Hey! It's my birthday tomorrow (Friday) so I'm going to be uploading multiple chapters in advance to I can take a break tomorrow. Thank you for reading!
ELLIEI remained standing despite his invitation, my legs trembling but refusing to give him the satisfaction of my compliance. The darkness around us felt suffocating, pressing in from all sides until it seemed like the only things that existed in the world were this table, this man, and the terror clawing at my insides."What do you want with me?" I demanded, proud that my voice came out steadier than the rest of me felt. "How do you know all those things about my life?"I could finally ask him the questions that had plagued me for days although a part of me was certain I wouldn't be getting the answers I needed. Nikolai leaned back in his chair, completely at ease, like we were old friends catching up over dinner instead of predator and prey in some twisted game. He was undeniably attractive in that dangerous way that should have set off every alarm bell in my head—sharp jawline, piercing blue eyes, the kind of confident smile that probably made other women weak in the knees.It o
LORENZOI had a lot on my mind as we drove through the barely lit up, but what weighed heaviest was the image of Ellie standing in that kitchen, trying to hide her fear behind a mask of composure. The way her hands had trembled slightly as she held her coffee mug, the vulnerability she'd tried so hard to conceal after last night's breakdown.Leaving her alone felt wrong on every level.I'd made sure to assign extra men outside the building before we left—not just the usual security, but professionals who knew exactly what Nikolai was capable of. Men stationed at every entrance, every possible access point to our building and the apartment itself. I wasn't taking any chances, not with her safety on the line.I knew for a fact that everything that was reported was nothing but a diversion and Nikolai has made it clear from the get go that he wants Ellie taken away from us...for reasons I'm still looking into. There is no room for mistakes. But even with all the precautions, unease gna
ELLIEMasked men stepped into the apartment—three of them, maybe four, it was hard to tell in my panic. Their faces were hidden behind grotesque clown masks, the kind that belonged in horror movies, not real life. The painted smiles were twisted and leering, their hollow eye sockets staring at me with an emptiness that made my skin crawl.My hands fumbled with the burner phone, muscle memory guiding my trembling fingers to the first and only contact on the phone which I assumed was Lorenzo's number. The phone was dialing, the soft electronic tones seeming impossibly loud in the sudden silence.Before I could even lift it to my ear, rough hands grabbed me from behind."No!" The scream tore from my throat as the phone clattered to the floor, the screen cracking against the marble. I thrashed wildly, my elbow connecting with something solid—ribs, maybe a stomach. The masked figure behind me grunted but didn't loosen his grip. If anything, his hold tightened, arms like steel bands aroun
ELLIEI stayed in the bathroom longer than necessary, gripping the marble countertop until my knuckles turned white. The cold surface helped ground me, pulling me back from the edge of whatever darkness had consumed my dreams.My reflection stared back at me—pale, haunted, with dark circles under my eyes that made me look like a ghost. The nightmare had felt so real, so vivid, that I could still feel phantom hands on my skin. But it wasn't just the dream that had me shaken. It was the way Noir had held me, the gentleness in his touch that I hadn't expected from someone who looked like he could snap necks with his bare hands.The way all three of them had been there, watching, concerned. It was confusing as hell.I splashed cold water on my face and tried to collect myself. When I finally emerged from the bathroom, the room was empty. They'd left, probably to give me space, though part of me felt strangely disappointed by their absence.Sleep didn't come again that night. I lay in bed
NOIRWorry. That's what this feeling was—this gnawing, persistent ache in my chest as I watched her tremble in my arms. The irony wasn't lost on me. I was the one who couldn't stand women, who had sworn them off completely after everything I'd grown up experiencing. My mother's and her 'customers' taunts echoing through our manor while they watch me being ruined, they ruin, they gawk, they laugh, they taunt, that's all women ever did to me. The way she'd look at me afterward, like I was supposed to enjoy being a freak show just to bring her more money.I'd promised myself I'd never want anything to do with the opposite gender. Never let myself get tangled up in their chaos, their emotions, their ability to break and revel in the destruction that the man beneath their touch becomes. Until her.Until Ellie walked into our world with her defiant blue eyes and stubborn mouth that was softer towards me, turning everything I thought I knew about myself upside down. And now, as her body tr
ELLIEI headed upstairs to my room, my feet heavy on each step. As tempting as it was to eavesdrop on Lorenzo and Silas after getting Lorenzo food—not that they were doing much to hide their conversation from me anyway—all I could think about was the phone hidden under my pillow.The weight of their voices followed me up the stairs, urgent and clipped, discussing territories and strategies I didn't fully understand. But my mind was elsewhere, consumed by the nagging feeling that Nikolai's silence meant something. Men like him didn't just disappear into the background; they waited, they planned, they struck when you least expected it.He'd confessed to killing my brother in public, not just because he was eager to claim the bragging rights to it, but probably because he had something else planned. I just don't understand why Lorenzo insists on waiting. Or maybe I'm the foolish one, I don't understand their world as well as I imagined I would...and they probably think I'm too dumb to