Chapter Twenty-Three

Finding myself in the dark-coloured room again, I sighed, feeling my wound throbbing with a strange numbing sensation. It made me almost regret not listening to Tristan.

I groaned, sitting on the edge of the bed, feeling utterly worn down.

Collapsing myself onto the soft mattress, I looked up at the ceiling allowing myself to think. 

It was harder than I thought, getting through to this man. He wouldn't budge. It was going to take much more time than I had anticipated. It wasn't just the Venturi I needed to stop, but Jackson too. He would definitely take the chance to reign over the empire I had built.

I sighed, realising I had made more enemies than I thought possible. Both of them wanting, the end of me. While Venturi had taken some sort of liking towards me, I knew him well enough to know he would do anything to reach his goal, and from what the 'twins' had told me, he was even willing to kill for it. 

He had killed many