Igor looks at me like I’m crazy for a few beats. I repeat my words. “Let my brother go and I’ll do whatever you want me to do.”“You say that now, after you stabbed me?”I gulp, unsure of what to say to that. He keeps the ball of tissues on his chest and then he turns around to discard them before pulling new ones. His whole back is covered in the not detailed tattoo of a skull I’ve ever seen before. There’s a cross right on its forehead, and I can’t help but wonder what it means. So far, nothing is going according to plan. I didn’t plan on begging him to not hurt my brother. He was supposed to be dead by now but I couldn’t see it through. I don’t think I’ll ever forget the feeling of sliding the knife in him, even if just the tip. It’s the most horrible feeling in the world. “I don’t quite know what to do with you, Clara,” he says, and I have to admit that he sounds honest. I stare down at my feet as humiliation rocks through me. I remind myself that this is for my brother, and s
I manage to sleep through the night by some miracle. When I wake up, my eyes are heavy and gritty. Washing my face doesn’t quite get rid of the feeling. When I stare into the mirror, I lock eyes with my reflection and stare at myself for the longest time. I don’t recognize the broken woman staring back at me. My face is that of a stranger’s. I’ve come to some shocking realizations overnight, and the words Igor uttered to my brother are still with me. I’m a Makárov now. That’s what he thinks. I guess a part of me always thought that this was all some joke and that once my family intervened, I’d be freed. The only rescue mission was ruined by Boris and my brother didn’t even want to come. I thought they’d come through the elevator shooting, all to get me away from here, but that isn’t going to happen. I don’t think I’ll be getting out of here anymore. I go back to the bedroom and to my surprise, I see Hubert standing at the foot of my bed. The tray of breakfast is already on the
Despite the fact that this event is supposed to be an important one, I don’t receive any assistance in getting ready like I did for the engagement party. It was a tremendous waste of time and money, in my opinion, considering the fact that I was only at the party for about thirty minutes, but since it wasn’t my money or time wasted, I don’t really care. Hubert brings me a new dress, which is what I’m expected to wear tonight. It’s a lovely gown that’s not too formal but not casual enough to wear outside a formal event. It’s just the kind of dress that anyone should have one of—thin sleeves, a decent side slit with no embellishment on it whatsoever. “I picked it myself,” Hubert informs me. “I thought it would suit you.”“Thank you, Hubert,” I say with a small smile. Whenever I’m in his presence, I feel safe and seen. Though he works for Igor and will always ultimately be loyal to him, he’s good to me, and I don’t have the feeling that he betrays my feelings to Igor whenever I confide
I furrow my brows. “Excuse me?”She walks toward me and in that moment, something takes over me. I stand upright and my hands are balled at my sides. I tell myself that I’m prepared to attack this woman if she does it to me first. She’s taller than me—much taller—and she’s wearing heels, which only emphasizes our height difference. Regardless of this, I won’t let myself be intimidated by her. She’s already called me a whore; she’s already crossed a line. She stops a few feet in front of me and narrows her eyes at me. They’re dark and lined with even darker eyeliner. Her skin is golden brown, and her dark hair is being held in place by a hair claw. “You must think you’re so special, don’t you?” she demands. “You strut around like you own the place and you don’t even realize how ridiculous you are!”This takes me aback because I have no idea what she’s talking about. “I don’t strut in any way and even if I did, it wouldn’t be any of your business.” This makes her chuckle. “Of course
The two guards who pulled the drunk man off me are now standing on either side of me while we wait for the damned meeting to end. The drunk man is passed out at my feet. I think he’s been knocked on the head but I’m not certain. I wasn’t focused on paying attention on what was being done to him. I just wanted him to stay away from me. I’m not as deeply affected by all for his as I thought I’d be. Maybe I’m becoming desensitized to all this; there’s so much happening to me that I don’t care anymore. Perhaps it’ll all hit me much later when I’m back in my room alone but right now I’d be lying if I said that I wanted to break down or cry. I just want to get out of here. It’s a long while before Igor strides into the apartment, followed by more guards. The sight of him makes me openly roll my eyes. He walks with this swelled sense of self-importance that is disgusting. “Dismissed,” he barks. “All of you, fuck off.”I stand as well though I know he isn’t talking to me. He cuts me a lo
It's as silent as a grave in the car.I tell myself that all I need is not show despair in order to see this through. If I can just keep myself together, I can survive anything. I've come this far. Whatever job he has planned for me isn't going to be the thing that will break me.The one person who is particularly pleased about all of this is Leo. He can't wipe the smirk off his face and I wish it didn't get to me so much. What's his problem? He acts like I had a choice in all this. I didn't ask for any of this to happen. Whatever troubles my presence here is causing is Igor's fault, not mine. His office is right downtown, which surprises me. I'm now curious about what kind of legitimate business he runs. I'm not ignorant to our ways; it's the illegal businesses that made us wealthy, and this is the same for everyone I know. I'm only shocked because I thought the Makárovs were strictly into illegal and obscure businesses.It seems I was very wrong.The driver parks the car right in f
Being alone with Boris isn’t how I thought I’d spend my day but again, if this is to get back at Igor, then I’ll gladly do it. Since Boris is part-owner of the company, he has rights to make decisions. And because employees are also under his jurisdiction as well, he can give me whatever order he pleases. Including leaving with him. “Don’t worry about Igor,” he tells me as we settle into the car seat. “I’ll deal with him later.”“Who says I’m worried?” This makes him shake his head with an amused expression on his face. He gives his driver an order in Russian and we’re off. I don’t know where it is we’re going and don’t ask either. I don’t really care. However, I can’t deny that the idea to try to escape creeps into my mind. Yes, I know I made a promise to Igor, but since my brother is no longer in immediate danger and there’s already a war anyway, what’s the worst that can happen? Once I’m safely back home, he won’t be able to get to me. He’ll stop being a threat. I don’t have
Boris took care of everything for me and now, I'm ready to go to this gala with him.My hair is up and I'm wearing a light pink dress that is absolutely fabulous. He arranged all of this last minute, which means that I couldn't have the dress adjusted, but I have no complaints. In fact, I think I suspect that this had to have been pre-arranged, because there is no way he got everything together so quickly.Then again, what do I know?We're back in his car and his driver is taking us to the venue. He complimented my appearance back at the boutique and all I could do was thank him. He was kind enough to do this for me and if I have to be completely honest with myself, I'm glad to be out of that apartment for a whole day. Even though I still think Boris is obnoxious, I'm glad he's done this for me.I don't think I'll be able to tell him that, though. I don't know if I have it in me to be so humble. It doesn't take long for us to reach the venue of the gala—only about five minutes since
I watch the waves crash into the shore while the ocean breeze rustles my hair. I take a deep breath, drawing the salty air into my lungs and holding it in hopes that it’ll become a part of me. There’s nothing as therapeutic as this. The sun is deliciously warm today. Most days, it’s burning hot, but today, it’s just perfect. I’m lounging in the hammock in the porch of our beach house. I do this every morning as soon as I wake up because it helps me dispel my troubled thoughts. Whenever I think about all those traumatic events of the last couple of months, I feel like I’ll never truly move on from them, but when I come out here, my hope is renewed. Things will get better at some point. As long as I’m seeking help and am surrounded by my loved ones, I’ll be perfectly fine. I close my eyes, take another deep breath, and then reopen them when I hear someone approaching. I turn my head to look at the door and see Igor leaning against the door with a cup of tea in his hand. It’s for me
IgorGetting home is my only priority at the moment, and as soon as I step through the elevator, I feel relieved. The first person I see is Anastasia. She rushes toward me with tear stained cheeks. “Igor. For the love of God. Don’t do anything stupid.”“Where is she?” I demand. “Where’s Clara?”“You can’t kill Leo,” she says, following me all the way up the stairs. “Remember the promise your father made you make. You’re supposed to stick together no matter what. You’re supposed to forgive each other.”I ignore her and start opening doors while calling her name desperately. I have to see her. Fuck, I have to hold her. I have to make sure she’s okay before I go looking for that traitorous fucker. “Igor!” Anastasia exclaims, trying to get my attention. A door on the other end of the corridor opens, and she peers out. I race toward her, and when she sees me, she rushes toward me. I drop my bag and gather her in my arms. “Clara,” I say her name. Like a prayer. “My love.”She’s sobbing.
There were more endless hours of waiting. At this point, I've started losing hope. I've already cried and screamed, and now there's nothing left of me to pour out into the world.I’m missing Alex and Dimitri like crazy. I fear I’ll never see them again. I’m starting to actually acknowledge the fact that I’ve been beyond stupid for not having told anyone in the family about my suspicions. Yes, Boris knows, but has news of my disappearance gotten out yet?What’s even going on out there? What’s being said?It’s impossible to know what Leo made up. He could’ve said that he never saw me, and then I’d be screwed. I didn’t encounter anyone when I reached the penthouse; it was just him. I’m hungry and thirsty. My back is killing me, and the pain behind my eyes hasn’t subsided yet. I close my eyes for a few minutes each time, but I open them when I feel myself falling asleep. I don’t want to be caught off guard. I want to see whatever it is that he’ll do to me. The door opens, and I sit upr
IgorI grip my phone tightly in my fist. “What do you mean she’s gone? Gone where?”“That’s what we’re trying to figure out,” Ivan replies, flustered. “Ivan,” I say through my teeth. “You’re not making any sense here. You’re telling me that the driver dropped her off in the garage, and she went up. But nobody saw her in the apartment. And it’s like she’s vanished into thin air?”“Yes, that’s about it.”I sag against the couch, then decide that there’s no way I can sit when this is happening. I run my fingers through my hair, feeling more frustrated than ever. “Is it possible that she stepped out for a bit without telling anyone?”This is reminding me of when she first went missing all those years ago. I was so lost, and hopeful, too. I kept imagining her walking through the door, saying that she just went shopping or something. I had no idea that she’d already found out about everything and left me, feeling betrayed. This is reminding me of that day, that’s for sure, but this time,
To my immense surprise, a smile curves Leo’s lips instead of the opposite. He’s supposed to be terrified that I know his secret, but instead, he’s smiling at me. “Have you lost your mind?” he asks in the most unconvincing voice that I’ve ever heard in all my life. “Is that it?”“You won’t fool me,” I announce. “I know it’s you. You’re behind every single bad thing that’s happened to this family for some time now. You’re not a friend, Leo. You’re a foe. You’re an enemy. You’re the one who ordered someone to hit Igor’s car, and then, you shot Luke in hopes to clean your tracks. And then, when Igor survived the crash, you paid that shooter. And just when we were going to look into, he shows up dead in his apartment. How’s all of this supposed to be a coincidence?”There’s that smile again. Honestly, it scares me. I know what he’s capable of. There’s no reason why I shouldn’t be afraid. “Those are some really filthy accusations, Clara. I’ve sacrificed a lot for this family. I’ve risked
I exit Boris’ building with my heart in my throat. The situation is getting out of control. If Leo truly is behind all of this, then I have my work cut out for me. I’m supposed to be working with him (and Ivan, of course) to find out who is behind all of this. Now, I’ll have to work against him. The five security guards are all around me, forming a half-moon shape. Technically, I’m protected from anyone who might want to attack me, but I don’t feel safe. How can I, when I’m living in the same house as the person who wants to destroy Igor? It’s him who’s behind all of this, and the faster I come to terms with this, the more sense everything makes. We’re just stepping outside when a car screeches to a halt in front of the building. Before I can even register what’s happening, they’re pushing me back, trying to shield me from what’s happening. They draw their weapons, and I realize that my head is spinning, and things are happening in slow motion right before my eyes. “Take her bac
“I wouldn’t recommend seeing him,” Ivan tells me. “He’s bad news, and we all know what his intentions with you are. He’ll probably ask you to marry him.”“He’d receive no for an answer,” I state firmly. “He says he might have some information for us. Wouldn’t it be wise to hear him out?”“‘Might’ isn’t a good enough word. He ‘might’ve have nothing valuable to tell us.”“But what if he does?” I ask. “I know he would never hurt me.”“You’re the Head now,” he says with a sigh. “You’re free to make whatever decision you please. For us, that’s sacred, and we don’t take it for granted. Not going is only my advice, but if you wish to go, you’re free to do so.”I sit back, and put my fork down. I think deeply of what he’s saying. Should I go? Would Boris be helpful? I think he will, so I say, “I think I’ll go.”“I’ll arrange a car and a group of security to accompany you, then,” he concedes. “In the meantime, I’m going to start looking into—”We hear the elevator, and soon enough, Leo joins u
I wake up in the middle of the night, sweating, and with Luke’s voice echoing in my ears. This is the first time I’ve dreamt of him since that thing happened. I keep hearing the gunshot, too, and it echoes in my mind. I wipe my eyes, and then sit up. My mouth is parched, so I have to get some water. I don’t have any in the room. I should probably bring a bottle with me from the kitchen so that I don’t have to go downstairs again. I open the door as quietly as possible, not wanting to wake anyone up. Before I head downstairs, I check on the boys first. They’re just next door, so it’s easier for me to keep an eye on them. They’re both sleeping peacefully, so I close the door carefully and then creep downstairs. I step into the kitchen and open the fridge. After finding a glass, I pour water in it, and tip my head back as I down all of it. I immediately feel better; more refreshed and awake. The noise in my head is a lot less, and I feel I can sleep again if I tried. It’s only two in
The boys love Hubert. Then again, if I have to be completely honest, I don’t know who wouldn’t. He’s the most caring person in the world. I’ve told him that I don’t want the boys to know about Igor’s ‘death’ just yet. He isn’t dead, so to tell them something and then have to admit to them that it had all been a lie would be too much. They’re only five years old. This is a matter that would have even adults spiraling. Hubert doesn’t know the truth yet, though. I really feel bad. I can tell that he’s having a hard time coping, but he’s too much of a professional to ever let it show. After dinner, the boys were filled with restless energy, and they were curious about this new place that we would call home. Hubert showed them around, and told them everything he felt they needed to know about the place. It was just the four of us, along with the cook and the maid, both whom I hadn’t seen yet. That was last night. This morning, it’s honestly pretty much the same; the only difference is