him standing by my door waiting with the umbrella. I guess I'm really going to do this huh. I hope the food is worth it. I step out of the car and seek refuge under the umbrella. Roman and I are huddled close to each other, really close. I find myself engulfed in his scent. I could just drown in it, it's so intoxicating. We hurry into the restaurant with minimal casualties, casualties being none of us so
I haven't had any dramatic or life threatening experiences this last weeks. I guess my husband really is handling it. I'm getting rather bored and I can't help but feel useless. Plus my thoughts, my damn thoughts have been eating me up. Life's too peaceful, way too peaceful and for the past few days I've been feeling on the edge. I feel like something bad is going to happen. Roman's keeping me in the dark, on the sidelines ugh. I feel like I'm a side character in my own life at the moment. He's keeping me safe. I'm grateful, I really am but such security isn't going to last long is it? I don't need to be shielded. I need to face the danger eventually. It's better I do it with him instead of alone right? It's not helping that I barely see him and when I do he's either in his office arguing with someone on the phone or him retreating into the elevator doors early in the mornings. He's a busy man I know, I feel a little lonely in that big penthouse. So you can say I really don't see him
RomanLana has a way of getting to you. She sneakily creeps through your defences when you aren't looking. She infuriates me in ways no one does. She makes me lose control. I hate losing control. That's why ever since that morning I've been keeping my distance. I have to if I want to be in control. She has this charm that draws people in, an addictive charm. I nearly got sucked into it when I kissed her, I almost lost control. I had to stop myself from throwing her on the table and devouring her. Those soft fucking lips I want to taste again. When I planned this out months before we encountered each other I expected it to be easy, I'd co exist with her in the house, sort out her father then ship her off. But now, the possibility of shipping her off is slim. My eyes are closed as I sag back in my chair. Her long, curly, ginger hair comes to mind. I want to make passionate love to her and I want to encircle my fist in it. That gorgeous, glossy, thick hair. She's so breathtakingly beaut
The clock is ticking, people's lives are in my hands. The mental anguish is killing me, my father has always loved games like this. Even though my body is trembling and seconds away from hitting the ground I suck it up. I take deep breaths and put on my mask. I bury all my emotions inside a dark pit at the centre of my core. I step out of my office. I pass by Annie who's seated behind her desk who waves gingerly at me. It takes everything in me to be able to meet her gaze and smile back. I already feel sick to my stomach. Still I keep walking, my legs getting heavier with each step I take away from her. "Mrs Micheals, what time will you be back?" She calls out. I stop in my tracks. I don't face her. I don't turn. I can't turn. There's a heavy silence that fills the place. The words are at the tip of my tongue but I can't say them. Time is ticking, I should be sprinting out of the building."I won't be back for a while.""Is something wrong Mrs Micheals?"My fingers grip the hem of
When I push the rusty door, it almost comes off its hinges. How long has this place been deserted? I'm getting goosebumps all over my body as I walk through the place. Dust floats around with each step I take, irritating my nose. I can hardly see anything because the place is so dimly lit. Despite the fact that it's dead quiet and I can't see anything out of the ordinary, I can't seem to shake my fear. Fear that something bad will happen at any moment.I keep my fingers steady on my gun. Guns make me uncomfortable. I come to a stop in front of a door. I stare at it intently, dread filling my body as I consider what lies behind it. After several minutes of deliberation and my hand hovering over the handle I open it. The room is pitch black. I don't take a step forward because all of a sudden my body is too heavy to move. I don't want to enter this room. I feel myself taking slow steps backwards instead. I stop myself immediately. Am I really going to run away? Am I going to leave Hunte
The room has white walls or rather had white walls. Coated in blood now and decorated with several pictures of me. Dating back to my college graduation day. Scribbles and markings are on some of my pictures with words like "slut", "traitor", "basard" "devil" "disgrace". I feel both disgusted and angry. This is sick and psychotic. I finally discover what was causing that terrible smell. Up ahead on the wall is a dead dog pinned. It's eyes are missing and so is its nose. The words "This will be your fate Lana." Is written in blood above its head. I won't lie and say I'm not terrified. I am, I'm extremely terrified. Each time my eyes scan the walls my fear gets intense. I am however also feeling immensely disgusted and angry. All these feelings are mixing up together to form an unstable potion inside of me. A potion that ignites my rage, more especially my thirst for revenge. My bloody thirst for revenge. I've never felt it at such an intensity before. I just want to tear everything
It's pitch black everywhere. The sound of my feet moving across the vast darkness echoes around me. I desperately glance around hoping to catch a glimmer of light but my hope immediately sinks when I spot none. I wrap my hands tightly around myself, the thin material of my gown does little to shield me from the blistering cold. "Hello!" I call out. My voice echoes back. Just how big is this place, just how empty is it. My anxiety bubbles inside me as the seconds tick by. I keep walking, desperately hoping I'll find the end of this hell. Suddenly, sharp piercing screams erupts throughout the room. My eardrums feel as though they are about to erupt, this throws me off balance causing my knees to buckle and they hit the ground hard. Pain immediately sprouts through my body. Tremors wreck through my body. Despite it being useless, I try to shield my ears from the menacing scream, hoping for some silence. This does nothing, I feel vibrations wrecking through my body."Please, please stop.
Forty minutes later the food is ready and dished out in the dinner table. As I am about to take my seat on the opposite end of the table Roman stops me. He gentle drags me back to his seat then just when I think he's going to make me seat in it, he does the opposite. He wraps firm hands around my waist then hoists me on to the table. Stunned I simply watch as he retrieves the plates from the center of the table and places them besides me. Thank goodness this table is huge. He takes his seat and moves hisbseat closer. He places a hand besides my thigh and gets a fork full of spaghetti and brings it to my lips. I open my mouth and accept it happily. The burst of flavors melts in my mouth and I groan in satisfaction. He continues feeding me. I love that he's feeding me. After ten minutes I'm stuffed. "Okey now its my turn." I state. I hop off the table and take my position sideways on his laps. He holds me securely so I'm comfortable. I start to feed him taking time to also admire his
We walk hand in hand to the kitchen. I feel butterflies in my stomach. I sit by the kitchen island whilst he works his way around the kitchen."What are you cooking?" I ask. "Pasta."I sit quietly and watch as he manoeuvres around the kitchen. A man who cooks it top tier. "You're awfully quiet." He says as he adds the pasta into the hot water. I hug my body. "I thought you said you hate my endless chatter." I tease. He leans against the counter and my eyes collide with his. "Maybe I like it."Feeling flirtatious I say "Well you'll have to pay up to get me talking again.""Oh really? Cash? Credit? Me? Which one do you desire?"The playfulness in his voice sends adrenaline through my body. I twist around in my chair then come again to face him. "Hmm well, I'm not sure if you can afford it Mr Valkov. Give me a spin, let's see your assets."He takes a slow spin. Then comes to face me again. Suppressing my giggles I say "Hold on I didn't see that ass."Amused he turns around. I giggl
The room has his delicious scent all over it. He sits me down on the bed and disappears into the bathroom. I run my fingers over the comforters, they are really soft. I wouldn't mind losing myself in between these covers. He disappears into the bathroom then he pops back into the room a few minutes later. He places a gown beside me then crouches in front of me, takes my hand and stares at me intently. "Are you bruised anywhere?"I manage a nod. A frown forms on his face. I point to my stomach. His fingers hover over the first button waiting for permission to continue. I nod and he carefully unbuttons the bloody shirt. Once done he tosses it on the floor and inspects my upper body. There are bruises running from my stomach and arms to my chest. A dark look invades his face. I feel self conscious at the thought of him seeing my body covered in these ugly bruises. He's probably disgusted. I look at the ceiling hoping it would swallow me up. I feel his fingers graze one of the bruises on
I step out of the elevator and am immediately bathed in darkness. I look around and find no sight of Roman. Where did he disappear to? I turn on the lights in the living room and kitchen feeling relieved that I'm not in darkness. I stand awkwardly in the kitchen not sure what to do with myself. I don't want to go into my empty dark room alone. I don't want to be alone and I don't want to bother him more than I already have. One minute he's delighted to be in my presence the next he's not. I don't think I can deal with that at the moment. I'll take care of myself. Like I always have. I retrieve a glass from the cabinet and pour myself a cup of water. It tastes sour as it goes down my throat. I suppress the urge to spit it out. I hold the glass gingerly and stare at it intently. I'm here having a cold fucking glass of water when Hunter's remains are scattered in a warehouse. It's all because of me. It's my fault. If he had never met me he'd still be alive. What makes me more disgusted
I don't know how many distractions are coming to keep me from my breakdown but they're running out. As the car engine dies down I feel everything rushing back. The temporal rush I had has vanished into thin air as if it never existed. My chest hurts, it feels as though a dagger has been lodged into it and when I pull out that dagger it'll bleed out. Where did my life all go wrong? Was it even right to begin with? I sigh. Everytime I think I'm stable and at a happy point in my life something drags me back down to that dark pit. Would things have been different if my sister was still alive? If my father was loving ? If my mother wasn't driven to the brink of insanity by my father? My door is yanked open. Roman's standing beside me. "Ouuuu you're even opening doors for me now, are you sure you're not head over heels for me Roman."He looks at me intently. I think I see concern flashing in his eyes. He's not buying the joke. If he keeps looking at me, I'll lose it. I need to hurry and
You know that feeling after you've gotten off a Rollercoaster? When the thrill wears off and you're left with your head fucking spinning and have this void in your chest. You yearn for something else to give you that adrenaline and entertainment. Well that's sort of how I'm feeling now except scratch out the thrill and entertainment. I was on a Rollercoaster of rage and for the whole day I was only going up now I'm back to fucking earth and I hate it. I haven't yet processed the events of the day. I can't process the events of the day. Everything just happened so fast, way too fast. But I know that the minute I am alone and sitting in a dark corner it'll hit me. That's why I've been clinging to Roman like a thorn. He distracts me, actually when I'm in his presence all those loud dark thoughts are silenced. It's as if they're afraid of him. I feel safe and less alone. I feel alive. It's been a while since I've felt like this. Things have shifted between the two of us, I don't know how
Roman's PovI feel his bones crack under my fist. Blood shoots out of his mouth landing a few inches from my shoe. Irritated, I take a step back. My eyes dart to Lana who's standing in the far corner with her hands hugging her body. Her focus is on Dante's puddle of blood. I need to wrap things up quickly. Dante lifts up his head and grins at Lana. This earns him another punch from me. His head jerks back and more blood flies all over the place. Soft footsteps approach me and I don't need to turn to know it's her. Dante and her lock eyes, a shiver runs down her spine. Although she's putting on a brave face I can tell instantly that she's afraid of Dante. My anger starts to ignite once again. I gently place my arms on her shoulder, her body tenses at first then it eventually relaxes. Fuck, what did this asshole do to her that's made her this scared. I don't like that she's here to witness this nasty activity. Her eyes meet mine. "You don't have to be here, you can wait outside. I'll
Roman We're at one of our clubs hosting a meeting in my office. Lana's fatigue is getting worse which means I need to hurry things up. I think she's both mentally and physically tired. Stravos and Ace brought their women with them, Leona and Marcella. I'm hoping they can convince Lana to throw in the towel and call it a day. She's gotten enough blood on her hands. That's why I'm here to handle all the messy part of our bargain. She's sprawled out on my sofa with my jacket wrapped around her. Although she's laying down I have no doubt that she's listening to every inch of the conversation. "Ace, take care of these two." I hand him the file. He scans it and a grin forms on his face. Ace is a very twisted individual and he's also good at what he does. We've known each other for years now and I trust him with my life. He's also the best assassin there is. Despite his playful attitude and flirtatious personality he's as deadly as they come. In short don't fuck with him. He's the shoot f