Nicolas “I am sorry.” The moment the doctor spoke those words, my already broken heart broke once more, but this time, the pain turned to fury. I fired on the ground before he had finished speaking to emphasize that quitting was not an option. He jumped, clearly frightened. “Let me finish, please. I’m sorry that I can’t assist you here. Her pulse is feeble and slow. We need to get her to the hospital right away,” the doctor stated. “What are you waiting for?” I yelled. They hurried to the stretcher on which Anaya was lying in the ambulance. Viler and I rushed after the stretcher. When the doctor attempted to prevent us from getting into the ambulance, we both pulled our weapons and instantly silenced him. We both climbed beside her. Viler had her hand in a tight grip. I winced when the doctor placed an IV in her other hand. Anaya remained still despite his best efforts to scrub her wounds. The doctor has called the hospital to request an operating room and for medical staff to be o

Nicolas I slammed the door shut as soon as I entered my bedroom. My breath was ragged, and I was pacing back and forth to restrain my rage. I had been furious since Anaya mentioned my father back at Viler's house. Even if she has no idea what she’s talking about, it doesn’t make me feel any less angry; on the contrary, it makes me angrier. I hope I could make her understand why I did what I did, but I cannot. Even thinking about it makes me want to cut someone’s head off, and I have a few targets in mind to vent my rage at the moment. I don’t think the doctor would be able to save them if I tried that. So we move forward with the next logical choice. Gym. I slipped into my workout clothes and dashed to the gym. I tried lifting weights to block out the screaming of my loved ones, but when it didn’t work, I decided to run. The sweat streaming down my body made my clothing stick to my skin. The burning of my muscles and the heaviness of my breath made the ache in my chest burn brighter

Nicolas Out of all the things Anaya could say, I did not expect her to say that. She told me a few weeks ago that she wanted to determine Alexy and Cole’s punishment. The other members of Alexy’s group were mine to torture and murder, just as I had done with the person who had tried to hurt her during the gala. I was not happy, but she had the right to do so. I assured her she would make the ultimate choice because they had made her suffer. However, suddenly things were different. After weeks of delaying talking about what happened in the building, she finally revealed to me what they did. She told me about being abducted from her home by Alexy and Cole and waking up in a pitch-black room. The way Alexy has recounted all of his unsuccessful ideas to her. She described to me how they imprisoned her without access to food or water, beat her every two hours, and humiliated her. Finally, she told me about how Alexy tried to force himself on her and how I protected her before anything te

Nicolas “I like you, Nicolas,” Anaya said. My thoughts turned blank when she told me for the first time that she liked me. It was impossible for me to believe. After all the hardship I put her through. Yet, she likes me? My entire range of emotions—happiness, disbelief, excitement, and pain—came surging through me. My brain was filled with the tension of all those feelings, which frightened me. I went ahead and did the first thing that came to mind and left the room. When I entered my office, I left Anaya in that room, which made me feel guilty. I must, however, get my thoughts straight. I slumped into my chair but couldn’t sit still, so I looked out the window, but my mind was still foggy. I grabbed a bottle of whiskey and drank it straight from the bottle when I was unable to relax. Despite everything, I am certain of one thing: she likes me. But how? A few months ago, she was afraid of me. Can she be sure about what she feels, or is it just that she just feels like this after s

Nicolas I adore my sister, but right now I wanted to whack her upside down on the head. Just as Anaya and I were starting to relax and enjoy one another’s company, she came barging to ruin it. I was painfully hard and my mind kept me from coming down from the high I felt when I touched her silky skin. I stepped inside my private bathroom to relieve the boner that was evident in my pants. Stripping out of my suit, I turned the shower to the coldest setting and hissed as the ice-cold water splashed on my hot skin. As the water did little to calm me down, I eventually seized my rigid cock and stroked up and down roughly. I groaned at the feeling. I envision her sitting on my lap. She groans as I stick my tongue in her mouth and feel the warmth of her skin on my fingertips. I feel my balls tighten as I thrust up and down into my palm. I can still picture her gaping lips and flushed cheeks from the time I kissed her neck. It was difficult to resist the gorgeous breasts as they tempted me