AUTHOR'S POV

Moscow, Russia
06:22 pm

Dash stepped into the dancing academy where Sybil had once coached. He looked around, noticing the children practicing their ballet moves behind a large glass wall, their movements were graceful and precise. It seemed like there were only a few minutes left in the class, as he could see several parents waiting outside, their expressions a blend of anticipation and pride.

Standing among the parents, Dash scanned the area, taking in the vibrant atmosphere filled with energy and enthusiasm. His attention was drawn to a schedule displayed on another glass wall, detailing the class timings and various batches of students.

As he absorbed the scene, he noticed a small cabin adjacent to the dance room. Intrigued, he made his way over, discovering an older man seated in a rolling chair, intently focused on his laptop.

Dash knocked gently before stepping inside, greeting the old man with a firm "Good evening" as he adjusted the only button of his suit, parting it slightly.

The oldie looked up, his attention shifting to Dash. "Evening. Please, have a seat," he offered warmly. "What can I help you with, sir?"

Taking a seat across the table, Dash placed his gun deliberately between them; the weight of the moment hung in the air every second. "I'm here for an investigation. I need to know every single detail about Sybil Diar."

The old man's demeanor shifted instantly, straightening in his chair. "E-even I'm searching for her. She has disappeared. I've somehow managed to find a new coach for the kids," he replied, his honesty evident in his voice.

"Any suspicious activity done by her?" Dash asked, locking his gaze onto the old man's eyes, searching for any sign of deceit.

"I've got one CCTV footage of her," the oldie said quickly, his fingers moving deftly over the keyboard as he searched for the file. He turned the laptop screen towards Dash, ready to reveal what he had found.

Dash unpaused the clip, watching intently as Alaric spoke to Sybil casually. The atmosphere shifted when the lights flickered off, yet the footage continued. What struck Dash was the moment Alaric appeared to take her with him when she was nearly passed out.

"What's this m*therf*cker got to do with this girl?" Dash muttered under his breath. He wasn't surprised as it was his second time seeing Alaric and Sybil together, but what made him curious was Alaric's gentleness towards Sybil.

He has never seen Alaric treating a woman like that.

The oldie replied, "I thought this person would know about her, but he was also here in search of her."

Dash's curiosity was piqued further. "Is there any other coach named Lia?"

The old man shook his head. "There's none."

Giving a nod, Dash grabbed his gun and left the office cabin, he pocketed the gun as there were kids outside and got back to the parking lot.

He dialed a number on his way, bringing his mobile to his ear while opening the car door, but suddenly, a sharp pain shot through his waist as someone stabbed him.

Groaning, he quickly shifted into a defensive stance, reaching for his gun, but found himself surrounded by a group of masked men.

Despite the odds, he fought them off, managing to pull the knife from his waist.

He opened the car door, tossed the knife onto the passenger seat, and slid into the driver's seat.

With a quick turn of the key, he started the engine, driving with his left hand while his right pressed firmly against the wound at his waist.

Blood soaked his hand as he sped toward a nearby hospital but found himself getting chased, so he drifted his car and dodged the following cars, making his way towards Deam Aura, executing a sharp turn to park before rushing up to his apartment in the elevator.

Swifting the card he unlocked his apartment and immediately reached out to the mini bar in his apartment. He opened the bottle with his teeth and began to wash the wound with alcohol

Frantically searching for his mobile to contact Hunter, he realized it was gone, leaving him groaning in frustration, the sound escaping into the hallway through the slightly ajar door.

Zoe heard it and immediately rushed in as she first noticed the blood smeared in the elevator, then the alarming stains on his door locks.

"Dash?" Dash's head snapped up at Zoe's gasp, her voice trembling as she rushed inside. "What happened?" Tears welled in her eyes, and his softened at the sight of her distress.

"A rival gang... they ambushed me. I managed to fend them off, but not before one of them got in a lucky stab. I'm fine, though. Don't worry about it," he tried to sound strong, but it came out breathy, betraying his pain.

"Let me see," she urged, removing his hand to reveal the deep wound beneath. "This bleeding quite badly, it needs to get stitched," she whispered, panic rising in her chest. "I'll take you to a hospital." She grabbed his arm, her grip firm yet trembling, desperate to support him.

"I can't go out right now. I'm being stalked," he replied, urgency in his voice.

"Stay here and just press your hand tightly on it. I'll be right back." Without a second thought, she dashed to her apartment, her heart racing as she gathered the supplies to treat his wound.

She immediately called Dr. Evan for medications and asked for instructions before she took the case in her hands as she wasn't a doctor but a nurse.

When she returned, her hands shook as she prepared to help him. She filled up an injection, but her hands were too shaky for the first time.

Dash's hand covered hers pushing the needle past his skin. She got a grip on herself and injected him. "This is a painkiller; I don't have any anesthesia with me right now." She looked at his face, her voice steadying as she said,

With trembling fingers, she gently removed his shirt, now soaked with blood, her heart aching at the sight of his injury, determined to help him despite the fear coursing through her.

He leaned his back against a table as she began to clean his wound. "It'll hurt." She warned him before she began to stitch up his wound.

He pressed his teeth together and threw his head back. A low groan vibrated in his throat as he tried to endure the pain of being stitched without any anesthesia.

After several minutes of carefully treating the deep wound, she wrapped a bandage around his waist.

" Remember when we first met, Zoe. It was like this. You took away all my pain that night as well as my sleep. Let's be together again, please". He said looking down at her.

She chose to ignore the topic. "Get some rest."

She was about to turn, but Dash spread his legs and pulled her between them, freezing her in her place.

"Stay with me tonight..." He brought his face closer to her neck and smelled her scent.

She tried to push him but his hold got firmer. "Don't fight it." His words vibrated near her neck. He softly kissed her flashes sending goosebumps.

Zoe stopped moving, knowing it was hurting him. " Dash, please." She lowkey wanted to hug him, cry in her embrace. But she closed her eyes fisting her palms.

" Come back. I'll make everything right." He mumbled resting his forehead on her shoulder, loosely hugging her.

Tears formed in her eyes. She moved her hand up to caress the back of his head but curled her finger and wiped her tears right away. Taking a deep breath, she slightly pushed herself back. " Your treatment is done, I was here as a helper. Don't mistake it with anything else." She said, hurriedly collecting the stuff she brought but suddenly felt her wrist in a tight grip.

She had a scalpel in her hand. Dash grabbed her palm tightly and brought that closer to his chest.

" Dash?" She tried to pull her hand back as the scalpel came in contact with his chest.

" The treatment is remaining. You have more wounds to heal". Dash said, digging the scalpel into his chest, going down and cutting his skin. The fresh blood started oozing out and running down his abs.

" Dash, stop it". She gazed up into his eyes with a pleading look

" Happy that you still care". He said not leaving her hand.

" Dash, don't be crazy leave it". She begged.

" I'm not sane anymore." He indeed looked manic at the moment. "I'm ready to bleed as long as it keeps you near." He added with a sad smile.

"Don't do this to yourself." She cried, her voice came out above a whisper.

Dash's moment paused; his hand moved up to wipe her tears before it slid under his chin and made her look into his eyes. The gaze she had been avoiding met.

"I need you." His voice was raspy. "Stay with me tonight...please." He leaned in, his lips hovering just above hers, giving her plenty of time to move back if she wanted, but she closed her eyes and parted her lips instead.

Dash captured her lips with his dry ones, pulling her flush against his bare chest, with his other hand while the other went on her nap. He opened his mouth and deepened the kiss roughly, devouring her lips like a thirsty soul.

Soon enough she gave in and replied to his kiss. "God...I missed this." He nipped her bottom lip and swelled her moans.

The clicking sound of the door alerted them both. Zoe moved back as she was still standing between his legs. Evan entered the room with medications.

Dash's eyes darkened again seeing Evan. Noticing his intense gaze she stood between them to block Dash's view. "You won't hurt him."

• No one can beat a person with the mindset "If I'm not dead, I'm good."

Chapter Published On: 13 October 2024.

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