Mag-log inKira’s POV“Chloroform?”The word crashes into my head before I can see anything.“What happened to a fucking blindfold?” Another voice snaps… calmer, colder.Voices reach me before light does.My body feels wrong. Heavy and stiff, like there’s a building pressing down on my chest. My hands won’t move. Darkness surrounds me, and the voices are close. A loud scrape cuts through the air, like metal against concrete, and the sound drills straight into my skull. I try to flinch, but my body doesn’t respond.I breathe in, and immediately regret it.The taste of bitter chemicals coating the back of my throat makes my stomach roll.A loud crash boomed nearby, but again, my body barely reacts. My eyelids feel too heavy to open, like I’ve been drugged and left underwater. I moved slowly, struggling to peel them open, or move, or even remember how to breathe properly. But I felt frozen in place, the loud background voices rummaging through my thoughts“She would’ve kneed me in the fucking ball
KIRA’S POV.The air shifted. The nurse's hands trembled.“No,” I said immediately. “She stays.”“Get out.”But his tone had already changed; it was no longer playful. He still wasn’t looking at me.The metal tools slipped from her fingers again, scattering across the floor. She didn’t even try to retrieve them. Just whispered something that might’ve been an apology and fled, the door slamming behind her.I shoved back from the chair. “What the hell is wrong with you?”No answer. Then, he moved fast, fisting in my shirt, yanking me forward until I was perched on the chair’s edge, off balance, my thighs pressed hard against the frame.“Ow—” I hissed, biting back the sting.“What’s your problem, Lorenzo?” I snapped.“You,” he said instantly. “You’re my fucking problem.” His breath was warm against my skin, and I hated how my body betrayed me despite my anger.I shoved back, slowly pushing my hands against the chair to create space, arching my back to escape the suffocating proximity. “F
Kira’s POV“What?” I asked, confused.“He’s taking you to get that fucking cast off,” Adrian said in a bored tone.“Taking me where?” I inquired, crossing my arms.Adrian’s eyes fell, and his tongue swept red across his bottom lip. I followed the movement and noticed he was shamelessly gawking at my breasts.I immediately covered myself. Barely.“My eyes are up here,” I snapped, pointing at my face and flicking my fingers.A slow smile tugged at his lips. “If you’d stop moving so much,” he said, gently pulling my hands away, “maybe I’d be able to focus on something else.”I glared. “Are you seriously blaming me for you being a complete gawker?”He hummed, pretending to think. “Remind me… how many times have you begged for my cock in the last twenty-four hours?”Heat rushed to my face. I grabbed a pillow and smacked him with it.He didn’t flinch. The smile stayed.“Where is he taking me, Adrian?” I demanded, throwing the pillow harder this time.He caught it effortlessly and tossed it
Author’s Note:Let’s all collectively agree to forget that Kira was supposed to be wearing a cast in previous chapters 😭😭 Thank you.Kira’s POVTwo days later“What about this one?” I asked, tracing lazy patterns over a tattoo shaped like a knife wrapped in rosary beads on his chest. I listened to the sound of his slow, structured heartbeat, focusing on one of the few things I knew about Adrian; his breathing was always controlled. One harsh inhale after the other.I stared, admiring the artwork that was his body. I was beyond exhausted. Spent… past spent. My legs felt like jelly, and the only thing I could feel down there was the remnant of Adrian… his seed still spilling down my thighs.“That’s always to remind myself that there was once a time I believed in the man above.”I raised my head slightly from his chest, my eyes drifting to the flexed arm beneath his head.“What about now?” I asked, puzzled.With his other hand, he twirled strands of my hair around his fingers, raising
Kira’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
CHAPTER 94ADRIAN'S POV “What did you just say?” I questioned again, staring at Romano in sheer disbelief. “Well, let me put it in a simpler form,” Romano chuckled, managing to stare straight at me with his almost-closed, swollen eye. “I fucking bent your little wife over and gave her a good dick
CHAPTER 92ADRIAN'S POVI pulled up my car in front of the offshore warehouse. This was the location I had told them to keep Romano. Sighing heavily, I placed my head on the steering wheel and thought about what Kira had told me.I had lots of questions for him. Questions that might trigger my rage
KIRA’S POVGrabbing my dress, I pushed through the crowd and rushed out of the party, slipping past the tall golden doors. It looked like everyone was already leaving; cars lined up one after the other outside. I stood at the edge of the steps, scanning the area until I saw Adrian shaking hands wit
KIRA’S POV“I’m usually the one whose face says I’d rather be anywhere but here. Smile, Kira,” Adrian muttered as he linked his arm through mine, dragging me forward like this night wasn’t already crawling beneath my skin.I forced a smile, or something that vaguely resembled one, and inhaled as we


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