LOGINNIKOLAIKaitlyn breaks the kiss and pulls me back, her eyes softening.“You should see him,” she whispers.I rub her hand, letting out a heavy smile before reluctantly getting up from the bed.I hold her hand, staring passionately into her eyes as the kiss replays in my head over and over again.“Are you sure about this?” I mutter.She forces a smile and nods.“You should hear him out,” she whispers.My shoulders slump, and I nod.“Alright then,” I mutter, slowly sliding my hand out of her hold.I take hesitant steps back, my eyes still fixed on her.“Boss?” Tom calls from behind. I can hear that ting of amusement in his voice, and it's fucking annoying.I turn around and dart a glare in his direction before heading for the door.Tom chuckles and trails after me.My chest tightens in rage as we walk down the bustling hallway.I know damn well he is only here to talk about his son and plead for his release.This will be my way of punishing him for betraying my mother. I will make sure
NIKOLAIThe moment she saw my face, she slumped into unconsciousness.She is back in the hospital bed she ran away from, her eyes still closed and her lips still trembling.I squeeze her slightly warm hand, hoping that she will wake up soon.I have told her a lot of lies and made several game promises to her, to the point that she trusts me to take her own life.I'll make it right this time. I have to make it all right now that I have a second chance.I sigh and kiss her hand, rubbing her pale knuckles as I stare at her face.If only I had returned when I was supposed to. That bastard wouldn't have dared to raise a hand on her.I let out another sigh, cursing under my breath as I dart constant concerned glances at her.Her eyes suddenly fly open, and my heart jumps into my throat.“Mi amor?” I whisper, snapping up to my feet.She groans and turns her head to the side, fighting the fucking lights that are piercing into her eyes.I stand up, walk over to the switch, and turn off the lig
KAITLYN A steady rhythmic beep keeps echoing in my head, but now I can hear something other than that. I can hear Loraine's sobs, and I can feel Ana’s hand pressed against my arm.I can feel my feet and my hands. I can also feel my own heartbeat and hear the slow, steady beat.All that is left is to overcome this darkness that I am submerged in.“I promise to come back,” a whisper sneaks into my mind, and my breath hitches in my throat.My lips part, and I suck in a deep breath and pull my eyes open.I gasp out and jerk up from the bed, letting the sharp light hit me violently.I tremble and squint my eyes, breathing heavily.“Kait!” Ana's shrill scream pierces my ears, and I wince.Loraine's hand grips mine, and she grabs my chin, turning my head on all sides.“You… you are awake,” she stutters, her eyes wide and full of tears.I slowly nod. My emotions are still numb, and I can't think clearly about what had happened earlier.I don't know if I should be happy or sad, but I do have
NIKOLAI I grab Marco by the hand and pull him towards my mother's tombstone.Heavy rain is falling, and the weather is cold as fuck, but neither of us cares about that.He is still bleeding from the gunshot, and he won't stop panting for breath.His other hand is pressed right against his bleeding belly, and the other clutches tight onto my shirt.“Why did you bury her in a place like this?” He blurts out when he looks up and darts his eyes around the environment.“It's none of your business!” I spit out with so much hatred eating me up.I continue to pull him towards the tombstone, neither of us saying a word until we reach the granite stone that had my mother's name engraved in it.I let go of Marco, and he drops to his knees.My chest tightens as I watch him stretch forth his hand and run his bloodstained fingers across the engraved names on the stone.My eyes dim when I hear his low whimpers as he caresses my mother's name.“I should have given up. I should have given up,” he whi
NIKOLAII push the large iron gates open and stumble in.Marco is sitting right on the ground, a gun in his hand.He glares at me with bloodshot eyes, seething with rage and fear.I am covered with blood from his men and rain. My palm is so glued to the black handle of the axe that I fear my flesh will tear out if I let go of the axe.I let out a breath and stagger forward, my head tilting to the side as I stare coldly at him.“It's over, Don Marco,” I whisper.His jaw clenches, and he slowly lowers the gun.“You are really letting everything go just to get revenge, aren't you?” he whispers.My throat knots as guilt begins to slide in. He is trying to gaslight me, but I won't fall for it.I have been fighting in the rain for hours, driving across the city just to track him down. Now that I have him in the palm of my hand, he is trying to make me feel guilty.I look up at him, my jaw clenching.“Yes, I am risking it all.”Horror flashes past his eyes, and he chuckles.“You can only hur
KAITLYN “Another step closer and I'll slit my throat!” My threat echoes, forcing everyone to freeze. I glare at their pale faces until my gaze lands on Jesse.His jaw is on the floor, his hands are sweating, and his skin is so pale that he looks no different from a cold body.I can see fear and shock in his eyes as he stares at me, keeping a distance away like I asked.He slowly begins to raise his hand, his forehead covered with beads of sweat.“Kaitlyn, put down the blade, please,” he whispers in a voice full of horror and false concern.My eyes darken in rage, and I press the blade deeper into flesh.His eyes widen even more and his hand drops. He nods and takes a step back, narrowing his eyes as he grits his teeth.“No one will get in my way, is that understood?" I growl.They all exchange glances, confused and in fear.“Miss Peterson, please put the knife down. You're in front of an altar,” the fake priest blurts out in a quivering voice.I snap a glare at him, rage rushing thr
KAITLYN “Hey, Kaitlyn, wake up," I hear a voice whisper into my ear as I lie still and almost dead.Why did the voice sound so familiar? Why does it remind me of him?"Kaitlyn?” My eyes slowly open, not because I am strong enough but because I want to be sure it is who I think it is.And just lik
KAITLYNSilence reigns in the car as Philippe drives through the busy road.I glance at him for the sixth time, expecting him to speak and save me from tension, but he doesn't.Instead, he keeps his eyes on the road and grips the wheels tighter like it will break if he dare lets go.I can't take th
KAITLYNI stare at the tea the woman has made, my fist clenching. I haven't touched it since she dropped it and walked away. The only thing on my mind is Philippe's last words, and what gets me so worked up over it is the urgency in his tone.I sigh loudly and run my hand through my hair, then get
KAITLYN I can feel my heart sink into the pit of my belly as the door pulls open and his footsteps fill the living room I am in.I pull my legs together and rub my trembling hands, daring not to look up. The choking scent of his cologne, the eerie sound of his footsteps, and the irritating yet co


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