LOGINKira’s POVAdrian didn’t move for a long time. He just stood there, shirt still streaked with faint traces of blood — staring at nothing. It was clear as day on his face that he was barely holding it together.Then he said, quietly, “I want you to quit.”Was he joking? “Quit what?”He looked up, eyes dark. “Don’t play dumb. You know exactly what you’re doing to me.”He slammed his fist into the wall behind me, the crack sharp enough to echo in my ribs. Then he stepped closer, close enough that his breath brushed my cheek.“You haunt every second of my fucking day,” he growled. “Every day, I kill people. Torture them. Watch them beg. And it’s never bothered me… not once. But now?” His voice broke, just slightly. “Now I can’t even look at my own hands without thinking of you.”This was it. Adrian had finally lost his mind. That had to be the only explanation for this… this madness. He’d always had his irrational moments — God knows — but this? This took the fucking cake.“Are you insane
ONE WEEK LATER“You’re pregnant,” her cold tone broke through the silence.I laughed, too loud, too quickly “Obviously not. I just had my period, Gia. Don’t be ridiculous.”I tried to sound amused, but even to my own ears, it was fake. Gia raised an eyebrow. “You sure?”“Completely.” I forced a smirk. “Gia, I wasn’t pregnant when you asked me a week ago, and I’m not pregnant now. Hell, I haven’t even seen Adrian for the entire time, let alone done anything with him. How am I supposed to be pregnant, being stuck in this mansion with only you as company?”“I’m just saying,” she muttered, “you’ve been… off lately, snapping at me for no reason. Sleeping late. Missing breakfast. That’s not like you.”“It’s called stress,” I said, sharper than I meant. “You know, being married to a literal psycho will have its effects.”She didn’t smile back. Instead, she leaned against the wall, her nails tapping lightly against the wood. It was something she did when she was done pretending to care. I’d
Kira’s POVThe sun burned against my eyelids before I even opened them. My whole body ached like I’d wrestled a ghost in my sleep. I pushed myself up from the chair I’d somehow passed out in… the six-foot-long lounge Adrian always said was too stiff for comfort. Guess he was right.For a few seconds, I just sat there, blinking at the sunlight flooding the room, trying to piece together how I ended up falling asleep here. I hadn’t left the room since Adrian left.He left shortly after threatening to tear the door off its hinges. After everything that happened I’d been too scared to step out of the room. I just stayed locked in until I drifted off.I glanced down and then back at the long chair I’d apparently passed out in. My phone was buried somewhere nearby, and I dug it out, my fingers fumbling.My throat burned. Suddenly, my stomach twisted before my brain could even catch up, a sharp wave rolled through my stomach. I massaged my neck and immediately regretted it… my head pounde
ADRIAN’S POV — The guards bowed as I pushed through the doors. My hand lingered on the handle before I turned to them.“Leave us.”They nodded and disappeared down the hall, I waited till they took the elevator. Trust was a luxury i couldnt afford these days.The room was pitch black and soundproofed — one of my underground safe houses. Every inch of this place was unbuggable, every corner under my control. But lately, even that didn’t feel enough. My patience was thinning.“Well, that was dramatic,” Lorenzo muttered as I stepped inside.Antonio, Romeo, Enzo, and Dead Ted were seated already. Romeo, of course, was perched on the table instead of the chair like the undisciplined bastard he was.Animal.I took my seat at the head of the table. “I’ll keep this short,” I said. I fed them the outline of my meeting with Eliana and why I’d called them here. I flipped open my jacket, while watching their faces shift from curiosity to tension.Romeo groaned. “I’m just gonna say it… this is s
Third Person POVThe phone went dead, and silence filled the narrow alley.A woman stood there, still holding the device to her ear for a moment before slowly lowering it. Across from her, a man leaned lazily against the wall, one boot propped behind him, watching her like someone studying a ticking bomb.“You done?” he asked, voice rough, bored.She ignored him, tucking the phone into her pocket. He pushed off the wall and walked to the mouth of the alley, glancing left and then right to see if they were being followed. The streets beyond were empty — no tails, no shadows, just the distant hum of the city’s nightlife bleeding into the dark.When he returned, she was still standing there, her expression unreadable."Why did you call?"A loud smack echoed as her right palm met his cheek. He turned back to her in a dramatic way with an eyebrow raised. He slowly caressed his jaw and opened his mouth to speak.“What the fuck—” he bellowed but quickly caught wind of their open surroundings
Adrian's POV I stand alone in my black suit, watching the group of mourners from across the cemetery. Gray clouds shroud the sky and light mist echoes my mood from my solitary post beneath the tree.A DAY BEFORE*****"What time is this meeting?""Are you out of your fucking mind Adrian? This is clearly a trap. Remarco just wants to lure you in to finish the job." Antonio's voice blasted through the speakers.If it were anyone else who spoke to me like that, I would have had their tongue cut out, but Antonio was different, and fuck me, he was right. This had ‘trap’ written all over it, but none of it made any iota of sense.Why the hell would they think I killed him? And why would his wife want to meet with me? I met with Vittorio a few weeks ago — we made a truce. Nobody knows that. So why the fuck would I order his hit?"Which is why you and some men will be around if shit goes south."There was a pause before Enzo’s tight voice came through. “I hate to agree, but Antonio’s right.
KIRA’S POVThe next day, instead of staying in my room until Dead Ted came to drag me off to training… like I usually would, I decided to take a walk around the mansion.I was careful, though. No wandering into any unfamiliar or eerie places. The last time I’d done that, I had stumbled on Adrian to
KIRA’S POVI entered his room. He was not there but I could hear some rustling in his closet. Why were the curtains drawn and the room so dark?Probably to match his dark heart.I couldn’t even remember the last time I’d been inside Adrian’s room. The unfamiliarity made my c
ADRIAN’S POVHer words rang in my head as I arranged the folders on my desk. I didn’t need this shit, things were already crazy enough as it was. Another of my shipments was blown to bits yesterday and I was taking out all my frustration on Jena when Kira came in.I was going through the documents,
KIRA’S POV “Please let me go! I didn’t see anything, I promise!” I screamed as my fists pounded on the rusted railings of the cage.The room was pitch black, with the only source of light coming from somewhere outside the heavy iron door. The air was damp and smelled musty, sti







