(ADLER)What had he done?He raked his fingers through his hair, walking down the hallway, silently past doors, and on a long red rug leading towards the room at the far end.In the room with her, her question had struck him. She had asked who he was, asking if every damn thing he showed her during the last few days their paths had crossed was a fake.Adler would have answered if he knew. How was he to tell her he was a self-absorbed human who couldn't get his thoughts across without involving a gun?How could he tell her he spent the last few days staring at his bed, wishing she was in it, writhing, and screaming his name?How could he tell her he wanted her hands tied above her head while he felt her, kissed her, tasted her?Was this some witchery? He had always had a thing for her, wanting to find her, and now that he had, what next?Hopefully, she didn't decide one day to leave; else, it might just be a kidnap situation. For the first time in his life, he was afraid, afraid a da
I never saw relief wash over anyone's face the way it did Don Domenico's. His shoulders were relaxed as I continued to spill, even going as far as telling them what had happened days ago."He doesn't feel for me the way you think he does, Sir," I wished he'd stop staring at the pictures of me scattered across the room; I wanted he'd believe me and leave. "He wouldn't even engage in a conversation with me..."Domenico's eyes narrowed, "And do you want him to converse with you?"My voice was threatening to get lost again.Rune, who was behind Adler's father, widened his eyes at me, and I knew that sign he wanted me to say something, get myself out of it.But how? When I just put myself in it.Domenico bent down and picked the largest broken portion of glass from the floor.My throat went dryer; I felt so cold I couldn't feel my body; watching him stare at his reflection in the piece, he drew close to me. "All my life, I never expected this day to come, Lily."He stopped in front of me
Author's POV. (SALVATORE)They drove back to the manor when it was already dark, and unlike she had been on their way to the beach, this time she was silent, even asleep.Her few hours of energy finished, and now she rested her head against the car window, her shallow breath filling the quiet car.There was no need for music; this was better.Okay, what was he saying? She needed the upliftment, and he had done that because it was his job, what his boss wanted.Alright, he had never been a liar; he wasn't doing this because of Adler. He was doing this because of her. From the first day in the church, he couldn't help but ponder how she still managed to smile with all that hurt.She lost her parents, almost died in the hands of childish Don, who wanted his way with everything, then was taken to a place she had no clue about and still hated by the one person she was doing all this for, her sister.So he had recognized the pain because he once lived it.Giving her the pass to share his mo
AUTHOR'S POV (ADLER)One thing he detested was communication and expressing himself.Good thing he was in a position where only a glare could send his message across. And so far, it worked for him.But then, with her, it wasn't, not even the slightest bit; each time he tried, he did it wrong.And watching Priest get it right was frustrating. Easy to see that she had trusted him at a glance. Was that what attracted her? Good?If that, he certainly did have a long ride ahead of him, which involved the struggle not to glare at Priests back and seek help from his Consigliere.Wasn't he going to Low? He would worry about that later.For all he knew, Priest would never think that way towards Lily. Priest was a pure soul that got misguided and ended up in a place where he had to kill his guilt before he muttered prayers.He was being jealous for the wrong reason.His second hatred went towards the 'rats.' Goddamn tattletales, fucking informants, and if they were from the Russians, breaking
LILY'S POV "Here, Adler sent me to give this to you."I looked at the girl at my door, blonde hair in a bang and brown eyes reminding me of Salvatore's, except the warmth wasn't present. She was his sister, I knew. They looked a lot alike except for their personalities.For when I had opened the door, still misty-eyed, judging that I had just woken up, I had tried on a friendly smile, which was reciprocated by a death glare.So I had resorted to behaving myself, and when she gave me the bag, I couldn't stop the confusion that etched on my face, and that it came from Adler even made me more curious."Sorry for taking your time, but..." I raised the bag, "What's in it?"The glare wasn't deserved, and neither was it expected. She crossed her arms, "You know about the Bratva, right? Of course, you do; somehow, you got yourself in trouble with them."That was an accusation."Adler called in a masked event, but that's just a cover-up, for upstairs, there'll be a meeting, possibly on whethe
We seemed to have been the last to leave for the event, for when we went downstairs, there were just a few goons in sight.We arrived at the party hours later, and before we left the car, Adler instructed me to fix the mask over my face before he had me under his touch in the guise of being walked into the hall.As Adler led me into the hall, I adjusted the mask, the feathers tickling my skin. I could feel the curious gazes of the party attendees on us, their whispers filling the air. Walking beside Adler, I couldn't help but notice the shift in his demeanour. He carried himself with authority and confidence, his icy eyes surveying the room with a sense of control.So this was the other side of him, and he suddenly appeared taller, fiercer, and rigid.I could sense the tension within me, the weight of the situation sinking in. This was not just any party; it was a gathering of influential individuals, some of whom could be dangerous. The stakes were high, and I knew I had to be cautio
The meeting room was a magnificent extravaganza display featuring towering marble columns, intricately carved ceilings, and glittering chandeliers. The spacious room, furnished with plush velvet sofas and antique mahogany tables, serves as the meeting room. The soft glow of dimmed lights created an eerie ambiance, casting long shadows across the room.Adler sat at the head of the table, his fingers playing around the rim of his glass of wine, settling back against his seat, his eyes struggling to capture Dimitri's mood.Which was quite challenging in the dim space they were in, where the men appeared restless and tense, although ammunition had been collected at the entrance to the meeting room.For they all knew the outcome of this meeting would either shape or even mar the underworld.About twelve men were surrounding the table, Consisting of him, Domenico and Priest, and the Capos who spearheaded the minor regions. Besides him, Priest was passed a small tray of white powdery subst
LILY'S POV."The fear in your eyes? it's the kick I didn't know I needed." Larissa flicked her hair back before she clutched the purse with both hands, looking so at ease.And I, still repeating the words of comfort, could feel my blood rushing through my veins as I spotted the men.There were about four individuals wearing black short-sleeved Polo shirts, and with every glance I took, they seemed to be closer.And each time they drew nearer, and I noticed how big they were, I realised how much chance I didn't stand against them.I shut my eyes, hoping when I blinked them back open, my fear would be gone, or maybe even all of this, and I would be back at my workplace the hour before I graced Greg's invitation in Palazzo CremisiBut when I flashed them open, she was still right there, staring at me.I clutched the fabric of my gown, "Adler will not allow me to be taken,"She turned her back on me and began to waltz away, "RIP, Lily; I wish I never met you."There were times I wished I