"Attack?" Celina's voice sounds frightened."Yeah... one more."I comment on the cell phone, watching Kaanadan get ready, stuffing several guns into holsters strapped to his jacket and body. The body that still has cuts and wounds from that attack.We were woken up in the middle of the night by screams. The mansion, as protected as it is, became weak among the group that invaded and ended up injuring several soldiers from Kaanadan's organization, as well as leaving three dead. Since then, he's been silent, seriously, and I don't imply, already knowing the reason.With the cell phone to my ear, due to Celina's call that morning, I adjust my pants, finishing getting ready when I throw the single braid of my hair, to the back. We are leaving here. Better, I'm leaving.“But the Salvatore mansion is one of the most protected. How did this happen?“Traitors. — I say the word that still torments the tall man in front of me, no matter how much I speak Portuguese. Sigh. "I'll have to han
A buzzing invades my head as the bullet approaches both sides of my head. When I open my eyes, already wet with tears, I see three dead bodies in a lake of blood. Dimitri and his two cronies, of course. Both sides of me are lying forward with gunshots to the neck and head; As for Dimitri, a shot to the chest that went through his back.I look up at Kaanadan and his hand, holding a weapon, slowly lowers, while his eyes come towards me calmly. — How many times will I have to ask you to trust me, Celeste?My voice doesn't come out. I know that, it's that damn feeling of shock, where it blocks you from the easiest movements and attitudes. I look around, noticing at the door, Scott and Stefano, both lowering their guns pointed at the sofa. They killed their companions...— I don't think I'm okay... — I murmur to myself, putting my hand to my throbbing head, feeling a pain consume me.— Celeste? — Kaanadan makes me look at him and then everything goes dark...I woke up with a buzzing so
KAANADAN SALVATORE— We have few men at the barriers, sir. The last attack took more than twenty and those who remained are too injured to still keep them there.Sebastian's voice rings through the room as I'm looking at the painting hanging on the reddish wall. An old painting from the organization's former formation. Not that it's important, it's just something to distract me from what I'm hearing. The silence manifests itself, although besides the two of us, Fiore also remains in the corner, sitting on the sofa.—Kaanadan? —Fiore. He calls me confused, making me turn my face to look at him. — We are in a serious attack, we cannot act silently.— And what should I do? — I question, turning around in the chair and looking into his gray eyes.He withdraws, signaling for the soldier to leave, however, he only leaves at my request. And as soon as we are alone, Fiore sighs. — I know that since last time, you refused to go on a rough hunt...Already knowing the path this conversatio
I woke up to an insistent vibration on the table next to the bed. I lifted my head, groggy from sleep, and then I realized it was my cell phone. I looked to the side and Kaanadan was still sleeping, thrown to the side while the blanket only covered him from the hips down. I took a deep breath and picked up the device, noticing the unknown number that had called me about five times yesterday. I think about ignoring it like every time he called me, but, imagining that this will make him call me again, I answer.- Who is it? — I ask, sitting on the bed.I look at the clock on the table next to Kaanadan and notice that it's barely five in the morning.Who in their right mind would call someone at this time?The silence on the call makes me take a deep breath to stay awake and ask again:—Who is speaking?If you don't speak, that would be the right question.The call then ends and I stare at the cell phone screen for a while. How strange... I check the number, trying to find it, but
Didn't sleep at home. A typical reaction of someone who feels guilty or simply started a drama for psychological manipulation.Maybe it was working.A certain relief overcame me yesterday, as I freed myself from the words that have been stuck in my throat for days, but along with it, the feeling that nothing will get better still gnaws at me. I take a deep breath and kick the rubber doll once again, which then swings sideways before I kick it again, keeping my hands in closed fists in front of my face.This is keeping me going and not even the morning workout helped me release the anger I'm feeling. Yes, that's why I'm in the middle of the afternoon kicking a dummy, sounding like I'm hours into a marathon and my ankle joints are almost blue from punching something.I punch the doll's face several times, grunting nervously, before my body gives way and finds the soft ground.I brought my wrists to my eyes, trying to alleviate this bad thing that torments me.— Poor whatever the d
KAANADAN SALVATOREA kiss that is not soft or calm. It was the craziest definition that could go through my head when I pulled her towards me, closing my arm around her waist and with the other hand steadying her head, making it impossible for her to even think about leaving.Celeste dug her fingers into my hair, drawing me to her as tightly as my arms do to her body. I tasted her mouth, deepening something that was clearly already intense, doing something that I know pleases her: I pulled her tongue with mine; losing myself in the sensation of kissing her so intensely that my own body ordered itself to press her against the door, forcing my body against hers, making us both sigh. Her lips moved with mine, increasingly hot and moist. We were devouring each other, almost literally.I pulled her leg higher on my hip, keeping her around my waist, hearing her moan against my lips. As the effect of everything she had on me, my own body was already waking up, warming up while the way her
-I should not have done it!I said frustrated, after leaving the bathroom and heading back to the bedroom. I was literally fucked, feeling a terrible burning and walking like women after a natural birth of three hours of suffering. Going to the bathroom is terrible, walking then, don't even mention it.It wasn't like that when it really should have been...Kaanadan was lying in bed, after sorting out the last details so that no one would discover that my honor had turned into blood on fabric yesterday — early today — on a floor, instead of the wedding night of two newlyweds.— Very painful?I nodded, panting as I joined him on the bed. Honestly sore is a gentle nickname for what I'm really feeling, it felt like I was completely inflamed or there was something that shocked me every time I tried to walk like a normal person.Kaanadan welcomed me into his arms, laughing. Not only did I pinch him, I gave him dirty looks. It wasn't funny!— I said I was going to hurt you... — He com
— I'll see later. — I whispered, still tense from what I said. — Until what time will the body be available? — I looked at Scott, who was watching so no one saw us.— Until dinner; It's the moment when everyone is in here and people carry the body.I nodded.It passed me and headed inside. I saw him disappear down the corridors and then I headed towards the room. I didn't know what was coming, but the bad feeling in my chest was already present.I tried to put it out of my mind immediately, I wouldn't worry Kaanadan right after a confrontation.He arrived a few hours later, going straight to the bathroom. Visually, with the suit neatly ironed without a single stain, it seemed intact, as if nothing had actually happened since the morning. But, as I got up from the armchair and followed him to the bathroom, I saw his jacket being removed, leaving a glimpse of his white shirt soaked in blood, torn in several parts, and finished with marks that reveal the bloody day.His eyes were s