The cold wind howled outside the small cabin, its wooden walls barely holding back the biting chill of the Russian winter. Alejandro and Mitchelle sat by a crackling fire, the flames casting eerie shadows across their faces as they sipped vodka, their breath misting in the frigid air. The guards were guarding the area, and some of them were stationed just outside the cabin.Mitcchelle’s dark eyes glinted with malice as he spoke, his voice low and menacing. "Your son, I do not trust him," he growled, his words punctuated by the crackling of the fire. "Keep him on a leash. I do not want any casualties. If it comes to that, I'll kill him."Alejandro’s lips curled into a cold smirk as he raised his glass. "Don't worry about him," he replied, his voice smooth and calculated. "He'll be fine. I know what strings to pull to control him. He won't be a problem; I can assure you of that.""But I am sceptical," Mitchelle countered, his gaze narrowing. Silas had been acting strange."Oh, for fuck'
The thick tension was suffocating him. This was not the plan. His mother was not supposed to be here. How did Alejandro get his hands on her? Silas contemplated, looking between his mother and then his father. The stakes were high but not higher than the plan in his head. His eyes took in his mother’s frame, a living dead body, a mere shadow of the woman she used to be. His jaw clenched. He couldn’t leave her here, with his father, with the man who’d kill her any moment. He was a cruel man, ruthless.Taking a deep breath, he met his father’s scrutinizing gaze. “Let her go.” His voice was as cold as the wind, he paused for a moment and then said. “I’ll give Sadie to you.”Alejandro narrowed his eyes. “No games.” There was an underlying warning in his tone.Silas took another look at his mother and met his father’s gaze unwaveringly. “There will be none.”Alejandro looked at him briefly silently daring him to defy him, and then with a bob of his head, he took a step back. “Bring Sadie h
Silas groaned as he ripped the syringe out of his neck. He was bleeding from the jagged way she jammed the syringe into his flesh. "Dammit..." he muttered under his breath, wiping away the blood with a shaky hand. The drugs were causing his vision to blur slightly. Typically, he would be furious, but he couldn't summon anger towards her. He loved her too much. It was evident she was merely frightened, still grappling with the complexities of his plan. He vowed to make her understand, no matter what it took. He struggled to his feet and stumbled out of the room. “Mr. Anderson?” Silas looked up at his men who were staring at him confused. “Sir, are you okay?” one of them asked, trying to help him.“The girl! Find her!” he growled. “Find her now!”*****The piercing wail of an alarm reverberated through the bright, white corridor, sending a shiver down my spine. It was a stark reminder of the looming danger approaching over us. Either the bombs were being placed or Silas was sending h
A rush of relief flooded through me as I saw Dante standing there, battered but alive. With hurried steps, he limped into the room, swiftly shutting the door behind him. In one fluid motion, he dragged the unconscious Silas inside, his movements decisive and firm. He threw Silas to the side before swiftly grabbing nearby wires and tying him up with electric cables."Are you alright?" His gruff voice rumbled through the tense air as he turned his gaze towards me. His sharp jawline was shadowed by his buzz cut, and specks of blood marred his once-clean face. Despite his intimidating presence, there was a familiarity about him, a sense of protection that surrounded me whenever he was near. From the moment I first laid eyes on him, I knew there was no denying the aura of violence that clung to him. Yet, at this moment, as he stood before me, I felt a bond with him that transcended mere kinship. He was like the brother I never had, a steadfast ally in the cruel world that surrounded us. I
Glancing cautiously around the dimly lit hallway from the safety of the doorway, I confirmed it was clear of any lurking guards. With a silent exhale, I slipped out into the corridor, my footsteps muffled against the cold, hard floor. My mission was clear: locate the guards and buy Dante the precious time he needed to establish contact with Nikolayev, our potential ally in this perilous situation.For now, I needed to get caught so that they could take me to Alejandro and then-"What are you doing out? Get her!" The harsh command pierced the silence of the hallway as the guard's voice echoed towards me. Acting on instinct, I feigned surprise and attempted to flee in the opposite direction. But my efforts were futile as I intentionally stumbled over the uneven steps, a desperate ploy to maintain the facade of panic. Before I could regain my balance, strong hands gripped my bicep, yanking me upright with brutal force. I struggled against their hold, hoping to sell the illusion of resist
I noticed Silvio's struggle to maintain composure, to conceal his instinctual response to my unexpected appearance, though it was evident he wasn't entirely successful. As the initial shock subsided, his jaw clenched, and a flicker of rage ignited in his eyes upon noticing my partially dishevelled state. Despite being restrained, his muscles tensed, visibly straining against the bindings. It was clear he harboured a primal urge to unleash havoc upon everyone in the room. I understood that only the ropes tethering him to the chair prevented him from launching himself at Alejandro, tearing him apart limb by limb.Alejandro must be thinking the same thing, because he motioned two bulky men to step closer to Silvio, clutching their weapons just in case.Looking pleased with this turn of events, Alejandro laughed and dragged me to the middle of the room, his grip on my arm horrendously tight."You know, it's so easy to destroy a man like you," he remarked casually, gripping my hair tightly
Confusion clouded my senses as I struggled to discern whether I had struck my head or if the explosion had left me dazed. The cacophony of gunfire outside the walls pierced through the haze, echoing into the room. Smoke billowed around me, choking my lungs as I reflexively tried to rise to my feet."Sadie! Keep low!" Silvio's voice cut through the smoke, its roughness indicating the strain. "Stay down, Cara Mia," he urged, concern evident in his tone. “Do you hear me?”"Yes!" I shouted in exhilaration, relief flooding me at the realization that he was alive—and able to talk. Staying close to the floor, I cautiously glanced from behind the fallen table beside me. Across the room, Silvio lay on his side, bound to the metal chair.Observing the smoke swirling in from the ceiling vent, I noted the room's desolation save for Silvio and myself. The commotion, whatever it was, seemed to be unfolding beyond these walls. Dante must have received my signal. Nearly overcome with relief, I seized
Silvio's heartbeat echoed through my palms, a rhythmic drumming that drowned out all other sensations. At that moment, I was utterly consumed by him, seeking warmth and safety in his embrace. His touch, firm yet tender, traced soothing patterns across my back, calming the storm raging within me. With one hand entangled in my hair, he cradled me gently, his arms a place against the chaos of my mind. Every movement, every caress, whispered reassurance, a lifeline in the tempest of my panic. And as he rocked me, his strength became my anchor, holding me together as I shattered, knowing that in his embrace, he’d gather me.“Hush… everything’s alright. I won’t let anything hurt you, shh.” He hummed softly, tilting my face into the warm curve of his neck, where I nestled, inhaling his comforting scent. With each sniffle, I bobbed my head gently, seeking comfort in his arms.“He… He said he’ll… he’ll kill you.” Tears flowed freely as I submitted to sobs, feeling every ounce of strength drain