ENZO POVThe complex smoky flavor, rich malty aroma, and the briny taste of a hard whisky fille my mouth as I tipped the bottled over, gulping the liquid down like water to keep my head in the game. I tipped the bottle over and grunted before dropping it to the floor when nothing came, then got onto my wobbly legs and made my way to the wine cabinet which seemed to be across the fuckin’ universe from where I was, although it was just across the room.I let out a soft grunt as a piercing headache sliced its way through my skull, so damn sharp that I lost my foot and fell on my ass.“Motherfucker…” I slurred before burping out loud like a damn bitch, then attempted to get up again, but my head was so heavy that I ended up sitting there on the floor, letting my heavy eyes roam around my office. I hated it. All of it, I hated it to the core.I was in pain, in so much agony. And I was fuckin’ tired of being the one to glue people back to sanity. I couldn’t do it now. Not while I was missin
XANDER POVThe night lights blurred as I raced down the congested routes of the streets of LA. My hands were clenched so tight around the steering wheel, so tight that my knuckles were paper-white. I kept on trying to calm my breathing as I focused on the image of her black eyes, trying to ignore the fact that she fucking used MY money to donate to that cheesy ass shit she wound herself with lately.I gave her the fuckin wings, now she dared to fly like a damn eagle instead of being a good, docile fuckin’ mannequin that smiled to the cameras while I did the real shit. Where the hell did she get the balls to think she could use my money? A fuckin million dollars and donate it to the fire victims? Like she was some sort of Mother Teresa or some shit?Donations were okay when you did them with sense. But donating a fuckin million raised brows and raised suspicions. In the real world, she was the chief doctor of a lowly clinic, not even a damn hospital. Of course, the higher were going to
VERZI POVWE FOUND HER!Goodness, we found her! She is alive, very much and alive, and as beautiful as she could ever be. I wanted to strip all of my clothes and dance naked, that's how fuckin’ happy I was. I wanted to be angry, mad that she didn’t even put in some effort for us to find her, that she didn’t seem to be concerned about us or the fact that she was ravishing while living as Isabella Jones from some deep levels guarded Cerberus. But nothing inside of me could stand up to that. All the anger was masked by the fact that she was alive, still breathing. We have gone to extra lengths in looking for her and did things that I never imagined myself doing in this lifetime. But desperateness pushed you to the limits and made you a lunatic. Even my ever so poised brother was at the brink, at the edge of losing everything. The bottom line is he didn’t give zero shits anymore. The past month has been nothing but pure hell.Walking into Dark Woods and knowing that she wasn’t there, was
ISA POVMy stomach rumbled for the umpteenth time ever since I sat inside Xander’s car at the most ungodly hour ever. I cringed before massaging it gently and cast a glance sideways to get his reaction. He didn’t react at all. Just sat there with his face bundled up and brows carved in a deep frown. I wanted to be highly concerned as to why I was in his car and where he was taking me to. But for some reason, I was relaxed. It turned out I was immune to his glares and scowls.I had expected him to pull the trigger and bust my brains, but instead, after that phone call, he seemed to be much occupied with his shit, while grunting and cursing under his breath after every beat of his heart. I had asked if there was anything I could do to help, but he told me to shut up and sit down! So imagine my surprise after a few minutes when he hauled me out of my comfort zone, shoved me into the car, and sped off. At midnight.“I am hungry,” I mumbled under my breath and waited. What came next was hi
LORENZO POV The ride to the hospital was filled with nothing but an agonizing blur. My body trembled uncontrollably as I held onto her limp body, cradling her stomach as I tried to keep the oozing blood at bay. My soul chipped away bit by bit while I watched her barely breathing self lying in my hold. I prayed to all ever existing gods out there to hear my cry, screaming on the inside, praying for a blunt miracle. But the sight of the shiny metal that pierced through her groin was just a cruel reminder of how the universe had a way of slapping you in the fucking face so hard that you wouldn’t believe it. I wanted to hold onto some chimera that maybe by some insane alien miracle, the baby inside of her was unscathed, but I knew that it was all it is, a cruel, unrealistic flight of fancy that will feel like a damn dagger whenever the reality settled.We arrived at the hospital in a heartbeat, but that felt like a torturous eternity. Upon entering the building, she was hurriedly whiske
VERNERO POV I AM SORRY FOR YOUR LOSS. 6 words. That’s all it took for everything inside of me to crumble into nothingness. I felt it when all the energy infested inside of me fled, leaving me nothing but a ghost, a shell of what I used to be. Just by hearing those 6 unfortunate, becursed words from the deepest pits of heck. I opened my mouth to reply to the doctor, and ask them how, why did it happen? Why did it have to be her? Why couldn’t it be someone else? But nothing came out of my mouth, so I closed it. Because words couldn’t climb past the big lump in my throat. My eyes welled as tears pooled at such a rapid pace, feeling every piece of my soul detaching and chipping away from my being. Everything around me became foggy and unclear, but all I could feel at that very moment was a different kind of pain that held me in a tight grip, knocking all the air out of my lungs, and gluing me to one spot only. It was excruciating, it was diabolic, and I wanted to believe that it was som
ISA POVBizarrely enough, I was in a state of tranquility, very at peace and ever so calm. It was as if my soul was hovering right above my numb body, not far from reach, and the feeling of floating on a fluffy cloud was by far unmatched. From the inmost pits of perplexity and haze, I could hear soft murmurs and grunts, the sound of people conversing softly not far from where I was lying, which sounded like a calm lullaby that just helped the drug to lax me up. But I was too fucking high to even make out a word they were saying. The high lasted for as long as I could remember. I kept on switching between the euphoric numbness and the consciousness where murmurs reigned in my world, the dull ache that was throbbing from my abdomen, and the gnawing thoughts of what had happened.It didn’t take two shits to figure out why I was so disoriented. It was the morphine. And it was going to take forever before it left my stream.~~~After what felt like millennia, the morphine began wearing off
ISA POVFuck. My head hurts like a bitch.I cursed inwards as a deep pained groan wrenched itself from my throat, my body feeling so sore from being moved around and being shaken fiercely from time to time. Although I heard a splitting headache that made me feel like I was going to puke a fucking lung, I felt it when the car I was in came to a halt, and rushed footsteps followed. The door to where I was kept was yanked open before they wheeled me out of the back of the car into some kind of a hellhole where all I could smell was nothing but rusted metal, piles of dust from years of abandonment, and moisture that reminded me of the ghetto alleys full of piss.I instantly knew from that very moment I was pushed in there that things weren't going to be pretty in here. The metals clunk louder and very distressingly around my already abused self, and the ghost echo that followed didn't make it feel any less barbaric. The stench that reigned through the air made my stomach churn and roll te