[The quality of this chapter is not that good, and I didn't proof read it,

but it's long,

So enjoy !]

Cara's POV

Silence swallowed the room after he uttered those few words, a deafening stillness the screamed of all my confusion.

Uncle?

That's not the answer I was expecting. Not at all.

My eyebrows pulled together, "Your uncle?" I asked, still trying to get a grip on it, "Why would your uncle hurt you?"

Something flashed in his eyes darkening them again, the weak expression fell off and the unconquerable mask came back on. A muscle twitched in his jaw as he said, "I was a threat to him."

I understand nothing.

"A threat?" I asked.

He nodded in return but kept silent after.

I want more answers, I need more but I don't know how to get them without him noticing my plan.

So instead, I tightened my hold on his hand, showing him that I am here, that I care.

I tilted my head, "I don't understand." I said softly flashing him an innocent confused look.

He kept holding my hand, his thumb gently stroking my skin, he seemed to be letting it all go as he started to explain, "I was the one standing between him and power." He said, "At that time, I was meant to be the boss, the actual boss of the whole mafia when I grow up."

My eyes widened a bit, "You?"

The boss is the one who lays down all the rules, he is the most powerful piece in this messed up game, and Nikolas was gonna be him? Well, good thing he didn't, god only knows what would've happened then.

He nodded, "The boss was always elected from our family- my mother's family to be precise- to rule all the other families in the mafia.

My name was the first on the list, and after me came-"

"Your uncle's name," I said the words on his behalf, finally making more sense of it.

But I thought more about it and there was something that didn't yet feel right. My eyebrows knitted as I confusingly asked, "But weren't you like - young back then, like you were still at school, wasn't your uncle a better option?"

"It was for later." He explained, "There was a boss back then, he just wanted to make sure that there is someone out there who will take after him when he retires, and for him, I was the best candidate."

"But why you were the best candidate?" I asked still in the process of letting it all in. Like based on what they select the boss?

Gosh, this mafia world is so weird, and so messed up.

"Well-" He gave me a light shrug," Because I was his grandson."

My eyes widened at the revelation, "Wow, your grandfather was the boss?"

He nodded, "My mother's father." He said. "He hated my dad, so that was off limits, but I was his kind of favorite, and he wanted me to be the one taking after him.

My uncle didn't like that because from the beginning he was working hard just to reach that position and then I came and within a blink of an eye, took everything he ever dreamt of."

"So what did he do?" I asked.

He didn't answer me right away, his eyes left mine and drifted away, his fingers slowly untangled themselves from my hold and I felt him taking a step backward. He looked lost in his memories as his eyes met mine again, "He couldn't kill me-" He started, "So instead, he wanted to make sure I can never be a boss."

My eyebrows knitted in confusion so he explained further, "What's a leader who is not mentally stable-" He gave me a light shrug, "What's a leader that can't even have children who later on can follow his path-"

What the-

"He wanted to weaken me, to implement fear deep inside my head-" He scoffed, "But what he doesn't know is by that, he just made me fearless." He shook his head, "Nothing scares me anymore, no one does, because I've seen worse, much worse."

My eyebrows pulled together, "What did he do to you?" My voice came low, almost as if I am whispering the words to myself rather than to him.

A low humorless chuckle seeped from him as he shook his head, he didn't answer my question, instead he said, "You always tell me that I am sick-" He nodded his head, "Well that's true-" His mouth pinched up in a sneer, "I am not normal, I can assure you that."

His demeanor shifted a bit and his face contorted with some emotion I'd never seen him wear before, "He injected me with chemicals, he did experiments on me, I don't know-" He gripped the back of his head almost in pain, "He made see things I should've never seen-"

"He wanted to drive me crazy and to be honest, he won." The war that reflected off his eyes alone startled me, "I tried to pull myself out of it later and it worked-" His eyebrows slightly pulled together and he shrugged, "Kind of."

I still don't understand. He gave me many answers yet still, there is something missing, somehow nothing he just said made sense to me.

"I enjoy other's pain, I admit that." He continued, "Maybe because it was the only thing I felt for years, that finally being able to reflect it on others feels somehow good." He shook his head, "I don't feel bad when I hurt someone, I don't regret it, guilt was a foreign feeling I never encountered, not-" He let out a low breath as he roughed a hand over the top of his head, "Not till you came-"

He looked like he is trying to analyze himself as well, he looked like he doesn't understand himself either.

"You made me question everything because you are the only person I ever felt bad for hurting."

The tensed silence his words left, I broke it with a question of my own, "What about all those innocent people who were on the plane? You don't feel a little bad that you killed them?" My eyebrows knitted, "There were kids on the plane, Nikolas you gonna have a kid of your own, and you went crazy when I told you I am not gonna let you see this child, so you don't feel bad that you took that right from some father out there?"

He was silent and the weird calmness his features held scared me. He shook his head, "No."

My eyes widened at his response and my words came out in accusation, "You didn't feel bad about that?"

He shook his head and again muttered, "No."

"How? I don't understand, how?" My voice raised as I threw my hands in the air in bewilderment, I was beyond furious at everything about him, "How one moment you can be so weak and vulnerable and caring, then the next you flip into this other person and say that you seriously feel nothing for killing innocent people who had no fault but being at the wrong place and at the wrong time!"

He just kept silent.

I shook my head, "You're not normal."

His lips curled up, "I never said I am."

"The way I see it is without that happening, I wouldn't be here, things wouldn't be the way they are." He explained and now I more than sure that he is insane, "I am a man with a plan. Everything in my life goes the way I plan it, I think of each step, I think of the wrong way things can go and I avoid that, so I can't regret things I thought about and planned for so long."

"But you know what I don't like-" He wasn't waiting for an answer, "I don't like it when things go unplanned." He worked his jaw as his eyes bored deep into mine, "Me feeling anything toward you wasn't at all planned and that's why I become this other person around you, this person that I don't understand, this stupid person that's ready to leave everything he planned behind, just for you."

"This person that's now telling you things he shouldn't, that he's showing you a part of him he kept only to himself for all these years -" He took a step backward, "So don't ask me why I am like that," He pointed at himself, "- because I myself don't know the answer to that question."

"So yeah, i feel nothing, no guilt or remorse for all the people i've killed, innocent or not." He began to back away,

"But it kills me that at a stage-" His voice dropped lower, anguish pinched up his expression, "I had to hurt you."

Then he turned around and walked away.

Escaping from me. So he won't have to show me other parts of him.

Today, for some reason, he was him, the real messed up him. He turned inside out, exposed and raw for me to see.

But still, one thing didn't yet click.

What's my relation in all this? What's my role in this game?

How was I a way for him to get his revenge against his very own uncle?

Many questions roamed my mind, many questions I needed answers for.

And I will get them. Step by step. I just have to be a little more patient.

And the truth shall be out very soon.

******

Alex's POV

Red blood drops trickled down his face, touched his chin and then fell down. The thick silence in the room was interrupted by their sound as they hit the ground, one after the other, colliding, together forming a pool of blood tainting the once was clean floor.

My gaze traveled up again, taking him in; ripped clothes exposed scared skin underneath, dried blood around the wounds from the day before, and broken bones can be noticed from the disoriented skin. His head hanging low, and if it wasn't for the faint sound of his breaths I would've thought he is dead already.

My gaze left him and dropped down to my shirt, who once was white but now soaked with blood, red blood, his blood. I brought my hand up and eyed the inside of my palm, the tip of my fingers as I curled them in. There was blood, blood was everywhere.

Yet, I felt nothing.

No anger, no pain, just -- nothing.

The air smelled different, the chilling faint scent of blood and death hugged the room, enveloping each corner. It started to get darker, colder, and so did my inside.

I didn't think it through, I just felt my hand touching the cold metallic weapon in the back of my pants before I pulled it out. My fingers wrapped around its grip as my thumb caressed the V-letter engraved on it.

I always wondered what did it refer to.

With a hard swallow, I pointed the gun at the half-dead man ahead of me. He'll die any moment now, I know, but I wanted to be the one stealing his last breaths.

I pulled back the hammer and kept it focused on him, on his head. My other finger on the trigger ready to fire and finally end him.

I closed my eyes for a brief second trying to concentrate but the many scenes that ripped through my memory made me snap them open immediately. I sucked in a deep breath and tried my best to get a grip on my sanity, my gun still pointed, my hand still stable, the total opposite of my inside.

"You're hesitating."

I clenched my jaw at his voice and his choice of words. I didn't turn to him, my gaze not once wavering from Lucas.

"I am not," I said, stressing on each word as I heard his steps nearing me.

"He is dead anyway." He added, his voice now more clear. From the corner of my eye, I saw him stop just right beside me.

"But you want to see if you can do it." He said, stealing the words from my mind.

My jaw tightened more, air pushed through my limbs trying to seek its way out as I tried to pull the stupid trigger.

"You still didn't get over it." He added making this whole process even harder.

I scoffed, "You can't just get over killing someone."

"It gets easier with time."

"It shouldn't," I said before I dropped my hand down and turned to him.

"What do you want?" I asked showing complete irritation.

"I want to help." He said, he looked kind of serious. He placed the back of his hand to his mouth and coughed, he fixated his attention back on me as he said, "If it makes you feel any better, whatever happened in the past was not your fault."

"I know, it was yours, but that doesn't matter because I am the one who fucking did it!" I said the last part through gritted teeth.

Do I look in the right mood to reminisce the past now?!

He nodded, "That's why I let you go after, I realized you didn't belong there."

My eyebrows slightly furrowed, "So what? You thought by leaving I'll just forget all the shit I've gone through, that everything I've seen and done will disappear the moment I get out of your house."

I just don't understand the way he thinks.

Old fool.

I saw the bob in his throat, the hard swallow before his eyes dropped down to my hand. He scratched his neck before he met my eyes again, "I saw your arm, I saw the-"

I clenched my jaw, "Don't even try to continue that sentence." Bitterness thickened my tongue and my chest squeezed, "Don't-" I warned.

Brown eyes narrowed on me, "Alex, I am your father, I have the right to be worried."

I shook my head, "No you don't." It came out with a sneer.

My eyebrow raised, "Look, if you think I have daddy issues because of you, then don't worry, I don't." I shook my head, I meant it, "Maybe you weren't there, but my adopted father was, he took me in after you threw away, and treated me better than you ever did, so drop it down, mkay?"

I turned away from him, "I don't know if it's clear or not but I am trying to kill a man over here." I sarcastically said as I pointed at Lucas.

"It's not that." He said, "I know, I know why you did it."

My heart skidded, I wanted him to shut the f-ck up, I turned my head to him again and snapped, "Stop talking about it!"

But he continued, "You felt guilty for hurting someone, so you hurt yourself in return as a punishment." He said taking me way off the guard, "That pretty much explain the scars on your arm."

My pulse thundered loud enough that I was scared he may even hear it. I hated him more for the words he said, I hated how he was able to read me even though he doesn't know me.

I blinked to clear the haze that took over my vision, my grip tightened over the gun, maybe I can kill this old fool too. My eyes narrowed, "You think you had me all figured out, ha?" I shook my head, "You can't just come twenty years later and act like a father, I don't want that."

"I just came back to you because I want Nikolas dead, so don't use that as a way for us to bond."

He sighed, "Look I know I wasn't the perfect father you were expecting me to be, but that's how I was raised, that was my life and what was supposed to be yours. That's how my father taught me and that's how I wanted to teach you." His voice hardened, "This is our life Alex, this is how we do it. We steal, we manipulate, we kill, because if we don't we'll get killed, I don't know why it is so hard for you to understand."

He shook his head, "Maybe Nikolas can't kill you, but you need him dead before he destroys every good thing in your life. Don't you see it? What you always refused to do is what you now need. If you listened to me before, we wouldn't be here, you would've ended him the moment he tried to step over you but you are weak Alex and I tried so hard to toughen you up but-"

"I am not weak-" I shook my head, "I just care more than I am supposed to."

"You didn't want to toughen me up father, you just wanted to kill the good in me. But guess what, I'll never let you do that.

Because if I lost the good in me, I'll be like Nikolas or even worse, I will be like you."

I shook my head, "I won't let me becoming a leader change anything." My heart clenched just as tight as my jaw, "I want to stay a good man for the woman I love because she deserves that."

"And I want to be a good father for my children, but that's a thing you won't understand."

He kept silent in return. Of course, he did. What else would he say?

I shook my head with a scoff, "I always wondered why do I care too much, because it is definitely not a thing I took from you nor from my mother."

At the mention of her, something really different hugged his features. His demeanor shifted. A muscle ticked in his jaw before he scoffed, "Your mother."

My gaze drifted away for a mere second as I debated myself whether I should ask it or not. Should I open that page, the one I tried so hard to tear apart.

But the words somehow found their way out of my mouth on their own, "Is she alive?"

His lips curled and he shrugged, "I don't know." Aggression radiated from him sucking all the oxygen from the air as he harshly muttered,"But I hope she is dead, and I hope her death was as painful as she deserves it."

My eyebrows knitted, "Why you hate her that much? From my knowledge, she is the one who is supposed to hate you."

The deepest frown pulled at his brows as he asked, "And what's that supposed to mean?"

I shrugged, "I may know a thing or two." I said confusing him more. Lines etched his forehead as he tried to register my words.

He swallowed hard, and something like fear flashed in his eyes, "What do you know?"

"Remember the woman who was there, the one that -" I raked my fingers through my hair and let out a heavy breath, "Anyway-" I shook my head, "She knew my mother."

He didn't look surprised by that so I continued, "And she told me something, something I couldn't understand back then but now it makes more sense."

He rubbed his throat before he warily asked, "What did she tell you?"

I simply threw the words in his face,"That my mother hated me because I was just the result of rape."

His eyes widened in return, shock slapped him right in the face before he looked away, purposely not meeting my eyes. His gaze dropped down in shame as he scratched his neck. I can't hate him more, can I?

"I never thought I'd ask such a question, but did you?" I couldn't keep silent when it came to this point, the words felt so weird as they left my mouth, "Did you rape my mother?"

"What's with the sudden interest in your mother?"

"Maybe because after all these years, I fucking deserve to know the truth !" A rock of unspent emotions lodged in my throat, "For god's sake I don't even know how she looks like!"

He shook his head, "All you need to know is that she was not such a great person Alex, she is not someone you would've been proud to have as a mother."

He always says that.

"Why?" I asked, "What did she do?"

He didn't answer.

I scoffed, "What? Did she break your heart father?" I titled my head and narrowed my eyes, "Or is she the one who raped you?" I mockingly added.

His jaw tightened, "That woman threw you away, she didn't even tell me that you existed, wha-"

"Do you blame her?" I interrupted him.

"Hiding me from you was the only good thing she's done," I added, meaning it.

"You know nothing Alex."

"Whatever." I said as I looked away, my gaze dropped to the gun in my hand as I said, "Since you hate her that much, why did you keep a gun that once belonged to her?"

"Because I wanted to kill her with her very own gun." He didn't even try to hide how sincere his words sounded. "But then you came, and I wanted to at least give you something that was your mothers."

A low chuckled seeped from me and I lightly shook my head, "Don't I have the best parents ever or what!"

God. I hated him. I hated them. Hated that they both had hurt me in their own way.

My throat burned with the anger that threatened to break free, my inside cracked under the affliction I had carried all those years. I wanted to scream, I wanted to break something or more like someone but instead, a low laugh vibrated from my chest. The war raging in my chest and the chaos filling my head, I simply let it out in a low chuckle as I said, "My mother saw me as a mistake and you saw me as an embarrassment-" Their words ripped through my memory expanding the rock in my throat, squeezing off the air from my lungs, "Wow, what a disappointment of a son I am."

"Alex-"

I shook my head stopping him from playing the caring father role now.

"Didn't you ever wonder what happened to me after I left, weren't you at least curious?" Accusation flared in my tone, "What if William didn't take me in after you threw me away? I was still a kid for god's sake, you never thought of at least checking on me?"

I was just a kid.

A kid who only needed his parents to be there for him. To fight for him, to show him that he is worth the fight.

"Alex i-" He started as he grabbed for my elbow. I tore it away and shook my head, "You never saw me as a son. I was just a way for you to fulfill your dream, you just wanted a heir and when you realized I can't give you that, you simply gave up on me." His gaze dropped down, "I know that because I am a father now and I know how far I am willing to go just for my daughter."

He lifted his head and stared back at me.

Guilt, regret and torment, all visible in his eyes. But what's the point of that now?

It's too late to be sorry.

"You said she is bad, but you know what, you two deserve each other because you are not that good either." I felt the four walls closing up on me, I felt caged, " And I hate you two in the same amount."

I turned away from him and pointed my gun again at Lucas as I blankly said, "I don't care whether she is dead or alive and I don't care whether you'll live or die because for almost my whole life — you two were dead to me."

With that said, I finally was able to pull the goddamned trigger.

One bullet went through Lucas's head, penetrating into his skull, finally ending his pathetic existence.

Its sound vibrated in the darkroom, left an echo behind as it hit the concrete walls. If possible, more darkness rushed in clouding my vision before it sank all the way to the marrow of my bones.

His body jerked backward at the impact so I fired again and another bullet followed the same path.

Just making sure he actually died.

I gave up on the fight warring my head and repressed all the emotions that surfaced moments ago, buried them deep inside and folded that page again.

Not giving my dear father a second glance, I walked out of the room. Outside by the door, was one my men standing. He gave me a slight nod of respect as I took a napkin and tried to wipe the blood from over my palm. I cleared my throat, "Take him back to where you got him from." I said as I threw the napkin in the trash. I turned back to him, a smile came to my lips, "And be creative, you can cut his body in pieces, you can do whatever you please before you send him back."

He nodded his head and was about to go into the room but I stopped him as I said, "And leave a small note with him that says; With love, Alex." My eyebrows pulled together and I shook my head, "No no, let the note say; With love, xoxo Alex. Don't forget the xoxo, it is the important part."

He nodded with a low chuckle before he went into the room to get his job done.

I turned back and climbed up the stairs leaving that place behind me for now. As I made my way up, I met Roman, who was making his way down.

"Oh hey look, did you see Liam, I can't find him anywhere."

My eyebrows knitted, "Liam? You mean Liam Payne? If I saw him, you think I'd be standing here now talking to you." I said the last part with an arched eyebrow. For real though.

He looked back at me confused, "What?"

My eyes widened in shock, "You don't know who Liam Payne is?" He shook his head, still confused. My eyes grew wider, "Dude aren't you British or something?"

He still looked lost.

I shook my head with a sigh, "So what? You mafia guys don't listen to music?"

His frown deepened before he shook his head in confusion, "Dude i am just asking you if you saw Liam, just answer that question."

I chuckled, "Oh, you are not used to this part of me." He just worked with the angry-wanna-kill-Nikolas-Alex. He is not used to me blurting stupid things every now and then.

"Liam is that huge guy, right?" I asked and he nodded in return. I shook my head, "Nop, didn't see him." My lips curled up, "He kind of looks familiar though."

"Yeah, he used to work for your father, you probably saw him when you were young." Roman said as he made his way downstairs, his eyes still roaming around.

It didn't take me long to remember, "Oh yeah! I remember him." I said, "How come you know things about my life more than I do?"

He snickered, "Well, we mafia men don't listen to music but we do know a lot of things."

I rolled my eyes at him, "Whatever, I am leaving." I said as I continued my way up.

"Wait-" He said, I stopped and turned to him, his eyes dropped down to my blood-soaked shirt, "You're not going to change?"

At his words, I smiled and shook my head, "You see, blood freaks everyone, and I have a couple of people back at home that I need to freak out, so they can get the message and leave." I said referring to Ashton and Katherine, the bimbo still didn't leave, and he has to.

"Oh, good luck then," Roman said understanding my words before he walked away and disappeared into one of the rooms.

*******

It was almost midnight when I arrived home. I unlocked the door and stepped inside. Carefully closing it behind me, I made my way to the kitchen. Shrugging off my jacket, I placed it on the chair before I poured myself a drink, a glass full of brandy. I took it in my hand before I sat on the chair and slowly sipped on it.

Staring into the distance, many thoughts flowed into my mind, both good and bad. They got interrupted by the sound of light footsteps nearing me, placing the glass down on the table, I didn't turn around, I knew to whom they belonged, "You still awake." I said as I ran my finger on the glass's edge.

"I couldn't sleep." She said making me turn and look at her.

She gave me a small smile and wrapped her arms around herself, she was about to sit on the chair ahead of me, "How-" She paused as her eyes fell on my shirt, they widened in worry as she stood straight and scurried closer to me, "Oh my god! Are you okay?"

I nodded, "It's not my blood." I blankly said.

Her lips parted but nothing came out, she lightly shook her head, her eyes met mine again and she blinked, "You sure you are okay?" She carefully asked.

I took another sip of my drink, feeling the warmth in my mouth as the liquid slipped down my throat. Without looking at her, I answered, "I am fine Katherine."

"Are you sure?" her words laced with concern, the shakiness almost detectable in her tone.

I grabbed the glass tighter between my fingers, "I said I am fine!", My voice was loud, and my tone was harsh on purpose.

I felt her hand rest on my arm, so I flinched making her pry it away. I turned to her again, she swallowed hard, "I am just-"

"You are what?" I snapped.

She blinked as she softly said, "I am just worried."

My jaw ticked, "Katherine you are always worried, it gets really annoying with time."

Lines etched between her eyebrows as she stared back at me in disbelief, "What's wrong?"

I let out an irritated sigh, "See-" I pointed at her, "This - this is what I am talking about. This is what's wrong."

She scrunched her eyebrows, "You come to the house, after midnight and covered in blood, do you blame me if I am worried?"

My jaw ticked as I angrily stood up, pulling the chair backward with a loud screech, "For god's sake, just stop -- stop acting like my wife, just leave me alone." I was faking the anger, but it sounded so real. I was angry, but not at her, I was angry at everything and I somehow needed to let it out.

I took the glass in my hand and walked to pour myself another pretty much-needed drink.

I heard her footsteps behind me, I stopped and turned around making her steps halt. My eyes bored into her and the look in them snapped something in me. My anger wasn't as pretentious as I was willing it to be, "Stop giving me that fucking look!" I hissed through gritted teeth.

She took one step backward and gulped, her chest heaved as she said, "What look?"

"That you are scared I may hold a knife to my wrist everytime shits get real!" I harshly spat the words out, "Stop treating me like I am a kid and that I need supervision all the time."

She shook her head, her eyes softened, "Alex, no, I don't mean it like that, I just want to help."

Again with that f-cking look.

I don't know why but I felt this sudden urge to break something, and the closest thing to me was the cup in my hand, so I angrily threw it away making it crash into pieces behind her.

Katherine gasped as my hand wrapped around her wrist and pushed her forward making her back collide with the fridge, "Help?" I snickered, "How exactly are you gonna help?"

Fear flashed in her eyes at the uncontrollable rage that radiated from me. She shook her head, with a hard swallow, she said, "This is not you."

My eyebrow raised and I mockingly said, "Oh really!"

She nodded, her voice came so low, "You're hurt. She left again and you're hurt, you're angry, you hurt someone-" Her eyes were on my shirt, "You're in so much pain but you are scared to let it out-" Her eyes glistened with tears and my heart stuttured, "So instead you just allow yourself to feel the anger-" She knows me better than anyone," And that's why now you are hurting me." She pressed her eyes shut and that's when I noticed how tight my grip was on her wrist. I let go of her arm and take one step backward.

I can't say I am sorry and show her that it's okay. She should know it is not okay, it's not okay for them to stay.

I shook my head, "I didn't hurt someone Katherine." I said, "I killed him."

She tried to hide her shock but she failed. Like she can see through me, I can see through her. "And for your info, it's not my first, I did it before, I killed before."

Silence fell between us, amplifying the tension, suffocating the both of us. "So tell me, do you really know the real me?"

She nodded without hesitation, "You killed because you had to, it doesn't matter because I know the real you Alex and you can't convince me otherwise."

Oh f-ck.

I rubbed my jaw trying to not lose my calm.Now I am angry because she is not backing away. I just want them to leave, for their own good. If they went back to LA, they'll be far away from this mess.

I have to do something.

I tightened my jaw, "Katherine leave." I simply said.

She shook her head, "No."

"Yes, you will, because if you don't-" I didn't even know how to complete that sentence, "Because if you don't, you'll get hurt."

She raised a challenging eyebrow, "And who is gonna hurt me?"

"I will." Okay, that sounded ridiculous to my own ears. Goddamit Katherine.

She scoffed, "Oh really!"

She is mocking me. Fuck. Should I prove it?

Oh who I am kidding, I can never hurt her.

But I can do something else.

"If you don't leave, I will tell Ashton about - "I paused and swallowed hard, "You know what."

"About what?" Her voice came as a mere whisper.

"About how you killed his child and you didn't tell him."

Her eyes widened, panic flashed across her face and she shook her head, "You won't do that."

"Yes, I will." I sounded convincing. I am ready to cross that line if I have to.

"Alex you won't, you promised me." Her voice cracked and my heart ached even more but I didn't dare to show that.

"And I am ready to break that promise."

A tear left her eye and trickled down her cheek, she sniffled as she wiped it with the back of her hand, "What do you want then?"

"I want you to leave."

She nodded her head, more tears welled up in her eyes but she didn't let them fall as she blankly said, "Then you'll get what you want."

With that she walked away, her shoulder brushed with mine before she left the room.

I pressed my palm against the fridge ahead of me, I closed my eyes and a tired sigh left my lips as I lowly muttered, "I am sorry, sweetheart."

Feeling a pressure on my chest, I grabbed the bottle of alcohol and headed to my room. No matter how fucked up this is, at least they'll be safe.

I will also let two of my men keep an eye on them there, just in case.

I closed the bedroom door behind me before I placed the bottle on the counter. I was growing sick of the metallic scent of blood, so I unbuttoned my shirt and took it off, I crumbled it before I threw it away. Agitation twitched all the muscles in my body, I was about to head to the bathroom to take a much-needed shower, but the ringing of my phone stopped me.

I pulled it from my pant's pocket to see unsaved number flash through the screen. I immediately recognized it as the number Cara called me from before. Air punched from my lungs as I found myself pressing the answer button faster than I should. Pressing it to my ear, I was suddenly out of words. My tongue felt heavy and I kept silent.

"Hey." She said, her voice alone stole my breath away.

I rubbed at my chest.

God, this girl made me insane.

"Hey." I pulled the word out of my mouth as I sat down on the bed's edge.

"Whatcha you doin?" She asked, and I can hear the smile in her voice. A smile of my own touched my lips and I leaned backward, laying my back on the bed, I placed my other arm under my head as I teasingly said, "Well, I was taking off my clothes so I can take a shower-"

She chuckled lowly and my heart skidded, contentment glided through my veins at the sound of her laugh.

"Are you trying to tempt me?"

"Depends, did it work?" I said playfully.

"Nah." She muttered unfazed.

"Well, it was worth the shot." I said with a shrug, "Your loss."

She laughed, a low soft laugh before she said, "Do you have any idea how much I missed you?"

An unsettled rush of nerves traveled through my body and my smile grew wider, "I miss you too." To the point that it physically hurt.

But her voice alone is capable of taking all that pain away.

"Alex, I have to tell you something." She said, her voice losing the playfulness it held seconds ago, and I didn't like that.

"Okay tell me."

"Uh - I think it is important if you find out who Nikolas's uncle is." She said. At her words, I got off my laying position and sat straight. My eyebrows pulled together, "I know about the uncle thing." I said, "But how do you know about it?"

She didn't answer right away and that confused me more.

"He told me." She muttered lowly.

I drew in a ragged breath, my jaw tightened, "And why did he tell you?"

"He just -- told me." There was hesitation in her voice, something felt off.

"So he simply told you something about him that can help us destroy him." I said. Accusation flared in my tone, "I don't know why, but that doesn't seem so convincing."

"Okay, I kind of stole the words out of his mouth."

"Yeah because he is simply plain stupid!" I said with a scoff.

I forced myself to breathe. The mention of him alone pushes me off the edge of sanity.

"Look, he kind of trust me- okay not trust exactly, he says that he, that he kind of-" She tripped over her words so I said them on her behalf, "That he loves you."

And just like that, the pain and anger were back. Great.

Possessiveness surged and darkened my sight. My blood pounded so hard through my body, "How about we talk later, I don't think I am in the mood to hear about how your husband loves you."

"Alex don't say that!"

"It doesn't matter, I don't believe him anyway and I don't even care whether he loves me or not, that changes nothing, it doesn't matter because I only love you, it's always gonna be you." She said and I believed her, "Don't you trust me?"

For some fucked up reason I do, I trust her more than I trust myself.

"Cara it's just the thought of you there with him in the same fucking house-" I gritted my teeth, "It makes me want to spill blood so bad." His blood of course.

"Just forget about him, I don't want to ruin our conversation by bringing him into it."

"You are right," I said, trying to shake him out of my mind.

She cleared her throat, "Now tell me, tell me, how is Alex junior?"

I couldn't help the laugh that escaped past my lips at her weird question.

"Yeah, that's what I want to hear." She said with a chuckle of her own.

"Well, Alex Jr. is pretty much dead, he didn't get any action for days but now I can feel him waking up."

"Oh my god, you actually answered that question!" I can see her shaking her head at me, "I was just trying to make you smile."

"Well it worked, you gave me a smile and something else." I couldn't shake off the teasing tone my words held.

"Alex !" She warned.

I chuckled, "Okay okay."

My eyes traveled to the nightstand, the clock indicated it was one after midnight, I raked my fingers in my hair, "By the way since it is after midnight, I think I can tell you now -" I smiled, "Happy birthday."

There was a pause from her side before she breathlessly said, "You remembered."

"How can I forget the day my cupcakes was born." I said, "I wish you were here though, I would've given you the best gift ever."

"I am not interested in knowing what it is." She said. She understands me very well.

"What?" I innocently said, "I would've bought you a cupcake."

She chuckled, "And it would've been the best gift ever."

"It sure would." I just couldn't shake the smile from my lips.

When I talk with her, everything feels normal. The anger fades away, the pain no longer is there. I breathe without that ache in my chest and my pulse takes off at a sprint.

The fear of facing tomorrow slipped away and the burden of killing someone fell off my shoulders.

I pressed my elbow against my thigh and placed my forehead against my palm, "Cupcakes-" I whispered, my heart in my throat.

"Yeah." She softly responded.

I closed my eyes, "Don't break my heart again."

You may not see it, maybe she doesn't even see it, but a part of her feels something toward him, a part of her actually loves him. Words rang in my ears, words I decided to not think them through.

She doesn't love him, she can't love him.

Right?

"I won't." Her words held a promise and I clung to it.

But didn't she promise me once that she'll stay, didn't she break that promise?

"I love you, Alex." She whispered, "It's always gonna be you."

I shook those stupid thoughts away, I can't let them mess with my mind. This story will have a happy ending, and no one, not even Nikolas can change that.

My eyes connected with my shirt laying on the ground beside my feet, I took it in my other hand, "Call me whenever you can." I said, my gaze not wavering from all the blood covering it, my fingers tightened around its fabric, "You have no idea how much I need to hear your voice."

"Okay." She said.

"Kiss my little bug for me."

"Okay." She said again.

I smiled, "Stop saying okay."

"Okay." She said. I can hear the smile in her voice.

I shook my head, "Go away now, I need to take a shower."

"I can help if you want." She said teasingly.

I cleared my throat, "Don't do this to me now. Don't torture Alex junior like that."

And now all I can imagine is me and her in the shower. Fuck. As if I needed this in the middle of the night.

She chuckled and I warned her, "You owe me a shower, remember that."

"I definitely won't forget that." She sarcastically said, "Okay go now, I'll talk to you later."

*******

Cara's POV

With the smile not leaving my face, I hung up and placed the phone away. Nikolas didn't even take it away from me, I don't know why, maybe to see who I am gonna talk with, anyway I don't care because at least I can hear Alex's voice every now and then and that's all I want.

I sighed as I got off the bed, I placed my hand to my mouth when a yawn escaped past my lips. I'll just get a cup of water then go to sleep.

I walked out of the room to the kitchen. My steps took a pause as my eyes connected with Nikolas's room, the lights were still on and the door was slightly ajar. Is he still awake?

My curious ass forgot that I am thirsty and all I felt is my legs taking me to his room. I stopped by the door and peeked inside. He was sitting on the bed, his phone to his ear talking to someone.

He was smiling.

"I miss you too." He said over the phone and my eyes widened at the softness his voice held.

Who is he talking to?

A low chuckled vibrated from him before he said, "Yeah I will, I promise." He sounded so genuine. Even when he talks to me, he is not that free as he's now.

He said something else but I couldn't catch it so I leaned even closer, "How about tomorrow ?" I heard him say, "Okay great."

I didn't realize how I was putting all my weight on the door till I felt it opening, its cracking sound made Nikolas's eye snap to my direction. I gulped and my eyes widened, he just caught me red-handed.

Should I just run back to my room?

His smile dropped before he blankly said, "I will talk to you later. Bye."

He hung up after that and gave me a questioning look, his eyebrow raised, "What do you want?"

I took few steps inside the room, my eyes roamed around before they settled back on him, "I just -" I swallowed, "I saw your lights on-" I didn't know how to even finish that sentence.

"And?" He asked.

I tucked my hair behind my ear, "And - I just wanted to see if you're still awake."

He nodded in amusement before he stood up, "Why?" He said as he placed his phone down, He turned back to me, "You want to sleep in my room today?" His tone dripped with sarcasm, there was something off about him.

My eyes widened, "No!" I screeched.

He looked totally unfazed as his hand went to his black shirt and he started unbuttoning it. My eyes widened and I took one step backward, "What the hell are you doing?"

He lifted his eyes and met mine, his eyebrows pulled together, "I am changing so I can sleep." He said, in a matter of a fact tone. His lips curled in annoyance, "I do sleep like humans, I swear."

"And you are just gonna change there?" Why my voice is so pitchy.

He raised a very unsatisfied eyebrow, "Well it's my room, isn't it!"

"Well, I am standing here, aren't I!" The nerves of this bitch.

"Well don't stand then." He snapped back and continued to unbutton his shirt.

I gritted my teeth before I turned around to exit the room while cursing him under my breath. My steps halted when my eyes connected with a painting hanging on the wall. For a moment there, I just stood and stared. It was beautiful, really beautiful and refreshing. With a woman sitting on a sea-cliff, her arms resting on her knees as she stared at the birds flying around her, a blue dress hugged her body and her blonde curls falling over her shoulders.

Something about the different shades of blue used made the scenery so relaxing. I eyed every detail, the waves, the rocks, the birds and the sea. A low sigh escaped my lips as I felt myself sinking further into it. I missed painting, so much.

"You like it?" His words broke my trance but weren't enough to break my gaze.

I nodded as I wrapped my arms around myself, "It's really beautiful."

I saw him from the corner of my eye as he stopped right beside me, "Who drew it?" I couldn't help but ask.

When he kept silent, I turned my head right to see him staring deeply into the painting. He blinked as if to shake himself out of his haze and turned to me, "My mother." He said.

"Wow, she is good," I said. I titled my head eyeing the painting again, "I used to paint too."

"You don't anymore?" I felt his eyes on me.

A tired sigh left my lips as I shook my head, I looked back at him and said, "No."

He rubbed his throat, his chest heaved a breath before he asked, "Why?"

I brought my hand up and looked at it, "Because I can't anymore because when I held the brush between my fingers, they kept shaking and I couldn't-" I swallowed past the lump in my throat when I saw them slightly trembling, "I just couldn't."

I just felt his hand on mine, gently taking it in his before he brought up to his lips and left a feather-like kiss over it. "And I am the one to blame for that, right?"

True, it's his fault, the fear he made me live in wrecked my nerves.

My jaw tightened but I said nothing as I stared back at him. He sighed before he let go of my hand, his eyes went to the painting, "It's the only painting I have but you can have it if you want."

My eyebrows knitted, "You'll just give me a painting your mother drew. Why?"

He smiled, "Because it's your birthday."

Oh great, he knows. Is there a thing he doesn't know?

I shook my head with a sigh, my eyes narrowed at him, "Why do you love me?" It just didn't make sense.

He looked at me as if I grew another head. "I mean, it's true you never treated me well before but I didn't treat you well either, I never showed you any type of affection, I always snapped back at you and took the first chance to hurt you back. How can you love someone who showed you nothing but hate?"

He gave me a light shrug, "I don't know," He said, "It's like I don't need a reason to love you."

"And you are kind of weird." He added and my eyes widened, my mouth opened in shock, "Why thank you!" I said back annoyed.

He chuckled, his eyes roamed my face, his hand tucked the loosened strand of my hair behind my ear, "And not to mention, you are the most beautiful woman I've ever seen."

He is not supposed to be nice like this.

I bit my lower lip as I said the next words, "And I remind you of her."

At that, his smile faded and he dropped his hand from my face, "Who is her?" I asked.

He shook his head, "You don't need to know."

"You told me about your uncle, which means you trust me somehow." I inched closer, I just need this one info, "Why you won't tell me."

He scoffed and looked away, so I placed my hand on his cheek and turned his face to me. I felt the muscle of his jaw tighten underneath my palm as his eyes met mine, "How can you be such a good actor, is beyond me."

My eyes widened at his words and my hand dropped on its own accord. I swallowed hard, "What?"

"Come on." He said, "Don't you think it's enough."

"You think i'll beleive that you give a shit about me." Was that hurt in his voice?

"You knew." I said, "Of course you knew."

He sucked in a breath, "At first you were pretty convincing, but when the investigation started I felt something is off." Goddammit, "And then I heard you talk to your ex-husband, and I figured it all out."

He didn't sound angry though. Weird.

"But you went on with my act." I said, my eyes narrowed, "Or was everything you said a lie?"

He shook his head, "No, everything I told you about was true. Unlike you, I don't have to lie to get what I want." He said, he raked his fingers through his hair, "I went on with it because a part of me wanted to believe that you cared, even if it was just an act, I felt good."

"But you told me about your uncle."

He nodded, "I told you part of the truth, I didn't tell the whole truth though." He was weirdly calm about all this and that scared me, "And I don't know how that will benefit you anyway, and it actually doesn't matter because the truth will come out soon, I've been keeping this to myself for so long, it's about time for everyone to know who is the real villain in this story."

I let out a low breath and looked away from him, he was so relaxed and that infuriated me even more.

"And I meant what I said, I am still ready to leave it all behind for you, just think about it." I didn't know what to say, "And to prove that, tomorrow I will take you somewhere, I will show you a part of my past-" He sounded serious, is he planning something?

"Something no one knows about me." He added.

He backed away, green eyes narrowed at me, "And don't do this again." He said, no excuse me, he ordered, "If you want to know something just ask."

"You may be a good actor, but I am not stupid."

Dammit.

******

Next Morning..

I was feeding Lilly breakfast, helping her eat her cereals when she suddenly pushed my hand away. My eyebrows pulled together as her lips pursed into a pout, she looked sad.

I placed the bowl aside then removed the hair that fell over her face away, "Sweetie what's wrong?" I asked as I cupped her cheek.

She looked at me and the deepest frown crawled between her eyebrows, "Alis." She said.

My heart knocked it up a notch as I asked her, "What about Alex?"

She rubbed her eye with her small fist before she said, "I miss Alis."

My heart melted and I broke into a smile, "Oh come here." I said as I took her into my lap. I hugged her and she laid her head on my chest, I kissed her head, "He misses you too." I said, "You have no idea how much."

I tried to cheer her up after that and I couldn't deny that her words melted my heart. She doesn't know he is her father yet he left his touch on her, he stole her heart with his own charming way, he got it in him.

When we were finished with breakfast, Nikolas did as he said last night and he took me out of the house. He didn't accept Lilly going with us so she stayed at home. He was the one driving this time, no driver or anything and I couldn't help but wonder where is he taking me.

I would sneak a look at him every now and then to see his eyes on the road only. A sigh left his lips before he said, "If I know no better I'd say you are in love with me and can't take your eyes off me." He said not even bothering to look at my direction.

I just rolled my eyes and turned away from him.

A few minutes later, he stopped and parked the car by the side of the road. He went down so I went as well. My eyes roamed around and there was no one to be seen near this place. Long row of trees on each side of the road, their leaves turning brown yellowish indicating the arrival of fall. I can spot few houses far away from here and to my right stood a four-floors white building.

He is gonna kill me, isn't he?

"Calm your wild imagination." I heard mutter before he grabbed my wrist and pulled me along with him.

He went in the direction of the white building. There was security by the metallic gate when they saw Nikolas they nodded their head and pressed a button on the side of the gate making it slide to the left, allowing us to enter.

There was a narrow, kind of long walkway to the main door of the building, on both side, grass wrapped the floor with a couple of trees here and there. As we made our way further toward the door I noticed the many people walking around, some entering, some leaving and others going to the back of the building. There was men, women, both old and young. Some of them wore matching white shirts and pants.

What is this place, is it a hospital?

I was so lost trying to find an answer to my question that I didn't notice how Nikolas dragged me inside the building. When I took a look at its inside, I became more than sure that it's some kind of a hospital.

My gaze went to the receptionist desk then it went to the big poster hanging behind, with big letters it said, "New York's State Asylum."

That alone made me stop dead in my tracks. Nikolas stopped as well and turned to me.

"What the hell is this place?" I asked with wide eyes, "Why did you bring me here?" I was panicking, but do you blame me?!

"How is this a part of your past?"

He looked around him as he said, "I grew up here."

My eyes widened at the answer he just gave me, my lips parted but nothing came out. I blinked to shake the haze that took over my vision, "Woah, I always knew you were crazy, but I never knew that you were -- actually crazy."

His jaw clenched tight, something that resembles hurt flashed in his eyes. I don't know why all of a sudden I wanted to take my words back, "I didn't mean that way-"

"Well when your mother gets raped in front of your eyes, it's not a thing you can get over easily!" He hissed through gritted teeth.

My heart dropped in my stomach as his words registered in my head, "What?" I whispered.

He winced as if he said a thing he should've not said, "Just pretend you didn't hear that."

I was about to say more but he took my hand and dragged me to the receptionist desk. I swallowed my words yet couldn't shake off what he just confessed. Unease twisted through me as I swallowed the lump wedged in my throat.

"Welcome, Mr. Viarchi." The women said with respect, she seemed to know him. She gave me a polite nod before she handed what looked like a card to Nikolas, "Here is your card."

He took it from her and blankly said, "Thank you,"

Not leaving me a chance to say anything, he dragged me again toward the elevator. The people passing us seemed to recognize him, they would give him a smile or a head nod.

I scrunched my eyebrows, "Why everyone seems to know you?"

"Because I own this place now." He said, totally unfazed as he pressed the button on the elevator's side.

Woah. I always knew he is not normal.

I sneaked a look at the card in his hand, there was a number printed over it, it said 47 and there was a third number but his thumb was hovering over it. The elevator's door opened, we both stepped inside and he pressed the button for the fourth floor.

"What's that card she gave you?"

"To open one of the rooms." He answered. He seems to answer every question I ask him.

"What's in the room?"

"You'll see." He blankly answered. I felt him trying his best to not meet my eyes.

"Look, about what I said, I didn't mean that you know-" I started. He turned to me and raised an eyebrow, "Are you actually apologizing?"

"God forbid, no!" I replied with wide eyes, "It's just it's not your fault if you are crazy." I added with a shrug.

He sighed heavily and turned away from me. The ding voice of the elevator was followed by the door opening, Nikolas stepped out and I followed him. The sound of a phone ringing made him stop, so I stopped as well as he pulled it out of his pocket and with an annoyed sigh he answered, "What?"

He gritted his teeth at what the other person said, "You always have a problem!" Nikolas said, sounding impatient.

The person on the other line started talking, I couldn't hear what he said but the sudden change in Nikolas's expression made me gulp. He rubbed his jaw as if trying to stay calm, his jaw tightened more before he snapped, "How the fuck did this happen!" The hardness his words held made me take an involuntary step backward.

"Stop talking !" The monster was slowly waking up, I felt it, "I am on my way and you all won't be so pleased with what I have."

He hung up after that, holding the phone deadly between his fingers, if he pressed a bit harder, I am sure he is going to break it. He took in a ragged breath, a groan vibrated from him as he slammed his fist against the wall right beside him, making the phone's screen crash in his hand.

I closed my eyes and flinched at his sudden action. He looked beyond furious.

I swallowed hard before I warily asked, "What happened?"

His eyes flickered to me, "What happened?" He hissed, "Your dear ex-husband happened."

What?

My eyebrows furrowed in confusion, "Alex?"

"He killed Lucas. He killed him." He snapped through gritted teeth, "The fucker thinks he is so smart, doesn't he?"

I gulped. Alex killed Lucas? How and why? We talked last night, he didn't say anything. What's happening, I don't understand.

"You see, actually it is my fault, I was getting distracted by you and forgot to do my actual job." He said before he walked back to the elevator.

"Wait, aren't we gonna go-" I started.

"No, we are not." He said before he grabbed my elbow and pulled me into the elevator.

He scrubbed his palm over his face as his harsh breath filled the elevator.

I licked my lips before I said, "My answer is no."

He turned to me when I talked, I shook my head, "I won't leave with you, never."

He nodded, "Just answer one question." He said, he titled his head and green eyes narrowed at me, "Why?"

"You know why."

"I wanna hear you say it." I won't deny that the monster in his eyes scared me, "So no can blame me for what I am going to do next."

I didn't understand, and I didn't want to. "Because I don't love you." I admitted, "I can never love you. Whether you changed or not, it doesn't matter, even if you were perfect, even if you were the best man in this world, I can never love you." I felt my inside shaking at how every word fed the monster in his eyes, "Because you came into my life when I was already in love with someone and nothing gonna change that."

He just nodded in return and I only wondered the sick thoughts running through his messed up mind.

"You see I told you what would've happened if you said yes, how I would've left them all alone and forgot everything." He started, "But I didn't tell you what will happen when you say no."

He smiled, the old wicked smile, "If you think you have seen my darkest side love," He took a step forward and I took one backward, his eyes gleamed, "Then you are wrong. You could've saved everyone," He shrugged, "But now all the people that will die, all the lives that are gonna be lost-" He grabbed my chin forcing my head up, his lips curled into a fucked-up smile, "Their blood will be on your hand, remember that."

I wrapped my hand around his wrist and pushed it away from my face as I snapped, "I am not scared of you!"

He chuckled and the elevator's door opened, he turned his head and placed his black shades on, his laugh trembled something within me.

"Oh love, but you better be."

******

Later that day...

Alex's POV

I was sitting with Roman, both of us trying to figure out our next move when the ringing of the bell echoed in the house.

I went and opened the door. When I saw Ashton standing there, my eyes widened, "Didn't you guys leave in the morning?"

He scrunched his eyebrows, "No, we just went to a hotel because something happened between you and Katherine and she's not telling me so I won't kick your ass." He ended his sentence with a very hard glare.

I huffed, "Oh god, what else should I fucking do to get you two to leave here!" I want to hit him so bad.

His eyebrows pulled together, "So I get from you that you didn't see Katherine today?"

I shook my head, "She left in the morning. Why?"

He ran his hand in his hair and sighed, "I don't know, I went to work and when I came back, she and Chase weren't there, she never goes out without telling me, I thought she'd be here."

"Call her, maybe she's at your sister's or something," I said.

His lips curled in annoyance, "As if i didn't think of that." He said with a snark, "I called her but she is not answering."

"What's wrong?" Roman said as he came and stood beside us, his voice came muffled as he chewed on the apple in his hand. I shot him a glare before I turned to Ashton, "Did you-"

My words got interrupted by the sound of my phone ringing, "One second." I said as i pulled it from my pocket. My eyebrows furrowed as an unsaved number flashed through the screen and it wasn't Cara's number.

I pressed the answer button and placed it to my ears, "Hello." I said.

"Alex, Alex, Alex-" My eyes widened at the voice on the other end, "You think killing one my men is such a smart move ha? You think you'll get away with it-" He let out a breath, "You really seem to underestimate me."

"Nikolas." I hissed.

"What?" Roman beside me said with wide eyes while Ashton looked back at me confused.

"I heard your friend and her little boy are missing-" My heart dropped at his words. No, no, this didn't happen, "Well spoiler alert, they're with me!"

"You took two from me, Lucas and Emma, So I took two from you as well.

You killed one, I'll simply kill one.

I only play fair."

My grip tightened over the phone, I gritted my teeth as I hissed, "You son of a bitch."

He chuckled in return, "Oh you got no idea what I have in store for you." He said, I can hear the pleasure in his voice, "You'll regret the moment you were born for trying to cross me."

Rage simmered in my blood, I ground my teeth as I squeezed the phone harder, the other fisting tufts of my hair as I fought with the impulse to throw the phone against the wall.

"You should've at least said goodbye to your friend because too bad, you won't have this chance again." He said and I struggled to stay sane after.

"Ciao." He said before the line went dead.

My hand dropped down, I swallowed hard as I stared at the screen.

My hands trembled.

I lifted my eyes and looked at Ashton. Guilt throbbed deep inside, dread knotted my stomach as I tried to pull the words out of my mouth, "I think I know where she is."

His eyebrows pulled together in confusion. He is going to kill me after I say the next words, I am pretty sure of that.

"Nikolas has them."

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I FINALLY UPDATED OMG XD

BTW YOU BETTER BUCKLE YOUR SEATBELT BECAUSE THINGS ARE GONNA GET MESSY.

The next chapter is the chapter i was waiting to write since i first started this book.

Here is a little teaser: (Alex's POV)

"Kneel." He ordered.

My eyebrow raised, "I beg your pardon!"

His lips curled in annoyance before he motioned to the two men behind me. I groaned as they hit my back hard and pushed me forward making drop on my knees.

He stepped forward, inching closer toward me, his shoes touched my knees before he crouched down in front of me. He grabbed my chin and lifted my head up, "I just want to show you were you belong."

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Ahh gosh, i cant wait to write it.

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