“The deal is closed.” He said evenly. I stare at him as he closed the file and his sharp blue eyes snapped to me. He looked same terrifying man I met last week. A muscle pulsed in my jaw. If we didn't have a long history together, his life would already have been mine.
“It was nice working with you, Mr Salvatore.” He said extending his hand as I take it. My cold smile told him how little I cared.“I’m sure you weren’t very mortified. Now, why don’t we set aside the business for a second and focus on the matter at hand?” I said leaning forward. He considered my words for a moment and nodded. The atmosphere shifted with the change of a new topic.“By all means, Mr Salvatore.” Maverick didn’t bat an eye. His ‘Mr Salvatore’ irked my ears like a nail dragging on metal.“Go right ahead,” I said smoothly. Maverick gave me a wry look.“The Anderson’s business is on hold for the past six months. Since the blast, there is no investment, no partnership, and no involvement in armoury or shipment. It’s like they have disappeared.” At the mention, my mind drifted off to certain someone. If I was darkness, she was my light. The last memory of her being dragged created havoc in my head. I missed her warmth of affection, the storm behind her chestnut eyes, like ray fish without water.“And?” I raised my brow. I was aware something fishy was going on, Silas was not a fool.“I know you have some history with Alejandro Anderson, but they have no reason to hide away.” Maverick was a clever man. “Unless they have something that could be used against you,” I smirked.He smiled.“Or they are planning something big,” I confirmed his suspicion.“Hunting down Anderson will benefit you in many ways. A lot of money. But according to my sources, money is not what you are fishing for.” Wrong. I was not fishing, I was hunting. If Silvio Salvatore had a weakness, it was Sadie Quintin.“Why do you think I am here?” I gave him an icy smile. Tension released my muscles with each word escaping his mouth.“I don’t know, you tell me.” His carefree smile matched mine. He studied me for a few long moments, then said bluntly.“You have different assets. You’re not after his money neither you want the location of his son.”“Now, that wasn’t very hard.” I leaned back against the chair, looking straight at him.“Silas probably died in the blast, why’re you so sure he’s still alive?”“Instincts.” His sharp eyes gleamed in the light of the dark room. I kept a poker face, showing neither surprise nor dismay. It was easy to act because it was the truth. I was not after Silas’s money or anything. I knew there was a solid chance Silas died in the blast, but the precise assumption that he was alive brought about a hidden rage in me.Maverick didn’t believe me. His expressions remained stoic, unchanged but I could feel his amusement. The fucker was enjoying this.“Tracking down Silas is not that hard, but you know the price.” Maverick Evans might not be a mafia lord, but he was as dangerous. Cyber sabotaging any device and even security that involved strict surveillance, he could break into the system with one tap. I had only met two people with such speciality–one was like my little brother, Micah and the other was in front of me.“Name it.”“I can not tell you now, but make sure to be available in near future, I might need to give you a call.” I allowed my shoulders to relax slightly. The man in front of me was a good judge of people, and right now, he was trying to read me like an open book. He needed something from me, and that explained the awful timing of our urgent meeting.Of course, if his perseverance was that thorough, he probably knew the reason behind this meeting. And that worried me, but I was hoping he’d buy the story that had been circulated in my world. That the woman I loved was dead. Certainly, what I did–letting her go with Silas and risking my chances of never seeing her again–was not something a man like me would do when I was still interested in her, the woman I abducted.Our relationship was forced and that was not unusual, my parent’s relationship was like that also, but letting her go was when I still wanted her. This was why she was safer with her identity hidden.But the fact that I was oblivious to her location, and not able to track her down was agonising. She was with Silas, I was sure of that. And that bastard had done a good job at hiding her. It had been months now, I’d been hunting every hacker to track Silas or his father but it was futile.Silas knew how I felt about her, then why he was not using her as leverage against me yet? Unless he had something else on his mind. I swallowed the rage bubbling in my throat.“So,” he said when the silence stretched. “I take it we have an alliance?”He inclined his head. “We have–but it doesn’t matter. I’m still not convinced about your motives, Mr Salvatore. That’s not how I work. If you want my true alliance, feel free to contact me next time you’re in the States.”I looked at him for a long moment and then replied. “See you in Paris then.” We shook hands, and as we do, I tried to ignore the agonizing void expanding in my chest at the thought of the months ahead. Now that I had embarked on this path, there was no choice, not really.I had to do this. This was the only way forward.If I wanted Sadie for the long term, I had to give her the life she deserve."One black coffee, please. No sugar." "Anything else?" "No. That’ll be all." "Please, wait." I let out a sigh as I realized that this was not a good decision. I knew I shouldn't be here, fully aware of the consequences that awaited me. However, I couldn't shake this overpowering emotion. Despite my best efforts and countless attempts, it persisted. It was a presence that I could sense but never grasp, similar to a distant breeze. At times, it was soothing and comforting, but more often than not, it was destructive and chaotic like a ravaging storm, obliterating any semblance of emotions I tried to hold onto, forcing me to endure.However, today I was experiencing a sense of restlessness. The mirror's reflection confirmed this, displaying my pale complexion, disheveled appearance, and signs of trauma - evident through my fidgeting fingers and shaky breath. The thoughts that had accumulated over the past few months overwhelmed my mind, suffocating me and trapping me in a self-cre
“Pack these.” Shuffling through my pocket for a very familiar black card, I passed the groceries to the cashier. “How much?” I asked withdrawing it from my pocket. “Two thousand. Card or-“ the kind-looking young woman started packing while typing the bill. I watched and looked around. I had been coming here regularly for the past seven months. This place was my end point, one step away from the downtown convenience store, and Silas would threaten to chain me. “Card, please.” I handed over the card to her as she swipe it. Silas had given me his black card, and I had not used it once. But today, I was out of money. So, to prepare breakfast for him, I had to use his money. “Have a good day.” She handed me a card and grocery bag and waved at me. I smiled. It was nice to be here. The hustle-bustle of people and the lively environment. It was early in the morning so I didn’t bother to dress up, only wearing my pyjamas and a loose emerald sweater that Silas brought for me last month. He s
In the blink of an eye, a moment unfolded before me, engulfing my senses in a fantasy world that seemed to transcend the boundaries of reality. My once mundane existence shattered, I found myself utterly convinced that I had stumbled into a world of dreams. Yet, with an intangible mental pinch, the gravity of the situation gripped my soul, affirming that the inexplicable figure reflected in the mirror was not a mere illusion, but an astonishing embodiment of an alternate version of myself.I hadn’t gotten a good look at my surroundings lately, not because I didn’t want to but because I had little time left to get ready for the party Silas thought would bring me happiness. I was still not fully convinced if he was planning to expose himself to the public after playing dead for seven months, but like Silas, his plans were mischievous. Silas had complimented me many times on how ‘beautiful’ I looked in the cool shades and it wasn’t surprising that he had prepared a cerulean blue floor-l
Awareness that his arm was wrapped around my waist as we entered the grand fancy-looking hall flushed through me at the hint of his possessiveness in his actions. A start strand of my hair whisked through the waves and fell upon my forehead. But I couldn’t bring myself to tuck it behind my ear as my lips were sealed shut and my body taut. The way we entered the venue had the attention of most of the people gathered around, some in circles discussing and while others scattered all over the place–just like my stray thoughts. Silas led us to the middle of the floor, the movement was languorously whisper-light, but the hairs stood at the back of my nape at the awareness that we were so close to each other. My body trembling–and that did not have anything to do with the glacial breeze of the night. Silas slowly turned me to him, his hand on my waist shifting to the bareness of my back. I stilled, not liking the way my body reacted. His whiskey-neat fiery eyes glistened with something cra
I was so stunned and disoriented that I couldn’t move for a second. And by the time I did, I was already backing away. My mouth parted as I took several short breaths, and my eyes widened. My broken ankle burned with every step and I struggled to breathe as I recognised the steel gaze and hard features of the man in front of me. Silvio Salvatore.My destruction.And he was frenetic.Tears of panic and bitter frustration rolled down my face as his piercing gaze send my thoughts into turmoil. The music faints in the distance, the speaking lights coming from the event darkening my vision of him. Now that he was in front of me, I realised he was the same man who snatched my life, my career, my friends, and my freedom from me. My stomach rolled with nausea but worst of all was the suffocating sensation in my heart, the awful sensation that I couldn’t get enough oxygen. I took deep breaths to fight it, but it only worsened. His voice was low. “Come here.” I was so startled that I just bl
I swallowed.Fight or flight kicked in and it robbed me of the ability to talk--to beg. I didn’t want to run because he'd find me. I didn’t fight because I couldn’t escape whatever he was gonna do to me.It shouldn't be a surprise considering Silvio was a power that could easily shatter me, capable of ensnaring me in an inescapable grip. He was masterful in his ability to bend and manipulate, rendering any notion of his words as mere empty threats utterly futile. In my eyes, he existed as a figure of unwavering power, someone I knew deep down I should have never underestimated.Silvio directed his gaze towards me, captivating me with his eyes resembling exquisitely polished sapphires, radiating an aura of power and grit. "Did he touch you?""I-" I decided against an explanation and shake my head slowly from left to right. My head was spinning, a raven curtain of hair swishing back and forth. "He better, 'cause I won’t be merciful when I get my hands on him.” he sneered with disgust a
As the icy sheets enveloped my body, a fiery sting seared through my skin, bringing forth a cascade of tears. Waves of self-loathing and hostility surged within me, flooding my senses with a bitter familiarity. It felt strange to be back in this same room Silvio first brought me in. It was more than seven and half months till I last saw him, I also realise it had been more than a year since Silvio came into my life. Destroying everything. I hadn’t seen my family in a year, and if I stay with him, I might never see them again. I felt a chill running down my spine as I wrapped the sheets tighter around me, trying to hide my nakedness. Silvio left soon after his bitter confession. His eyes, when he whispered those words still lingered making my chest tighten with each breath. I tossed and turned till exhaustion took over and soon amidst the storm of thoughts, I found myself drifting into unconsciousness. Amidst this turbulent storm of my subconscious mind, I was hauled into a vivid and
“Umm…we’ll get going.” Micah muttered silently. I didn’t look at them. But I heard the scrapping of chairs agaisng the marble and retreating footsteps. Alfred excused himself. Dante and Micah left us alone. “Wait,” I said calmly. Too calmly in fact. The ring on my finger was icy and hard, like a thread connecting me to him, for ever, eternity. My heart skipped a beat. I was not ready. I could never be. As much as Silvio enticed me physically, I was not ready to bind with him spiritually. Pulling my hand out of his grasp, I cradled it against my chest, backing away till my back was pressed agsing the digging wolf of the chair. A look of horror on my face. His jaw tightened, with a furious swept, he grabbed me by the arm and jerked me forward, gripping the side of the chair to cage me between his muscular arms. “You think I haven’t waited?” He leaned over me, silver eyes gleaming, and even though there were people around us, I feel the heat coming off his powerful body. “You think