Semua Bab EVAN: Bab 51 - Bab 60

~Cali~ Evan’s cabin sits in a two hectare property, hidden by profuse verdure from the busy City of New York. It can transport any onlooker from a city to a peaceful paradise, simply Evan’s taste. I’ve still to explore what hides in the forest behind the cabin. I took a mental note to ask Evan for a tour one of these days. In the absence of daylight, the bright silver crescent moon lit up the dusky sky with stars lustrous like gems, giving twilight a new vision. It’s still early for slumber. I came back at nine in the evening only to find no one in the cabin. Disappointment morphed my anxious mind. I was hoping to have the answer when I get back. Since we had that talk this morning, no message or call came from him. Time is what he needed, and I willed myself not to push him too much. I could only associate the f

~Evan~ The fresh wisp of Sicilian air sent my skin shivering at one in the morning. With a heavy sigh, I hammered on the heavy wooden door of this creepy palace. “I told you I’ll come to New York,” Klaus greeted us with his warmest growl. If there was any other choice, I would never ask this dimwit for help, much less take a trip to visit this Italian Mafia haunted palace. He’d have me groveling on his feet over a box of pizza. And for a favor of this magnitude, hell only knows what kind of torture I’ll be in for. Since the accident, I swallowed my pride and asked him to look into Nathan’s case. He can dig into someone’s dirt and find out their deep darkest secret. Klaus’s arms bent on his chest at seeing Devin behind me

~Cali~ Seeing those files left a foul taste in my mouth. I hope I hadn’t taken that Tylenol Rylee gave me. I prefer migraines more than this unsettling feeling in the pit of my stomach. The place is as good as empty, calming, and inviting. However majestically incorporated the natural elements in creating a rustic, yet warm ambiance, I still despise being here. Michael Bublé and Kelly Rowland’s beautiful euphony of How Deep is Your Love filled the thick air around me. How Ironic is it that I’m walking towards the man who’s testing how deep my love is for Evan?  I love him so fucking much, more than I’m willing to admit to myself, and this is me acting on that love. On the end of the vast sea of vacant tables, in a s

~Cali~Nate is a man of wits. Never once have I doubted his intelligence. It’s a pity that a man as smart as him is using his ability to hurt people for his own benefit.It’s clear that he doesn’t care about what the outcome would be once these files are out in public. All he cares about is how this will hurt Evan, even at the expense of ruining people’s lives.Klaus confirmed everything. I had to confide in my cousin even though I’m not fond of his lifestyle - the mafia life. My talk with Klaus opened my mind to how much he cares for his friends, for his family, for me. With no one’s knowledge, he’s already working on stopping Nate’s wicked plans on hurting Evan.Nate hol

~Cali~ When I was little, mom used to write poems and read them to me before I went to sleep. One of her poems says, ‘choose to be the bad man, if it’ll be for the better of your loved one.’ I never thought that the fruit of wisdom would leave a foul taste in my mouth. As I turned around after heaving deep breaths, calming my nerves from the raging fear inside my chest, my eyes wandered to where I left Evan. He’s still talking to Shena, a decent distance between them. As if he could feel my gaze, Evan’s eyes darted to where I was. His brows furrowed, probably seeing my distraught bearing. I quickly masked it with an apologetic smile, raising my phone, gesturing that I have to make another call. He nodded, turning to Shena again.