•Nikolai•╌═❁═╌I gripped onto the weapon in my hands. I gestured for my men to stay back. The dirty old building stood in the middle of nowhere. This is the location that man had sent me. It could be a trap and here I fucking was. It looked like something Ignacio Reyes would own. He was a fucking scum. He didn't belong to any of the mafia's family, he was more of a small-town gangster that had made big and decided to cross me after I had put a bullet in his father's head. I had more men, more wealth, and more power than him but that didn't stop him. He was hellbent on destroying me. Someone gotta teach the fucker that no one gets away after crossing Nikolai Costello. A few of the men were out patrolling the area. They were unaware of our presence. Putting the silencer on our guns, I aimed at one of their heads. A bullet shot out of the barrel of my gun piercing into his skull. One bullet, that's all it took before he slumped on the ground like a puppet released from his strings. A m
•Evangeline•╌─═❁═─╌I opened my eyes to a familiar ceiling. A ceiling I hadn't seen for more than a month ago. The last thing I remember is Ignacio hovering over me. I have no idea what happened after that. How I ended up here. I couldn't believe I was here. I was in Nikolai's home. I couldn't believe that I was in this bedroom. At first, I thought it was the figment of my imagination but then I tried to touch things around me and they felt so real. They were real. I was no longer in Ignacio's captivity. I was no longer in that dingy, dirty cell. I was no longer in Ignacio's bed, tears pooled in my eyes as I thought about what Ignacio might have done to me. I lost consciousness, I don't remember anything. I looked down at my clothes, they were just simple PJs, not the kind of revealing clothes that he had made me wear. Did he force himself on me? Did he assault me? I didn't feel different. How do you know if you have been assaulted? I sat up and brought my knees to my chest. I sa
•Evangeline•╌─═❁═─╌I slammed open the bedroom door and took off all of my clothes before running to the bathroom. I didn't even care to flick the lights on as I moved closer to the bathtub. I fill the bathtub, the water nearly overflowed as steam surged from the scalding water. I step inside, the hot water burned my skin but I didn't care. The burn felt like it was washing away their hands, their touch. I clenched my jaw to distract myself from the burn. This is good. It will wash their hands off me. It will wash off their touch. I squirt a good amount of body wash on the loofah and started to scrub. I scrubbed, and scrubbed, and scrubbed, the blistering water scorching my skin. Their laughing faces flashed before my eyes. I remembered the way their bodies smelled, their breath smelled. It just made me scrub more violently. Their every single insult, their degrading remarks, and their dirty words resonated in my mind. I wanted to wash it all off, off my body, off my brain. Every
•Evangeline•╌─═❁═─╌Another day...Another morning... Still, it did nothing to calm the turmoil I felt inside of me. Everything around me was just the same but I didn't feel the way I used to. I feel hateful all the time, anger is the only emotion coursing through my veins right now. Ten days, I spent ten days in that cell but it felt like a year. It felt as if that cell didn't belong in this world, time passed by slowly there. I looked out of the window and felt nothing... this view always brought me comfort but now it did nothing to me. Nothing to calm the storm brewing inside of me. I remember looking out of this window and dreaming of a life outside these four walls. I thought it'd be a fairy tale. I thought my parents were wrong and the world out there was anything but evil. “The world is a dangerous place and you are easy prey, Evangeline. You are innocent and naive and you lack physical strength. This world will chew you alive.” My dad wasn't wrong. He wasn't wrong at all
•Nikolai•╌═❁═╌I'm weak.Too fucking weak.I let her get too close to me.Until recently, I only ever really loved one woman in my life. My mother, I respected her, loved her. Anastasia Costello. I thought she was the only one who really knew me, the only one that can tear down my walls. I thought my ability to love ended with her, and I was fine with that. I've watched her writhing in pain, struggling to breathe, tears leaking out of her eyes but she couldn't move. My mother fought long and hard with the disease before she lost that battle. I thought that was it. My only weakness, the only woman I ever loved is dead and now I'm fucking invincible. But then she happened.The morning Charles Bolton died, I didn't fucking know what I was getting myself into when I brought his daughter into my home. I hadn't given it a second thought, I didn't even know what I was going to do with her. The men in my circle had many ideas about what I should do with her, but I didn't fucking agree wi
•Evangeline•╌─═❁═─╌I had my headphones on as I continuously flipped the pages of the book that was before me. I hadn't read a word, the music blasted in my ears blocking out all the other sounds. I slammed the book shut and got off my bed. Nikolai had called Bianca earlier, I knew that he did because Bianca and I hadn't talked after his whole engagement fiasco. I pretended to be asleep while Bianca waited for me. I didn't wake up until she finally gave up and left the house. I got to my feet, straightened out my dress, and headed downstairs. His house was crawling with his soldiers, they all tried to avoid making eye contact with me. They were moving some stuff into the house, some furniture, suitcases, and whatnot. Was Nikolai redecorating? I hopped onto the couch and put on the TV on full volume. Someone grabbed the remote out of my hand and turned the volume down. I huffed and looked up to see Nikolai looking down at me. He placed both of his hands on the headrest of the cou
•Evangeline•╌─═❁═─╌Someone pounded on my bedroom door waking me up from my deep slumber. I groaned and stuffed my face back into the pillow to block out the sound coming from the door. The knocking intensified, whoever it was, didn't really have much patience.I sat up and glanced at the wall clock. It was only six o'clock in the morning. I rubbed my eyes to rid of the grogginess, tossed the duvet aside, got to my feet, and headed for the door. I opened it and was met with an unknown face. She was wearing the uniform the household helped used to wear. "What?" "Don Niko had requested you to freshen up and wear this before you come downstairs." Frowning, I took the clothes from her and noticed that they were gym clothes. I heaved a sigh, I liked it better when I could say no to him but I dug my own grave when I promised him that I'd listen to him and follow his rules. I closed the bedroom door and glanced at my bed with longing before going to the bathroom. I brushed my teeth, show
•Evangeline•╌─═❁═─╌I showered up, getting rid of the soreness of my muscles. I had never worked out in my life before and exerting my body so much in a single day has taken its toll. I heard some voices coming from downstairs. I couldn't recognize them. I mulled over the fact that I should go and check it out because it could be Nikolai's business partners. His business partners were not the kind of people you want to make a conversation with. But then I heard a shrill female voice. I went out of the door and stood at the top of the stairwell. Still, all I heard were the voices. I went downstairs and saw a tall, lean middle-aged man with a young blonde woman standing beside him. I could only see their side profiles. The woman turned and I sucked in a sharp breath. It was Grace Russel. Nikolai's wife-to-be. I know because I had attended their engagement. Her face was engraved at the back of my mind, the sight when Nikolai had slipped the ring on her finger replayed in my head on a