Katarina It took a whole week before Kylan was finally discharged from the hospital. I didn't leave his side for a day, and Diana came to visit from time to time. He was getting a lot better, but was yet to make a full recovery. I rose from the bed earlier than usual to prepare breakfast before Kylan could wake up. It had become a daily schedule, one that I had been upholding for the past three days ever since Kylan's discharge from the hospital. He was against me waking up so early, but it couldn't be helped. He couldn't fend for himself well just yet, and I was the only one around who could help with the chores and cooking. I moved quietly through the house, not wanting to disturb Kylan. He wouldn't let me lift a finger the moment he wakes up, and I didn't want to start the day with an argument. Our relationship was already standing on thin ice, and I didn't want to let the rift between us grow any further. It took me half an hour to finish with everything, and Kylan was aw
Katarina It was a quiet and exhausting flight back to Seattle. I slept throughout most of the flight, while Kylan remained awake, sorting our problems with work. By the time we alighted from the plane, Diana was already at the airport waiting to pick us up. I was glad with her punctuality, I might have lost my senses if I had to spend another hour or two waiting for her to come and pick us up. All of this weakness was probably coming from my anxiety, but whenever Kylan asked if I was alright, I would fake a smile and lie that I was fine. He had issues to deal with as well, and I didn't want to dump all of my trauma on him. The both of us had gone through the same ordeal, and he probably had it worse than me. "I'll get the bags, don't worry about it." Diana said before gesturing for me to go inside. She could see through my facade, and she knew damn well that I was more exhausted than ever. I thanked her with a bright smile before walking towards the mansion in front of me. I
Kylan Katarina was right, perhaps I was taking things a little too seriously. I was yet to make a full recovery, and putting myself through too much stress was not advisable. However, there was a lot of work to be done. My problems seemed to be piling up every passing day, and I didn't want to wait until they became too much for me to handle at once. However, taking things slowly was probably the best thing to do at the moment. I was trying to solve everything at once, and it did nothing but disorient me even more. "I'll be leaving for the hospital soon, I want to see how my father is doing." I said to Katarina who was halfway asleep. It felt great seeing her calm and chill without losing her mind over the entire situation with Joanna. It had been a traumatizing experience, but I was glad that she was slowly getting over everything that had happened. "I'll come with you," Katarina suggested, but I quickly dismissed the conversation. What she needed now was rest, and it was ver
Katarina Kylan was already awake by the time I opened my eyes. The air was chill, and everything seemed dull even though the sun was already up and shining outside. I didn't need an explanation to know that everything was the way it was because of Makayla's funeral. "Good morning.." I drawled out slowly to catch Kylan's attention. "Good morning." He replied with a smile, one that added a little life to the gloomy atmosphere. I got down from the bed and headed for the bathroom for a quick bath before joining Kylan outside. Even though the events of the day weren't a joyous one, he managed to keep a smile on his face to comfort me and make sure that I didn't feel uncomfortable in any way. After having breakfast, we both got ready for the funeral which was supposed to start by noon. The Anderson's had their own burial grounds, and everything was supposed to take place there. It took thirty minutes to get to the designated location. When we arrived, there was already a small cr
Kylan Just when I thought things were getting better, another problem had spawned out of nowhere, and now I was caught up in the middle of everything. Even though I had expected that this matter would arise sooner or later, I did not expect it to escalate the way it did. Apparently Joanna had been part of a mafia group, and her family's company had been affiliated with this group as well. According to what Diana had told me, the mafia group she had been part of didn't believe that she had died from an ordinary robbery. They believed that she had been murdered, and now they had begun sniffing around for people who might be involved with her death. According to Diana, Katarina would definitely be one of their targets. Since she was Joanna's friend, it was impossible for her to not be a suspect. Chances were that they were already looking for her, and that meant that keeping her indoors and out of danger was paramount. They probably didn't know of her location at the moment, but the
Kylan "Right now, you shouldn't worry too much about Christopher," Cole continued, his breath misting lightly in the cool evening air. "Not when you have the possible threat of an entire mafia gang coming down on you." "I get your concerns," I sighed, slipping my hands into my pockets. The weather had gotten cool rather quickly. "But I doubt Joanna was that important to warrant their entire organization coming after her killer for revenge. Regardless, I will protect my sister and Katarina at all costs." Cole chuckled slightly when I said that, as if he almost didn't believe me. When I turned to look at him, I saw that he was already moving backwards away from the metal bench we had been standing beside. "Alright then boss," he said with a quirked smile. "Be careful though. You better not end up doing something you might end up regretting." With that, he turned and headed towards the sleek silver Mercedes parked several meters away near a food stand. I stood there for a fe
Kylan I stood there for a while, balling my hands into fists as a brief flash of annoyance passed through my mind at how the effects of other people's actions were rippling down into my personal life. With a heavy exhale, I forced myself to remain calm and went into my room. There was no use getting angry now, not when everything was still going according to plan so far. I could not afford to let my temper get the better of me, not when things were still a bit hot. As I lay on my bed, my mind finally began recalling the scene from the kitchen earlier tonight. But as much as I wanted to enjoy it, Katarina's disappointed visage continued to interrupt my attempts at reminiscing about the moment. She had the right to be angry, and the situation wasn't getting any better. With a frustrated sigh, I placed my pillow over my head and shifted my thoughts towards going over my plans for dealing with any unwanted threats that might arise as a result of Joanna's death. That proved as good
Kylan At first all I could think of was smashing the brains of the man before me into the ground, but after realizing that there was no air of hostility around him, I managed to keep my plans to myself. "I'm Kylan Anderson, what do you want?" I returned coldly. It was clear that this man was one of Joanna's gang members, the snake tattoo on his neck was all I needed to see to be certain of it. If he was one of them, why wasn't he doing something? Was this part of a big plan? Or could I just be overthinking everything? He took a step forward, and in response, my hands instinctively curled into a fist, ready to attack at any minor inconvenience. Realizing that I was not receiving him very well, he raised his hands in a gesture of submission before dropping the cigarette in between his fingers to the ground. "If you're really Kylan Anderson, then it's probably best that I tell you not to move any further. You might think you're strong enough, but I promise you that you're no