It’s cool and dark outside as I drive, dark clouds hovering over the plains,I listen to the gentle taps of the raindrops as they hit my windshield. I make a turn into the LA Vie restaurant parking lot. I notice it's packed with many cars as I desperately search for a parking space. The rain drops start to get heavy. After what feels like forever I finally find a spot up ahead. Relieved, I drive towards it, it's short lived as a car speeds past me and snatches it. I hoot then step out of my car, too angry to pay any attention to the heavy downpour weighing on my body. I stand in front of my car, arms crossed, words at the tip of my tongue ready to shoot ammunition.
A man steps out of the car, he walks up to me. He slowly scans the area before his gaze lands on me. He takes slow confident strides towards me until he is a few feet away, he's tall enough to make me crane my neck to meet his gaze. The rain gets heavier, clouding my vision making it difficult to maintain eye contact with him. He has a strong intoxicating scent. A mixture of coconut and vanilla that pleasantly invades my nose."Look I found that spot first, please give it back."The man folds his arms, "Find another spot." His voice is deep and strong."There is no other spot mister.""Hmm.""Hmm? What do you mean hmm ? Is that a hmm as in I'm gonna fix it or a hmm as in whatever?""It's not my problem.""It sure damn is since you took my spot.""I didn't realise your name was engraved in it. Should I go and look?" I detect a trace of an Italian accent. It wasn't there when he first spoke. Interesting. I don't miss the hint of sarcasm in his voice as well. Irritation boils inside of me."Look around," I stretch out my arms, "There is no–"I'm interrupted by a loud bursting noise. A strong pop rings in my ears momentarily deafening them. Confused, I glance around and spot the restaurant in pieces. My chest tightens and my blood runs cold. Before I can register what to do next, I'm pushed to the ground, shielded by a body. Another explosion goes off this time so near that I feel pieces of glass fly around me, on me, besides me. My body is paralyzed with fear. Flat on the ground I look around, glass, metal , flesh is everywhere. My head throbs with pain. A warm liquid runs down the left side of my face. I swipe it off with my fingers and look at them, they are stained red, panic bubbles inside me as I stare at my bloodied fingers. I feel the air being sucked out of my lungs. Wrecked cars and bodies are scattered all over. The pungent smell of burning flesh stings in the air. Cars are on fire, people screaming and blood, there's so much of it. Not enough rain from the sky can wash away the blood. Bile rises up my throat. I topple over to the side and spill out this morning and afternoon's contents on the side. All I see is red, so much red. My body is shaking and heaving as I empty my stomach. Once done I scoot away from the mess. I'm soon helped to my feet and dragged away from the mess. My mind is so disconnected from my body. There's so much blood everywhere. My mouth tastes bitter. Vomit threatens to spill out again but all that comes out is a dry heave, I might vomit my internal organs at this rate.I'm made to crouch down again. My tears mix with the rain. I feel so cold,shivers wreck my body. I can't breathe and my chest hurts, it hurts so bad. I start to feel lightheaded. The rain isn't helping matters as it makes me feel as though I'm drowning,slowly. This doesn't feel real, this is just a nightmare right? The pain waves moving through my body tell me otherwise."Hey hey ! Look here." A strong commanding voice snaps me back to reality. His voice brings me back to reality, I thought he left."Breath." He commands. I inhale then exhale. Just as I'm regaining composure he quickly drags me to my feet, and we start to sprint. We approach a ditch, hesitation creeps in, he locks his hand in mine, this eases my nerves a little."We're not gonna make it." I say.He says nothing and tugs my hand urging me to speed up. Ignoring my aching body, I pick up the pace. Were we gonna make it ?Another explosion goes off and the world goes black."Lani,Lani" a soft voice calls out to me. My eyes flutter open, I'm in a meadow, a beautiful colorfu, meadow. I pluck a lilly from the ground and bring it to my nose, it's sweet scent invades my nose. "Lani, Lani." Only one person used to call me that. Val. My heart stops for a second.I desperately look around to find her. "Val! Val!" I call out. There's a pocket of silence for a minute before she calls out again. I quickly take to my feet and follow the voice. I spot a head full of red hair among the flowers not far from me. Feeling like my heart is about to leap out of my chest I approach it slowly, my feet grazing the rough shrubs and grass as I walk. When I'm inches away I extend a hand, "Val?" I call out and I hold my breath. Hoping and praying that it's her. She giggles and my heart swells with warmth, the sound pleasantly fills my ears. My eyes start to gather up tears. "Go back Lani." That's the last thing I hear before the world goes black again. My eyes flutter open and
My nose is immediately hit by his scent,I greedily take it in, inhaling and exhaling more times than necessary, I feel the warmth of his gaze warming my body instantly. The room suddenly feels so hot, my gaze falls on the cool glass of water sitting a few feet from me. Maybe it will cool the warm waves moving through my body. Before I can reach for it, it's already in front of me,with strong large fingers wrapped around it making it seem like a toddlers cup. Not lifting my eyes from the glass I grab it, my fingers brush against his in the process sending chills through my body. Maybe it's the morphine being pumped into my veins because my body is reacting in an odd way. I drink the water in one swig, my body feeling no effect of the water, if only it burns up more. I place it on the table beside me, and my eyes scan him from head to toe until our gazes clash. I lose my heartbreak for a second. His eyes, something about his eyes make my heart thump in familiarity, one eye is flaked g
It's been some minutes now, not a word uttered by either one of us. It weighs in the room like a thick fog. I watch as his jaw ticks, and his fingers twirl on one of his rings. I can almost see the cogs in his head turning. He's making sure to put extra thought into what he will say next. He twirls his rings because it helps him think, he doesn't seem nervous. His presence is weirdly imposing and threatening at the same time. He finally breaks the ice. The twirling and the ticking stop, a dark look casts over his face."We both know that wasn't a terrorist attack." He then inches closer. For some reason the air in the room suddenly got thicker, it's much harder to breathe. Composure, I must maintain composure.Deciding on playing the role of the oblivious damsel I reply. "I'm not following Mr Valkov."He rests a hand on my shoulder, my skin burns from the contact. His fingers start to trace my collarbone, branding my skin as they move. He cranes his head, the warmth of his breath se
I take a sip of my soda that has been marinating on the table for the last ten minutes, its ice has long dissolved into the drink making it more watery than I need it to be. I check the time on my watch, he'll be here soon. It's not too late to cancel and bolt, I've been running my whole life anyway. I shove down the thoughts of doubt to the back of my head. That's what got me into this situation anyway, running. Plus where would I go where he wouldn't find me?Feeling my nerves almost get the better of me, I order something much stronger. Whiskey always does the job. A few minutes later I'm chugging down my whiskey, I gulp down half of its contents leaving my throat stinging and a bitter aftertaste. My eyes water and my nostrils feels as though there's a bonfire being hosted in them. I however, feel myself relax a little, I lean back into my chair, my nose is immediately assaulted by a familiar coconut and vanilla scent. My eyes meet his the minute I look besides me, I nearly knock
It's been two weeks since I last saw Roman. It's not that I want to see him,then again maybe I do. It just makes me anxious, you know. Just a month ago I was nearly killed and just two weeks ago I made a deal with the devil who wouldn't be anxious. Time is ticking. I need to deal with my past quickly before it deals with me. But of course he's taking his sweet time, it's not like he has a deadline to meet. I've been pulling out my hair and eating my toenails stressed shitless. If they won't kill me then my stress will. That's why I've been standing outside one of his many office buildings for the last thirty minutes. It took me two days to narrow down which of the many buildings in the country he'd make an appearance. It took me an hour of calling annoying receptionists in a pathetic effort to book an appointment. I don't know how many times I've heard "He's unavailable" or "He's a busy man". I'm one breakdown away from bombing all the gaddamn offices.Maybe I should turn up at his u
I brushed off yesterday's pathetic attempt on crashing Roman's meeting. Next time I'll break into his house.I walk into my office inhaling the wonderful raspberry aroma filling the area. It always soothes me, I make my way past my staff, nodding and accepting greetings. Working will get my mind off things. My assistant Annie eventually catches me and we walk in sync. "Morning Miss Michaels." I almost burst out laughing. Micheals is the fake surname I adopted years ago, the one that gave me a fresh start. I'm beginning to think it has no value anymore I mean otherwise I wouldn't have been discovered right?Annie takes my coat and hands me coffee. "Should I bring the same flavoured donuts for your guests as well or maybe I should confirm with them?"I stop in my tracks and glance at my watch. It's six thirty I'm not supposed to have any clients until ten. "Why didn't you mention that before Annie?"She looks away flustered. "Well they told me you were expecting them so assumed you al
I can only hear gunshots and the heavy thumps of corpses hitting the ground around me. Both my brain and my stomach are throbbing with excruciating pain. I'm curled up like a foetus, anxiously trying to protect my body from the flurry of bullets flying by. The bullets seem to go forever before stopping. I pull my head free of my arms and sneak a peek. My nose is assaulted by a familiar intoxicating scent, I don't need to look up to know who's standing in front of me. I sit up ignoring the protest of my body oozing with pain. Roman eyes me intently, his gaze sweeping over my body. He extends a hand, I immediately grab on to it and he hoists me up gently. He struts over to his car. Roman's made men gather my pursuers' bodies and toss them in cars. They'll all dead. A honk startles me out of my thoughts. Roman catches my attention."Aren't you going to get in the car?"I make my way to the car and step in immediately feeling the warmth of the heater. I sink into his plush leather seats
We're at Roman's penthouse, my temporary home for the next few months. On our way up I was addressed as Mrs Valkov at least fifty times, it still tastes foreign on my tongue. I don't think I'll ever get used to it. I've spent the last ten years using a fake surname. Now I have another, crazy. Does that mean I have to change my documents now? I'm overthinking this. I snap out of thoughts and focus on my surroundings. It's a very gorgeous penthouse with the best view. We passed by so many floors on our way up, Roman says his men occupy some of the floors and the other floors are for recreational purposes. I make a mental note to explore the rest of the floors later. I'm introduced to his staff, Elena who handles housekeeping and Chef Ranov who does the cooking."So what do you people do for fun? Target practice on dead bodies maybe?""Would you like to be the subject of today's practice?"I purse my lips. "So how do we handle commuting? I'm sure your work has an awkward schedule anywa
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