Semua Bab DARKNESS IGNITES DESIRES: Bab 151 - Bab 160

DAMIANThe rain pelts the windshield like bullets which the wipers slash side to side, barely keeping up. The drive back is filled with the images of the look of masked hurt and the lines of disappointment etched onto her face. The way she looked at me. Silent accusation in those godamned eyes. I’m haunted by how I’m unable to do anything to save her from the abyss I plunged her into.Where do I even start when I can’t save myself?I grip the steering wheel in a way that’s hard enough to splinter if I tried. “I’m trying to save you,” I mutter to no one. “Even if it kills me.”My foot pushes the accelerator harder and the world around me rushes by in a blur. My mind is a fucking mess with spinning images of her trembling hands as she held onto that glass like an anchor, the distance between us just to keep her safe. I should’ve held her and told her the truth. All of it.A sharp pop explodes from under the car. I register that to be the front-left tire before I lose control. “Shit–”

DAMIANAndros is awake now as they cuff him to the electric chair but smirking at me. I pace the cell, grateful for Zoran’s help in wrapping a bandage around my side despite my stubborn insistence to do it myself.“You don’t even know half of what’s happening. While you’ve been chasing ghosts, your house is already burning.”I walk over and grab his face, feeling my anger channel into the grip. “You better start talking.”“What the hell do you think I’m talking about?” He says calmly, knowing well how his put togetherness drives me nuts and when I go nuts, I get irrational. “Cool it, Damian.” Zoran stands next to me. “Allow me handle this one.”I catch the slight shift in Andros’s face as my brother takes over. Let’s see how he gets out of this one. My fingers itch to light another cigarette but Liliana keeps giving me that disapproving look somewhere in my mind.Maybe one is okay for a day.“You can’t seem to stand letting baby brother handle his mess alone, can you?” He smirks, shak

LILIANABeaming faces. A working environment flowing with ease. Details to work and dialed down conversations; that’s the place I walk into at Romanov Holdings with Theodore by my side.He doesn’t look fazed. More like he’s been here a couple of times.A tall blonde with a model physique struts over to us with her edges pulled a little too tight. “He’s been waiting for you. Right this way, please.”Theodore and I follow the blonde through a hall that smells like lemon and a dash of ambition. Promising, I guess. Overall, the place is too sleek and too put together.“Nikolai doesn’t like to be kept waiting,” the blonde throws over her shoulder as if she’s noticed me slowing down behind her. Her voice is syrupy with enough sting to pass as a professional. Nikolai. That name buzzes faintly in my head. But where have I heard it? Didn’t she mean to say Nicolo? Isn’t he supposed to be six feet under by now?“Here we are.” The blonde pushes open a pair of frosted glass doors. “Mr. Romanov wi

LILIANAThe next couple of weeks roll past before I can fully blink and in no time, I’m standing in the middle of a murmuring crowd with a glass of champagne in my grip. Music swirling around me, glowing chandelier lights…and everybody has fancy masks on.Nikolai and I decided to take it up a notch and move the theme to something a lot of people would love. Something a lot…fancier. And I think I nailed it.Seeing everything unfold so beautifully despite the weight of the pressure which almost crushed me, I feel proud to boldly say that…“You did it,” Theodore stops by my side, grinning, with a glass in his hand. He’d been handling all the small talk while I just stood there and smiled, offered a few words and surveyed the hall for–for who?To pull myself from going down that lane, I turn to look at him with a gentle smile curving around my lips. “We did it. It was all you, all I did was follow your lead.”“Stop being so humble.” He waves at someone. “You weren’t so hard to teach–” he l

DAMIANIt feels like I’m spinning round and round in goddamn circles. We hit a dead end and still–nothing. No trail. No fucking clue in sight. Just the image of her stuck in the back of my mind as she falls out of reach.The harder I try to grab on, the more she slips.I grip the steering wheel harder with eyes wide open and jaw locked. I can’t lose her again. I’d stop breathing before that happens. Hell, I won’t survive it. Zoran rings my phone and I snatch it before the second buzz. “Any progress?” It’s his weary sigh that makes my heart stop beating for two whole seconds. “It has to be something good, right?” I whisper, hopeful even though it’s fast withering.“I’m not gonna kid you bro, it’s not what you expect.” His tone is grim. “My team’s been combing through every traffic cam, every damn exit, looking for something out of order—anything. We caught one car behaving off. Black Mercedes taking weird turns, but…”I wait with bated breaths for this one, scared that uttering a word