Listen to me, if you’re-“ “Shut up.” I was taken aback by his sudden choice of word. “Let’s get something straight miss Grey, I do not appreciate people talking to me, and I loathe it more when people talk back at me. Truthfully, you are crossing your limit and patience with me. So from now on, you’ll do exactly what I say and as I say. You understand me?” ………………………………………………….. Mystery. Romance. Deceit. Finding evidences of her dead brother’s whereabouts, Becky Grey believes that he is still alive. In pursuit to find her brother and restore her family’s remaining happiness, she encounters the infamous and Godforsakenly alluring Russian bastard Sinister Alexander Salvaltore and gets ensnared in his plan of capturing her brother. In order to attain his goal, he offers her a deal. However, the deeper she dives into the tangles of Sinister’s merciless world, she finds herself in a hauntingly farmiliar past. A past that she has been erased from- A past that she cannot escape. Unsettling secrets loom the air of her maddening relationship with Sinister. The question is, will she run from him? Or to him?
View MoreNOTE;(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
~^~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
~^~ 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 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 outregardless 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 slipping in
~^~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
~^~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
~^~“Oh no, I was going to bring you to this room to stay in anyway," she assured me kindly, “It's his bedroom.""Oh," I said feeling my face for some odd reason burn up.“You can freshen up and get some rest if you'd like, it's already very late." She worried.“Thank you,"She smiled in response and left. Honestly, I felt disgusting- both internally and externally. I hadn't taken a shower since morning and I was aching to do so and wash away my lies and selfishness. Shutting the door lock for the night, I headed to the bathroom when my elbow suddenly hit the closet door open revealing many shirts of his. I ran my hand along all and for some reason, I felt as if I could even smell his rich spicy cold cologne. This shouldn't be so pleasing I mentally slapped myself and headed to the shower where I stripped down and turned the sweltering water on to cover my body. After Iwas finished, I couldn't help but throw on one of the shirts. I took out the dark navy blue and threw it over me
~^~I parked in the driveway and stepped out feeling a bit uneasy but I sucked it up and headed to the door, ringing the doorbell once.What the hell am I really doing?No. No.Stick to the plan.Staying here would buy me more time. I rang the doorbell once more and took a deep breath until a decently aged woman opened the door quite confused. She stared at me with her honeyed brown eyes and dark brown hair that was complemented by a few strands beginning to grey which was tied in a messy bun."Mrs. Salvatore." I smiled sweetly.There was something that seemed sad about her. There was her face seemed to drop and age- almost like she was deprived of something- or someone."Oh, a new face in the neighborhood?" she mirrored my smile back at me. The way she smiled reminded me of Sinister’s -oh so scarce rare genuine ones- the ones thatwould only happen once in a blue moon that is. Now that I mentioned it and observed her a little more, her smile seemed to be the only familiar trait to hi
"Oh my god," I trembled."Becky maybe you should just relax a little," Finny stated worriedly.“I can't, I need to find out. Who is this man and why did he help me and what did he mean? I don't understand a thing. Is he working for Sinister to find me?"“As far as I know, he doesn't do anyone's errands, Piranha." Moe shrugged.“There isn't much information I can gather from him here which is odd because my system usually can go through secure software," Ricard stated, "But what I can find is that he was born in a small town in England. Both his parents are deceased and he was placed in an adoption home by his Nanny in London. I assumed his parents left him in her care when they died.""How did they die?" I asked."Murdered but not much is stated again here." “If he wanted to kill me he could have. If he worked with Sinister then he could have taken me with him. If he wanted to hurt me he could have. Instead, he saved me and gave me his necklace. He was warning me about something- abo
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