(Victoria P.O.V.)
I was released from the hospital two days ago. The experience was very traumatic for me, but luckily I wasn’t hurt physically, just some minor burns in my arms that are already starting to heal. My body is fine but my mind is another story, I’ve been having nightmares since that day. Sometime I wake up in the middle of the night screaming, terrified because I dream I’m surrounded by fire, I feel exhausted and restless. The only good thing that came out of it is that Dimitri allowed me to talk to my family on the phone. I didn’t mention anything about the arson, I lied and told them I was very happy and that I didn’t call them before because I have been busy. I prefer for them to think that I am alright, I know my mom and sister are worried for me, but I rather not confirm their fears.
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It takes me a while to compose myself. Anastasia’s words hurt too bad. I cry my pain out and then I splash cold water on my face, I wish I could stay hiding in here until it was time to go home, but I refuse to let Anastasia know that her ill-intended comments had such a strong effect on me. I take a deep breath before I open the bathroom door. I start to walk back to the store Irina and Anastasia are at, but unexpectedly someone clasps my hand and drags me behind a vending machine where no one can see us.“Why you didn’t want me to approach you, Vicky? Who are those women that were with you?”I know who it is before I look at his face, his voice, his scent… Lucas looks at me nervously as he places me between his body and the mall’s wall. Lucas puts his hands on the wall to my sides, he leans toward me, his eyes holding mine, I am warmed by the fire in his eyes. I can’t beli
I bite my nails nervously as I wait for Dimitri to arrive. I still can’t stop thinking about the kiss I shared with Lucas. That brief stolen moment that will forever accompany me to wherever I go… I know it can never happen again and that I am going to get into serious trouble for it, but yet I can’t put the memory away from my mind, If I close my eyes I can still feel his lips on mine. I shake my head, trying to focus on what is really important: facing Dimitri. I dread the moment he’ll come home and I am going to have to explain what happened to him. Every time I take a peek outside, I can see Anastasia looking out from her bedroom window awaiting to see Dimitri’s car come. I’m doing the exact same thing as she. After I while, I hear the sound of Dimitri’s car approaching. He parks in front of our house and gets out of the car. My heart sinks to my stomach. I stride to the front door, I need to get to him before his mother tells him what
I walk towards the staircase to hear what is going on downstairs. I hear a thump and then two people grappling. I run downstairs and I stay still at the foot of the staircase. Dimitri is fighting against a man wearing a ski mask. His gun lies a few steps from where they are in the living room. Why didn’t Dimitri just shoot him instead of getting into a physical confrontation? The intruder is a gigantic man, he is several inches taller than Dimitri and my husband is a pretty tall man. The intruder grabs Dimitri by the shoulders and slams him against the wall hard. My husband kicks him in the stomach with his knee, but that is not enough to take such a large man down. I notice that under my feet lies a metallic stick. The intruder must have hit my husband with it because Dimitri’s forehead is bleeding. Both men keep on fighting brutally, Dimitri is really skillful and strong, but the intruder is too large and too powerful. I look towards the dining room and I see Bol
I stay in the shower until the hot water runs out and the cold forces me to get up and turn the tap off. I wrap my body in a towel and go back to the bedroom. I left the door open, so I can hear several voices downstairs. I stand under the doorframe as I listen to what they say. Dimitri’s family is here along with several guards.“How did someone broke into the complex without nobody noticing it? How incompetent are you?!” Nikolay asks angrily.“Sir, we don’t know…” a guard says nervously.“I don’t want to hear any more excuses! I want results and I want them now! What am I paying you for?!” Nikolay shouts enraged.“This is been the second time in a few days that our security has been compromised, what is happening?” Uncle Vlad asks
When I open my eyes, the first thing I see is Dimitri’s body next to mine. He is still laying on the bed staring at the ceiling. I am surprised to see him like that, by this hour he is usually gone or about to leave. I contemplate him in silence, his strong features, his sharp jawline, and his chest going up and down slowly as he breaths.“Do you want to come with me to pick up Bolt from the vet?” He asks, his eyes still fixed to the ceiling.“Yes,” I reply. I appreciate any chance of getting out of the complex and I am also eager to see how the dog is doing.We get dressed and have breakfast. His face is still a little swollen from the blows he received last night, but his injuries don’t make him look ugly, they actually give him an air of bad boy that suits him well.
Dimitri has to go out after a while, I guess the Ivanov family is eager to take action against their attackers, although they haven’t even entirely figured out who is behind the attacks. They suspect the Italian mafia, but some of the men, Dimitri included, think it is unlikely. At least that is what Dimitri told me during lunch. It feels weird to hold entire conversations with my husband without arguing or trying to hurt him. It feels peaceful. This, plus Anastasia’s promise to keep my secret, has made this a perfect day.After Dimitri leaves, Margarets comes to hang out with me for a while. Since the house she used to stay in burned down, she is now living with uncle Vlad and aunt Sofia along with the grandparents. At dawn, she invites me to come to have dinner with them, but I rather stay alone here.I play with Bolt while I
Once we are back home, Dimitri takes a seat in the living room and I go into the kitchen to prepare breakfast. I open the fridge and I stick my head inside to cool myself down. I can’t believe we were about to kiss… or maybe I just imagined it… I don’t know if he was going to kiss me or not, but what I do know for sure is that I wanted to kiss him. What is wrong with me? Why do I feel this way?“Victoria,” Dimitri calls my name from the living room. I slowly walk towards him and I stand a few steps from where he is sitting. “Is there anything you want?”“Anything I want?” I repeat confused.“Yes, I was wondering if there was anything you needed or wanted that I could get for you,” he clarifies.
Their meeting is coming to an end so I go into the bedroom as silently as I can and I close the door. Dimitri walks in a few minutes later.“Did you hear everything all right or do you want a recap?” He asks angrily. I panic. I look at him unsure about what to say. I can’t deny I was eavesdropping, lying would only make things worse. “When I tell you to do something, it is not a suggestion, it’s an order! Do you understand?” He says with a scowl on his face.“Yes, I am sorry,” I say shyly.Dimitri rolls his eyes.“Listening to other people’s conversations makes you look unreliable. No one in this family is going to trust or accept you if you do that,” he says.“You are