The wind was chilled, the blazing rays of the sun were failing to provide warmth, despite this, I was still not ready to go inside, though Randy had come to take me three times. According to him, Silas wanted to see me. Deep inside I knew he had nothing to say to me, but he might be worried if I would try to escape. Well, his worries were valid.Not only did  I want to escape, but I also sought some answers. Not to forget how I was getting more paranoid bypassing second. The situation no longer was in my hands, I had already lost the privilege. Which however made me wonder if Silvio knew where I was.I admit I had only spent countable months with the devil himself, but the fragments I had of him were enough to make me understand how vast his connections were. Not only does he own more than enough properties in New York, but I had also once overheard Micah saying how many more investments he had made.Also, he was a mafia leader. As much as I know, leaders p

I could argue that he didn't need to, but I kept my mouth shut and followed him. I didn't wante dto run into Edward again, and probably this was enough to make me seek comfort in his mere presence. I knew it wasn't my fault, but knowing Edward over years, I knew that idiot would probably blame me. He still doubts me, not that I minded, but he still thinks that my nature was to stay loyal to him. Always. He walked slightly in front of me. We didn't talk, choose to make the journey in silence. The silence, however was chaotic. Not only Silas had saved me, he had partially seen me half-naked. The shivering thought made me tighten my hold onto the fabric of his coat.  I eyed his back. His off-white shirt clung indecently to his torso, the material looked shiny. Probably silk. Moreover, I wasn't delusional to think that Silas wasn't a foe. Him saving me didn't meant that we were pals, and we would talk about our pasts but I was hopeful that

He didn't know what he was supposed to do. That had been apparent from the beginning. That was what made the choice so difficult. What he was supposed to do and what he would do were not the same. His motive was to use her against his rival, to bring down his enemy, have a grave victory. But his desire was distinct, molded, and morphed into a harmonious composition of sentiments.  This would have been fine if he were willing to face the inevitable, he had no ways to recover. He once was calculated, but now all he was left with was that small eerie feeling, small yet heavy. Just like the ocean, he was calm and tranquil, but just like the ocean, he had internal waves deep inside his heart which were howling loud.  He had regularly exhibited signs of emotional dependency on their relationship, with her he felt at ease, including possessiveness when he witnessed Edward forcing her, jealousy when he saw Silvio with her, fear of rejectio

She felt a immediate rush of pain attacking her as she stirred to her left. It took her a whole minute to sit up as she struggled to keep her eyes open. Groaning, she managed to found herself in sitting position."Miss Quintin." A faint voice again called to her with softness drawing her out of her peaceful slumber as she promptly awaken to the soothing sound of the female.Frowning with perplexity that bounded her to take in her surroundings. She was in same room she had been residing in past few days, but she was not in same place she achingly slept last night by the cold material of couch rather she was nestled upon the soft mattresses, embraced warmly beneath the velvet blanket and warm quilt. How did I get here? She wondered with doubt."Master Anderson is calling you. He says he needs to talk urgently." The woman who hovered over the side of the bed. Sadie yawned as she gazed at the red haired woman. Sadie found hers

"So...I am gonna ask you this for the last time...where the hell is she?" Silvio quipped as he kick Severin harshly over the curve of his abdomen, just over the wound he had inflicted on him a few minutes ago. Severin groaned as he rolled over in pain, his eyes closed shut while he pressed the area where Silvio had shot him. The blood had started to pool around him and he could find himself already on verge of losing consciousness. "You...will pay for this....for betraying me...." Severin moaned out in agony as Silvio pressed his foot against his wounded side more firmly.  He looked down at him with coldness marring his eyes.  "I assure you," he said calmly. "If any harm is to come to her, this visit will not end well....for you and your family." Despite being injured, Severin still managed to look heatedly at him. "You bastard, you knew she was here....yet you deceive me." Severin looked a