Kay.River?So he survived?I was hoping that he died, for some unknown reason, I don't trust this man.I quickly stand up before he could reach me and clear my dry throat, moving away from him.I'm not letting this fucker touch me."It's okay, I will just get a taxi" I mumble pointing at the upcoming yellow car."You are hurt" he points at my bloody hands but I ignore him, signalling for the car to stop. What he is doing here is questionable.I hope he doesn't think I like him in any way because I despise him so much, and after what Carl just did. Am done with this gender.The driver of the cab pulls over and I instantly get in, making sure my bloody hands are well hidden. When the car starts moving, I burst into another round of tears."Are you okay?" that is a very funny question, but I don't want to be rude to the old man."Yes, am fine" I mumble sniffling. I feel so lost, I don't know what to do without him.I depended on that man so much, I gave him my everything. I didn't even

Kay.It's been three days and I haven't left this room not the bed.All I do is sleep, cry, shower and repeat. I know I'm behaving weak but that's what am feeling right now.Vulnerable.I haven't eaten anything and I feel the effect. My body lacks strength but I don't care.I have nothing to live for anymore."Kay, your dad is here" dean enters his room with the news and I grunt turning to the other side. Am being so difficult to him and I know it's not fair."Princess please" he pulls the blanket from my body and I groan tiredly sitting up. I have been wearing his clothes and I pray dad brought me something to change into.I drag my tired form out of his room and slowly descend the stairs. In the living room, is my father and two men. Well, and they are all wearing black.I feel so shaky. My body is worn out and I know I might fall sick anytime. Considering the amount of time I have been spending on the cold bathroom floor and the long cold showers.My father has his eyes on his phon

Kay.I wake up to a hard naked chest, and from the manly scent it possesses, no doubt it's Carlos. He is holding me close to his body and I have my head on his chest.But how come?I remember falling asleep in Theo's bed. I didn't wanna be anywhere with this man and he just had to drag me back.Opening one eye to peep, he looks asleep and his breathing is even too. I slowly untangle from his grasp and sit up.I wanna stay in his arms forever. They are so warm and they feel like home. Why does he have to behave so dumbly sometimes?I had a fever as I predicted, and right now I still don't feel well but am better. I intended to sleep in Theo's room then today I could have him drive me home.I'm still gonna do that though, I feebly put my feet on the cold floor and walk to the bathroom.After brushing my teeth and changing into something warm, I exit the bathroom to go search for Theo but he's not in his room. So am assuming he'll be in the kitchen or his normal place at the swimming poo

Kay.Carl is defeatedly laying on the bed with an oxygen mask on his face.Three doctors are surrounding him with bloody hands poking his stomach with some equipment.What did they do to him?"You are not supposed to be here" one of the men who are supposedly here to make sure no one enters is about to grab me but a voice stops him."Leave her alone" Carls's father demands and they quickly move away from me.The room is large, Only Ed and Carl's dad are present plus the guards.I stand on wobbly feet and slowly approach the operating bed. Damn, I don't understand why I have to cry this much.We just got back together but looks like fate is not in support of us."You don't have to watch that Kay, come here" Ed mumbles drawing me to his chest before I could reach the bed and I finally have the chance to let it all out.Nuzzling my face in his chest, I pray that wherever the bullet hit Is not a sensitive place and he will be okay.I can't lose him.Am still suffering from the consequences

Kay. When the man stops talking and Carl's countenance changes, I instantly figure something must be wrong. I remember when he left his wife on the floor crying like he didn't care. And how his words were so harsh, especially when directed towards the woman you love. Then he is still swearing to do whatever, if he finds out she helped Rico. I understand most mafia men are rough, violent, and anything dirty, but I can't imagine Carl being that way with me. Most of them don't marry for love. Marriages in our world are for business purposes or when one wants an heir, they believe that loving someone makes you weak, and weakness is the main cause of failure in this game. Carl's father comes to his senses and gives his son one long look before walking out of the room. That is a relief. "Are you okay? you seem off" I mumble placing a glass of water on his lips and he nods after taking a couple of gulps. "Yeah" Carl nods absent-mindedly and it piques my interest. He's not okay. "Ba