Chapter 41 - Bella
This gif is exactly Nikolas in the last part of the chapter XD
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"She calms his chaos and he fuels her fire,
They are a match made between heaven and hell."
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Nikolas's POV
"What happened?" I asked as I marched into the house, pushing past one of my men, Gregory, as I looked around, trying to understand what kind of big trouble was going on.
The man looked at me, his throat slightly bobbing, and a drop of sweat dripped down the side of his temple, somewhat scared of what my reaction would be next. They must've screwed up big time. Damn it.
"Well, uh," He started to speak, "He was trying to escape, we stopped him, but-"
My jaw ticked and I instantly interrupted his words, "Yeah, a small little kid against all fucking three of you-" I looked to the right at the other two men, my mocking tone pointing out just how silly it sounds out loud.
"Sir, he is no normal kid," The other guy named Mike spoke, stepping closer to us and infuriated by whatever Nathan did, "He knows how to throw a damn tantrum, look around you, he broke everything, god, he is something else-" His frustrated words had my gaze take an all-over around the place, where some chairs were flipped over, the whole furniture was out of place and the shattered glass over the floor was not to be missed.
I rushed a shaking hand over my face, trying my best to keep my calm and not explode in their face and kill them all on the spot. I am too tired to clean the blood off my clothes right now so I am giving them a chance to explain. My jaw ticked, my voice hard as I grated out, "So in short you are saying that three fucking grown men, who were trained in the best institution in the world can not handle a nine-year-old kid!"
Mike's eyebrow raised, his voice raising and trying to match my tone as he spoke further, probably looking for a death wish or something, "Well yeah especially when you ordered us not to hurt him, it's kind of hard to contain him that way!"
I didn't like the meaning behind his words so I took a threatening step forward. Mike noticed my hostility because he involuntarily took one backward, unable to stand his ground now. My eyes narrowed at him, my voice clear as I asked, stressing on each letter, "What did you do?"
He stayed silent at first, his lips pressed into a thin line and he gulped down, his eyes flickering to Gregory and the other, pleading for help but no one is going to save him from my hands now if my theory turns out to be right.
"I said what the fuck did you do?" The rise in my voice and tone had him whip his head back to me, his jaw working and he finally answered, "I was trying to catch him but he...he tripped and fell," His voice shook slightly, his eyes drifting to the other side of the room, indicating where that incident took place, "He hit his head on the table's side and he...he passed out after."
He took notice of the fire that lit up in my eyes, but he couldn't escape anymore. One second only and I was in his face, my fingers curled over his collar and I pushed him backward, harshly slamming him into the wall, "I think I didn't make myself clear before," I grated out, spitting the words in his face, "If I see one little drop of blood leave his body, I will fucking make you bleed a thousand more, you get it now!"
I am sure that Nathan didn't just trip and fall on his own. He wants to play me the fool now but I am sure that he must've been the one to push him down. His body language gave him away the second I stepped into this house.
Mike nodded his head, coming to terms with the fact that he fucked up big time. Our faces so close as I held him up against the wall, my fingers wrapped over his neck, ready to twist and break it over but he chose to speak again, infuriating me more, "He is...he is okay," He mumbled, thinking he can save his ass that way, "We got the doctor to check...on him," He choked the words out, pressing his eyes shut, wincing and groaning loudly when I tightened my grip, ready to crush his pipes.
"He is...okay," His words were breathless, "I swear."
I loosened my grip and he sucked down a deep breath, trying to calm his aching lungs as his hands frantically rubbed at his now-red throat, catching up with the sudden rush of oxygen, "Let's test that, shall we?" I taunted, not giving him a break as my hand wrapped over his arm and dragged him toward the table he spoke of.
Due to my harsh grip and adding to his slightly weakened state, the moment I pushed him, he went stumbling forward, falling into the ground by my feet, "We will reenact the scene and you will tell me if you will be okay or not after this," The corner of my lip pulled up into a smirk as I crouched down across from him, his eyes wide with fear as I added, "You will tell me if it hurts or not, how about that?"
He tried to back away but my hand reached for him and harshly wrapped over his hair, pulling him closer from it and I slammed his head into the table's corner, right where I could see some dried blood from before. The fury at the sight alone had me put all of my force in it and slam him so hard; one time is all it took to knock him down unconscious.
His eyes rolled back and I let go of him, his whole body crashing down into the floor. I got up to my feet, my eyes on the other two, my message loud and clear, "When I say something, don't let me repeat or I won't be responsible for what happens next," They nodded their heads in obedience, not willing to put their lives at risk as well. I wasn't playing games anymore, they better understand that.
I pointed my finger at Mike and the whole messed up place, "Clean all of this up," I ordered and they immediately moved, following the order without questioning, not because they believed in the cause, but just because they were scared. To be honest, I didn't need anyone's respect anymore, all I wanted is their fear. I learned that lesson from my father dearest.
I fixed my shirt and that's when I looked down and noticed the few blood drops that splattered over it. My jaw ticked in annoyance, and I let out a loud sigh; here I thought I wouldn't have to visit the dry cleaner today.
I left them to do their work and headed for the other room, opening the bedroom door and walking inside. Closing it shut behind me, my eyes finally fell on Nathan, sleeping on the bed and unconscious. My jaw ticked at the sight that welcomed me, my eyes focused on the white bandage covering a noticeable portion of his forehead from where that fucker had him fall and hit his head.
I rushed a hand over my face, rubbing at my eyes in frustration and gathering whatever control I had so I won't go out and kill all three of them for failing to do one simple task. I pushed myself forward on heavy footsteps and sat down at the bed's edge, checking him up close and making sure he was actually okay like Mike claimed. I brought my hand up and gently rested it over the top of his head, my fingers lightly caressing his hair and smoothing it away from the bandage.
My action had him stir, his expression twisted slightly, a frown pulled up between his eyebrows but his eyes stayed closed, too exhausted to pry them open. He sensed someone was close and I don't know what dream he was having, or what painkillers drugged his brain but all I felt after was him getting closer to me, so close, his hand reaching and curling over my shirt, "Dad," He whispered so lowly, stressed lines engraved over his forehead as he tried to reach for me.
His mind was playing tricks on him but whatever it is, it worked. His face relaxed down, his expression turning into a peaceful one as he clung so close to me. My jaw worked and I let my eyelids drop down, breathing in and out and trying not to question all of my decisions lately.
Realizing that my closeness made him slightly feel safe; well, it wasn't exactly my presence, but more like the phantom his young brain conjured up. Still, I acted on it and on my instincts, my arm going under his head and pulling him closer to my lap till the side of his cheek pressed against my chest, his body calmly sinking into my embrace. His hand moved and wrapped over my shirt again, holding into me, his eyes resting down, his little brain somewhere between here and unconsciousness.
I lowered my head, closer to his face, "You are okay," I whispered, assuring him, and hoping it will help further calm his agitated state.
A low breath left his mouth, his tensed muscles relaxing further in my embrace but his hand didn't let go of me yet, "Don't leave me," He murmured, slightly opening his eyes but they were so heavy and fell down again, "Or he will hurt me."
Isaac really painted me as the ultimate villain to him. He wasn't entirely wrong, I do have my days but I am not always a villain, at least not to an innocent kid who had no fault for being dragged into this fucked up life of ours.
My lips tilted up into a small smile and I shook my head, "Don't worry, he won't," I whispered back, and he sleepily nodded his head, innocently believing in my words. That is all it took for him to fall deep down into his restful sleep.
I watched him for a long couple of minutes, I brought my other hand up and close to his face, brushing the few hairs on the side away, "You know, Natalie is going to love you so much," I spoke what was on my mind, knowing how she alone would be able to help him move on from Isaac.
"She will give you a much better life than Isaac ever will," I added, "He might be the hero in your story now, Nathan, but-" I shook my head, "But I am sure he is just looking for an heir, for him to shape you into whatever man he wants you to be, because he couldn't do that with either me or Emma," I refuse to believe that Isaac's intentions behind keeping Nathan are anything pure.
The man was rotten down to his core. I'd know. Nothing is ever more important to him than power. He cares about this kid, I am not blind, I can see it. But behind that care, there is more, I can sense it.
There is always more to Isaac than what just meets the eye.
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Roman's POV
I woke up to an empty bed, which was a bit unusual, I was the light sleeper who woke up first and before Emma every morning. I lazily rubbed my eyes before I pulled my phone from over the nightstand to check the time. I squinted at the bright screen, my eyebrows pulled close when I noticed that it was still early seven in the morning.
I pulled my upper body up, leaning forward and checking if lights were coming from the en-suite bathroom. When I found it turned off, my confusion grew more. Where is she? I pulled myself out of the bed, pushed my feet into the slipper, and walked to the bathroom to freshen up. She must've woken up early and is already somewhere in the house, most probably working out or something to loosen up her stressed nerves.
I splashed water into my face, thinking of how all out of sorts she was yesterday, agitated and always zoning out, especially after the whole incident with Laurens and Celine. Something about it triggered memories from her past but she kept silent about it. One thing that will drive me crazy about my wife is that she never shares any of her inner turmoil with me.
I sighed lowly and rushed my hand through my hair, feeling a weird tightness in my chest for some reason. Not wasting more time, I left our bedroom and headed downstairs, checking the usual places she'd be in. I didn't find her in the gym, nor in the underground training rooms, I checked the living room before I went to the kitchen, my mind cooking up crazy ideas, and the tightness over my chest expanded with the second.
I only found the head of the maids, Vivian, in there, preparing something, "Good morning," I said, grabbing her attention to me. She looked up from the bowl in her hands and smiled, "Morning."
I looked around, confused still, "Did you see Emma?"
Lines etched between her eyebrows and she shook her head, "Uh, no," She said.
"How long have you been awake?" I checked and her frown deepened, "Around an hour," She answered and I tried to analyze the situation. She would've at least come across Emma but that means Emma was up and about even before six. Where the hell did she disappear into that early in the morning?
Her phone was still on the nightstand so I ruled out the idea that she would've left the house. She never goes out without her phone. Running out of theories, I headed for the main door, walked out, and asked the security guys, my nerves on high alert, sensing something was out of the ordinary, "Did you see Emma leave the house?"
He nodded his head, doubling my confusion when he added, "She went out for an early jog."
"What time?"
He tried to think it through, "Around four thirty in the morning," He answered.
My jaw worked in utter frustration, the worry washing over my lungs and dropping down like hot lava into my stomach. She can't still be running till now. It's not possible, not with this heavy downpour of rain. I looked ahead of me, my gaze drifting across the mansion and falling to the forest across from us. The cold wind whipped all around, the rain made it hard to see anything. Fuck, I have to go and find her.
I turned around to the two security men, "Go and get another five or six men, I went you all to look all over the place for Emma," I ordered and one of them already sprung ahead, calling for the others and sensing the urgency of the situation. I stepped in and quickly pulled a random jacket from over the coat rack, I wore any shoe I found in sight and went out so fast, "You come with me," I asked one of them and he was already on my side.
I looked at the other, "I want you to look at all the security footage from that time till now, if any car had merely passed by the mansion, I want to know who it was," He nodded his head, already jogging inside the house to extract the footage out.
With Dave on my side, I rushed out of the mansion's boundaries and walked toward the forest, the rest of the men divided themselves into groups and headed in different directions, all of us searching for her. The rain didn't pause, instead, it intensified with the second, the thunder rolling near as I pushed between the trees, looking for her or any proof that she was here, or I don't know...fuck I didn't even know what was I looking for.
The only way I could see this play out is with her hurt. Someone had hurt her, I am sure. It can't be Isaac, he is not even in London, it must be Laurens, it has to be. He didn't accept what we did yesterday and came back for her. We fucked him up so bad last night, so he must've sent someone else after her. Damn it.
Why did you get out and your own Emma? Why?
I was losing my mind with every passing minute, our search felt so aimless when we didn't even know what we were looking for. I paused in my hurried footsteps, my inside a fucking mess, and so was my outside as the rain washed all over us, wetting my hair and clothes. My jaw ticked and I wanted to scream her name out loud, but something black at a distance seemed to catch my attention first.
I pushed past Dave and walked forward, reaching for it. It was a shoe. One pair only. I crouched down and took it into my hand, it was her shoe. My throat burned, my gaze looking all over that space, searching for more proof. I leaned forward, my gaze focused on the tree's wooden trunk, the one shielded away under the big heavy leaves, where no rain had touched yet. I brought my hand to it, wiping at the liquid that covered a small portion on the side.
I retreated my hand back and looked down at my fingers, at the red blood that covered their tips now. Her blood. My wife's blood. I swallowed past the rock lodging my throat, my mind breaking down as it conjured up images of her beaten up, bleeding, and hurt. Emma won't just bleed easily. They can't just hurt her without her pulling one hell of a fucking fight.
I got up to my feet, my bloody fingers shaking with rage as I curled them into the inside of my palm. Dave on my side picked up his phone, comprehending the seriousness of the situation, "You found something from the footage?" He asked the guy on the other side of the line.
I faced him and he nodded his head at whatever they said. He hung up and looked at me, "We need to get back, they found something," was all he said, his tone alone pushing me forward as we rushed back to the mansion.
The second we stepped inside, I headed for the control room, my nerves agitated as I pushed the door open, "What did you find?" I asked, the panic enveloping every alive cell in my being. The man pointed at the screen, "Around forty minutes after Mrs. Virachi had left the mansion, this car was spotted leaving from the back street," He started to explain and I leaned closer, checking the footage alongside him.
He paused the video and zoomed in on the backseat, he pressed some buttons and typed down a few things, clearing the image into a better resolution till I could slightly comprehend who is in there. The image was zoomed in and even though the resolution was slightly bad due to the far distance it was taken from but I knew who that was. The rock in my throat expanded with fury and anxiousness; It was my Emma, bruised and passed out in the backseat.
"I will run the car's plate," He added, already typing things down, "We'll find out who the car belongs to and meanwhile, I will check the nearby traffic cameras, maybe we can figure out where they headed to after," He clarified.
"Zoom in on there," I pointed at the screen, at the man also seated in the backseat, he was so blurry but something about him looked familiar. I had already figured out who it was, but I just needed to be sure before I raise hell on him and his family.
He did as told and tried to clear the zoomed image as much as he can. The sight of the man alone had the rage enveloping me whole. A dangerous rhythm pulsed behind my temple at the thought; It was Laurens's father. I know the man. He was one of my father's allies but looks like I am about to break the cycle when I bury him ten feet underground.
I straightened up my body, my jaw tight as I ordered, "Keep looking and inform me if you find anything." Meanwhile, I will go and find the fucker on my own. I know exactly how to drag him out of his hiding.
I marched out of the room and quickly headed upstairs. My chest burned as I walked into our room and changed my clothes. My mind kept drifting back to her, visualizing her weakened bruised state. Emma was strong, she can take on a hell of a lot, but she was only human.
If she'd let me, I want to shield her far away from all of this, but she won't.
She was raised to take on everything on her own, she was raised to take care of herself and fight anything that could come her way. That strength she holds relieves me sometimes but it doesn't quench the desire to wrap her up and tuck her away. One thing she should engrave in her head though is that I won't let her fight any battle on her own.
I loaded my gun and tucked it in as I walked out of the room. My gaze fell on Celine in the hallway, her little kid tucked to her side and hugging her leg. Her gaze confusingly drifted around before they found me, "Is everything okay?" She asked, noticing the sudden tension enveloping the mansion, how men walked in and out, apparently preparing for a fight.
I walked forward and nodded my head, my gaze flickering down to the kid; too bad I will make him an orphan. My gaze flickered back to her, "It will be okay after I kill your husband once and for all," I grated out, my words low so the kid won't hear. Her eyes widened slightly and she swallowed hard, sensing the seriousness of the situation.
Having no time to explain, I headed downstairs and out of the house. The cars were ready and I divided them into groups, each with a task before I got into mine, three men on my side as I headed for my first stop. Mila, Laurens's sister, and the only thing I had close to a relationship after Emma. She is partially responsible for her father's doing, I'd know, and if she won't cooperate, I will have to overstep my morals and actually hit a girl today.
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Once we reached her place, I went out of the car so fast, a madman on a mission as I banged at her door loudly. It didn't take her long and the door swayed open. Her eyes grew wide when they met mine, "Roman," She said it like I was the last person she expected to see now.
I pushed her further inside, making space so I can enter as well, my gaze flickering to my surrounding, checking if anyone else was there before I faced her, "You either spit the truth out right away or I will have to use other uncivilized methods to get the answers out of you myself," I threatened because I had no fucking time to play around. Every second mattered.
Lines etched between her eyebrows, playing the clueless role, "What are you talking about-"
The rest of her words evaporated into a gasp as I rushed into her face, my hand on her shoulders and pressing her into the wall, giving her no space to escape, "Where is your father, Mila?" I grated out, my voice harshly pushing against the walls, "And where the fuck did he take my wife?"
Her throat bobbed, her eyes growing wide, "He...he didn't tell me," She choked out and I could smell the lies on her.
I let my eyelids glide down, stopping myself from killing her on the spot. My jaw went tight with agitation and I forced myself to breathe. In and out, the air harshly pushed off my chest.
When I pried my eyes open again, I spoke, "My father taught me to never hit a woman, Mila," Venom dripped within my tone, I was this close to losing my mind with the worry consuming every nerve of it, "But I am so fucking ready to change that now, so answer me, where are they?"
My words erased that clueless innocent look from her eyes and her jaw worked with something that resembled anger, "You will hit me?" She questioned, her eyes firing up like mine, "And for who? For Emma? For a bitch like her?"
A loud groan rushed out of my throat and I wasn't thinking straight anymore, my hand moved from her shoulder and wrapped over her neck, harshly pushing her head against the wall, "Will you tell me where they are, or do you want me to kill you right now, Mila?" I asked, "You pick."
Her hands came up, struggling as she tried to pry mine away from her throat, "Ro..man," She choked out, her nails clawing and scratching at my hand, her expression twisting uncomfortably, her face turning red and I really wanted to kill her, so her father would fucking learn to touch what's mine.
I released her and her body stumbled forward, her chest heaving, and her hands fell into her knees, trying to catch her next breath, "What did you decide?" I grated out, my fingers fisting and unfisting at the side, trying to ease my nerves but failing every fucking time.
She looked up at me, tears had welled up in her eyes and scrolled down, and her lower lip quivered slightly, "You weren't like this," She choked out, in betrayal, "She changed you."
I edged forward, "How do you want me to fucking act then, huh, my wife was attacked by I don't know how many men, she was kidnapped from my fucking house, she is hurt and she is alone now," My voice bellowed loudly, unable to grasp the thought, "I am losing my fucking mind over here, Mila, so stop playing around!" My heart rampaged in my chest, a growling beast seething at the thought there was something in the world that would dare hurt her.
I pulled my gun out, "Take your phone out," I ordered, waving my gun at her, "And dial your father," She gulped down as she watched my gun-wielding hand carefully. I clicked the safety off, showing her just how serious I am.
She pulled her phone out, obediently clicking it on her father's name, "Put it on speaker and ask him where he took her," I ordered, pressing the gun's barrel into her temple. She whimpered, closing her eyes shut at the sensation, "And if you say one thing wrong, I will make your brain explode all over this wall, you get that?"
She nodded her head, sniffling as she pried her eyes open and dialed him. She pushed the speaker button, ready for him to pick up. I kept my gun pressed into her head, I was really sure I am going to put a bullet in her if this doesn't go as planned. I didn't know in which logic I was thinking and I didn't fucking care.
"Hey sweetheart," Her father's soft voice came from the other line.
Mila's fearful eyes flickered to me and I nodded my head forward, urging her to speak, "Hey dad," She said, trying to keep her voice tone normal, "Did you do it?" She asked, proving my theory right. She knew what was going to happen.
I pushed the gun further into her skin and she winced. I wanted her dead now, whether she cooperates or not.
"Yes, of course, it was way too easy," He answered, a low chuckle escaped him and my teeth clenched so tight just so I won't open my mouth and put him in his fucking place. Patience Roman, fucking patience.
"Uh, where will you take her?" Mila asked, her eyes on me, assessing my body language.
"What Mila, you wanna have a piece from her too?" He asked, a bit too proud and she answered, "Yes, I sure do," She added, her throat bobbing with every word she spoke because she knew she was infuriating me more.
"I am taking her to the old office at Carnaby street," He informed and I was more than ready to rush out.
"Okay dad, I will see you there then," She said, "Okay sweetie, be careful."
They hung up and I snatched the phone from her, whirling it across the room, it hit the wall and fell down, and the screen shattered into the floor. I pushed the gun back into my belt and grabbed her arm, dragging her along, "Wha...where are you taking me?" She shrieked in fear.
"I need you there," I said, slamming the door to her apartment shut and pulling her with me, "In case your father tries to pull something on me, I can put a bullet in you right in front of him."
She gasped as I pushed her inside the car, not very gently, I might add. I locked her in and jumped into my seat, speeding off into the main road and sending my men to the assigned location. I needed the whole backup as I barge in there unannounced.
I felt Mila's gaze on me as I raced between the cars on the highway, needing to get there as soon as humanly possible. I regarded her with a look and she couldn't keep her mouth shut, "You really love her, don't you," She mumbled and I stayed silent, not willing to indulge her in this conversation.
She averted her gaze away from me and crossed her arms over her chest, "Do you really think she deserves all of this?" She murmured, addressing my willingness to do anything just to save her.
My jaw ticked, "I think you didn't comprehend the seriousness of my threats, Mila," I grated out, "Don't make me hurt you before we get there," I added, my warning wide and clear.
"I am just making an innocent conversation," She mumbled, "You can just give a normal answer but I think you are not willing to face the truth yourself."
My hands tightened over the steering wheel, "You don't know her," I gave her whatever fucked up answer she is looking for, "Emma deserves much more," My beautiful crazy girl, I can't possibly imagine my life without her anymore. She deserves the whole world they stole from her, I wish I can give it all back.
Fuck, I love her enough to burn the world to the ground in her name.
She shook her head, "Does she even love you?" She whispered and I nodded my head, believing in that. She doesn't need to say it out loud for me to see it. I could feel it in her touch, in her kiss, and every time she looks at me, I can clearly see it in her beautiful eyes. Emma is just not good with words, and I don't mind.
"I just hope she doesn't hurt you as she did once before," Mila added, tears rushing back to her eyes as she stared out of the window, still not willing to move on from what we once had. I decided to end our conversation there. I just needed to see my wife, make sure she is okay and take her back home. That's all.
By the time we got there, some of my men had already reached the old office and infiltrated it, making sure it wasn't a trap. I went down from the car, opened Mila's door, and dragged her out with me. She must come in handy in some way as I face her dear father and brother.
Another three men followed alongside me, they fought the security guards by the entrance and knocked them down as we entered the old building, "Where would your father be?" I asked her, my hand involuntarily tightening over her arm as I moved her around as I pleased.
She pointed toward the right, "There are stairs in there," She directed our way, "First floor is where his office is, he's probably be there," she added weakly and I headed in that direction.
When I reached the said office, the door was slightly ajar, reflecting the voice coming from inside, his and Laurens's voice. My jaw tightened and I pulled my gun out, dragging Mila even closer and giving my men a look to be ready for what was to come next.
I barged inside and the second I stepped in, they all got up to their feet in shock, his men pointing their guns forward in defense but they hesitated when they saw my barrel pressed into Mila's head, "Let's start this the civil way," I grated out, my eyes on the old man, who looked ready to come forward and flip my world upside down, "You bring me my wife right this moment, or I will put a bullet in your precious daughter's head."
His bewildered eyes flickered to Mila and I heard her mumble lowly, "I am sorry, dad."
His jaw ticked and his men tried to move forward but I shook my head, my fingers tightening over Mila and my barrel going deeper into her skin. She whimpered in pain at the harshness of my action and her father raised his hand, stopping his men, "Lower your fucking guns," He shot out loudly.
My gaze went to Laurens, taking pleasure in his banged-up state. He regarded me with a hard glare, "You have a nerve asking for that after you took my wife and son from me," He grated out, venomously.
My eyebrow raised at his audacity, "You asshole, your wife willingly ran away from you at the first chance she got," I snickered, facing his father again, "Will you listen to me, or shall I start?" I threatened and he barked an order at one of his men, making the right decision for once.
"This doesn't end here, Roman," His father said, "What would your father think of you if he saw you right now, huh? Protecting them, seriously?" He said the word with utter disgust, "Working with the Italians and fighting and betraying your very own blood," He tsked, "He would be rolling in his grave right now."
He crossed a big line when he brought my father into this. He wanted to trigger me and it worked. I didn't care anymore, I was already out of my mind after one hell of a day. A loud groan rumbled from my chest and I pushed Mila away, the force of my push had her stumble and fall into the ground, her head slamming into the wall and she passed out almost immediately.
He was too busy with what I did, that he didn't notice how I raised my gun and fired. The bullet hit him in the shoulder, pushing him backward and all hell broke loose after. Chaos wrapped us and everyone came in attacking. Laurens, his injured father, and their men against me and my men.
I went for the father first, teaching him a lesson as I slammed my fist into his face, dragging him into the ground, "Don't taint my father's name by bringing it into your dirty mouth," I shot out, my hand slamming again into his face. One of his men attacked me from behind, pulling me away and I focused my energy on him. Fists flew and I dodged most of them as I fought two of them at the same time.
One connected with my stomach and pushed me backward, slamming my body against the wall but I didn't let anything bring me down. I pulled my arm up and fired my gun at one of them, the bullet hitting him right in the chest and pushing him out of my way. The other came attacking too fast and the gun flew out of my grip and into the floor. I didn't need it. I retreated my head backward and slammed it so fucking hard against his head. It had him stumble and I didn't have time to register the blood furiously dripping down my head as I slammed him in the stomach and pushed him into the floor, kicking his sides till he was a gone case.
I pulled my gun and headed again for the father, he was half-conscious and laying on the floor. He looked up at me, blood seeping down his injured arm but that wasn't enough. I pointed my gun at where his heart is, "That's ought to teach you a lesson," I murmured as I fired the bullet, without an ounce of hesitation.
The bullet went out, hitting him right in the heart and at that exact moment, I felt a painful force push me away, a burning sensation clawed a hole in my shoulder. My eyes pressed shut as the pain tingled through my nerves, and a low groan rumbled from my chest, the gun fell from my grip and into the floor, my hand going for the wall to steady myself as I turned my head, searching for the fucker that shot me.
My eyes met Laurens's, the gun tight in his grip as he strode forward, ready to end this here. His eyes went to his knocked-out sister, then drifted to his father's current lifeless body, "You fucking son of a bitch," He snapped out loudly, his eyes red with anger and betrayal, "You think you are the good guy in here, huh?" He snapped, furious, and I wanted to reach for my gun but a few black dots swarmed my vision and threatened my brain to drift off.
I blinked, once, twice, trying to stay steady but whichever vein he hit, it was making me lose blood, so much and so fucking fast.
"You became just like them!" His voice bellowed and reverberated back as an echo, his head tilted to the side, dangerously taunting me, "You think they would ever do the same for you," I pushed him away from me but his attack came faster than I expected, the gun's grip slammed into my head, pushing me back and stripping away my defenses.
I was teetering at the edge of consciousness with the many blows I took to my head. I blinked, trying to keep myself awake, I needed to get Emma out of here. I needed to see my wife. I watched as his finger moved over the trigger, ready to shoot and kill me in seconds. My eyelids dropped down the moment I heard the gunshot get fired. But, I felt nothing.
My eyelids glided open almost immediately, my gaze falling on Laurens, still standing ahead of me, his lips parted and blood spilled forward from his mouth. He tried to reach for the table to balance himself out but he failed, especially when a harsh kick landed on his back, forcefully pushing him to the ground.
"You touch him again and I will burn this whole fucking city to the ground with everyone in it!" Emma seethed, her eyes only on him, her gun pointed at his head and a pitiful look clouded her eyes as she tilted her head, "You have a cute kid actually," A smirk lifted her bruised bloody lips, "Too bad I will make an orphan out of him," The words were followed by the gunshot she fired, the bullet penetrated the middle of his forehead, taking his life away in a mere second.
My eyes widened as they assessed her whole, the sight of her messed-up state had adrenaline rush so fast into my veins, snapping me back up and shaking me the fuck awake. She was panting almost like she had run a marathon. Her face was bruised, and so were her arms. Sweat and dried blood tangled up with her hair and finally, her tired eyes found mine.
I struggled up to my feet so fast, reaching for her, because she looked one second away from passing out. The second my arms clung to her frail body, she came crashing down into my embrace, her chest hoarsely heaving with every breath she took. I pulled her closer to me, her face pressed into my chest and I heard her speak, "You idiot," She murmured lowly, the side of her lip pulling up into a tired lazy smile, "You came for me."
My lips reflected the same pained smile and I nodded my head, my fingers gently brushing the side of her head, scared to touch any bruise or scar and cause her more damage, "Of course I did," I leaned down and pressed my lips over her forehead, sucking into a deep breath into my suffocating lungs, "Let me take you home."
Stressed lines etched her forehead, her gaze on my injured shoulder. Like a little girl, her lips quivered, forming a small pout as her shaky fingers reached for the wound, "He hurt you," She whispered, and her tearful eyes met mine.
I felt no physical pain at the moment, the one pressing against my chest upon seeing her like this was much more intense. I smiled and shook my head, "It's nothing," I said, taking her hand into mine and pressing a kiss into the inside of her fingers.
"I am so sorry, Roman," She mumbled, and a few tears scrolled down her bruised cheek.
I shook my head, "You didn't do anything wrong, baby," I murmured, my eyes drifting to our surroundings, witnessing the destruction we caused in our wake.
You think you are the good guy in here?
Lauren's words echoed in my head again, affirming the truth behind each word. My jaw tightened, we weren't the good guys in this story. I don't think that we ever will be.
Emma clung to me, burying her head into my chest, her eyes tiredly dropping down, unable to take more and for the first time, I heard her lowly murmur in my chest, "I love you."
Her words were so low, and she was already out of it, the pain had drugged her whole but I didn't care. I knew by heart that what we shared was more intense and powerful than anything I'd ever experienced, more consuming than anything she ever felt before.
My jaw tightened and I rested one arm under her back, the other under her knees as I stood up with her in my arms. I paused by the door, watching the bloody mess over the floor and I knew that I was never born to be the good guy.
In order to survive, she and I, needed to be the bad ones.
In order to put this city back in control and dominate it again, we needed to break so many rules.
I lowered my head and left a kiss on Emma's head. Maybe we won this little battle but it sure as hell won't be the last one we fight. Things will keep changing, always. But right now- right now all I cared about was having my wife back into my arms, and the rest can be dealt with later.
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Nikolas's POV
I crossed my arms over my chest and leaned against the kitchen's doorframe, amusingly watching Natalie. My lips tilted up into a small smile as she struggled to reach for something from the upper shelf. She raised her arm up high and tried to jump up, one time after another, but was met with failure yet again.
She groaned loudly after her many failed attempt and frustratingly threw her arms up in the air.
"Ugh, why would he put the teapot so far away," She grumbled to herself, a cute angry look on her face as she glared at the pot sitting up high and away from her reach, "Everything is so damn difficult with this man!"
"Is this what you do when I am not around," I started to say as I walked closer inside. My voice had her whirl around, her eyes slightly growing wide and I added with an arched eyebrow, "Complain about me to yourself," I paused by her side, extending my arm and grabbing the teapot from the upper shelf.
She nervously bit down at her lip as I caught her red-handed and swearing my name behind my back. God knows how many times she does that. I tried to hide my smile but it was difficult when she was around, especially when that cute frown tugged at her face and lips. I handed her the pot and she mumbled a very low thanks as she took it from me.
She placed it over the stove, her eyes flickering back to me and she cleared her throat, "Uh, when did you get back?"
"Just now," I answered, my eyebrow raising at her not-very-welcoming tone, "Do you want me to leave?"
She shook her head, "What, no," She mumbled, "It's your house," She added as she poured water inside the pot, her eyes everywhere but not on me as she moved around, "Just next time you come back, make a sound or something, don't creep the shit out of me like this."
I nodded and leaned my back against the counter, "Sure," I said.
She seemed to be searching for something before her eyes fell behind me. Her throat bobbed slightly and her eyes met mine, she seems to be scared of simply making eye contact with me lately, "I want the tea," She said, pointing her fingers at the container positioned right behind me.
I didn't budge, seeing what she'll do next, "Okay, take it," I simply said. She was probably waiting for me to move out of her way but I wasn't going to give up that fast. I will stay behind it till I figure out why she is acting the way she is and I will, sooner better than later.
Her jaw tightened and she edged forward, coming so close to me, her front pressing into mine as her arm reached for the container behind me. Her closeness pushed that sweet intoxicating scent into my nostrils and maybe it hasn't been that long but fuck it, I really missed the way she tasted and felt wrapped in between my arms.
My hand acted on its own accord, reaching for her lower back, aching for her closeness. Her top was pulled up and my fingers immediately came in contact with her soft delicate skin. But the second I touched her, is the same second she flinched away, maybe surprised, maybe not but her actions were so abrupt and all out of sorts. She gasped lowly as the tea container dropped from her grip and fell down, making a mess over the counter.
My jaw ticked, frustrated by all of this, unable to grasp how someone's attitude can flip this drastically. She flew all the way to London for me, for god's sake, what changed after that?
She tried to busy herself by moving further away from me and trying to clean up the mess she made. I didn't let her escape that easily this time. My fingers reached for her arm and pulled her back to me. Her wide eyes flickered up, taken aback by my action. Her gaze flickered to her arm, where my hand held her, "Let go of my arm," She said, more like ordered, and it felt like she was about to say and threaten me with 'or else'.
I wasn't angry before but now I was. I let go of her arm and shot for my question right away before she escapes again, "Can I know why you keep running away from me?"
My tone showed her that I was serious and needed a fucking answer. Her jaw worked and instead of shying away from it, her eyebrow raised, "You used to run away from me all the time," She gave me a low shrug, "If you tell me your reasons, I will tell you mine," She added, her tone challenging and daring.
When I kept silent, she scoffed, "Figured as much," She mumbled, moving away from me and went back into preparing the fucking tea as if nothing happened. When did she become so damn infuriating?
She triggered in me that same feeling I get right before I want to snap someone's neck. But with her, it was more like a need to slam her into that wall and fuck that attitude out of her. I rubbed a hand over the side of my neck, calming down my tensed nerves and taming the monster in my head who seems to get out of control lately with his thoughts.
My phone buzzed, and I looked down, reading the message before my gaze flickered back to her, casually standing by the stove and waiting for the tea to boil, not once acknowledging my presence. Well, if she wants to play it like this, then so will I.
"Do you want to come with me?" I asked, grabbing her attention back to me.
Her eyebrows pulled closer, "Where are you going?" She asked, confused by my sudden invitation.
I shrugged, "Just work," I said, my eyebrow arching, "You want to hear my reasons, right?" I recalled back her previous words, "So I am giving you a front seat this time to witness it yourself," I added and I could sense her hesitating now.
That had the side of my lips pull up into a smirk, "Or are you scared, Natalie?"
She shot me a hard glare, understanding that I was teasing her back and she shook her head, "Not even a bit," She turned off the stove, determined now, "Let me just grab my jacket," She said, pulling on me the strong undefeated act.
I nodded, "Good, I will be waiting for you right here," I said and her nostrils flared, harshly breathing out before she walked past me, her shoulder brushing my arm harshly, well as harsh as her little self can master. She is so adorable.
My lips twitched as I watched her so annoyed and fuming, fighting with the jacket as she struggled to snatch it off the coat rack, grumbling some curses under her breath. I rubbed my thumb over my lower lip, hiding my smile when her eyes suspiciously looked at me. I just never thought it will be so entertaining to push her buttons like she pushes mine all the damn time.
She kissed the little monster's head before we stepped out of the apartment. She pushed her hands into her jacket's pocket, annoyance vibrating off her in waves as we reached my car. I unlocked it and opened the door for her. She glared at me as she stood there, still not getting in, contemplating if she can run back inside and get rid of me for the night.
The coldness had her nose turn red and I brought my hand up, my fingers lightly pinching the tip of her adorable nose, "Get in," I said, fighting my smile and she pushed her face away from my reach.
"Stop smiling," She shot out, so annoyed by my giddy state.
My eyebrow raised, "I still clearly remember you saying that you love my smile," I said.
She rolled her eyes, "Not anymore."
"Why is that?" I asked, planning to keep pushing her buttons till she breaks and tells me everything.
She huffed out and ended the conversation by getting inside, her hand going to the handle and snatching the door from my grip and slamming it shut. I circled my way around and got in as well, giving her a look as she buckled her seatbelt and crossed her arms over her chest, so damn irritated by everything.
"I remember me being the grumpy one in this relationship," I commented as I roared the engine to life and turned on the heater because she looked like she was freezing when it wasn't actually that cold.
"We don't have a...relationship," She stressed out.
I nodded as I pulled the car out of its parking space, "Oh yeah, what did you call it earlier today?" I pretended that I forgot, "A frien-something, what was it?" My calm reaction toward her anger and annoyance was infuriating her more, I could hear the harsh breaths that pushed in and out of her chest, "Oh yeah, friendship," I pretended to remember as I regarded her with a knowing look.
Her jaw was still set tight, her eyes narrowing at me, "Yeah, we don't even have that anymore."
My eyebrow raised, "Should I pretend to be offended that you don't want me as your friend?" I asked, a bit too sarcastically.
Her eyes widened and she turned her body to me, "Are you drunk or something?" She asked with a gasp, addressing my somewhat playful attitude, "Because if you are, I don't want you driving us off a hill right now."
"Why do you think that?"
"Because you are awfully in a good mood, which is so not like you!"
I nodded, pausing the car by the red traffic lights, and focused my gaze on her, "Yeah, your presence puts me in a good mood, you got a problem with that?"
Her eyes slightly softened at my words and the genuineness behind them, her lips slightly twitched like she wanted to smile but stopped herself last moment and looked away from me, not willing to fall weak to the connection we still share.
"Natalie," I called for her, my tone more serious now, "If you would just tell me what you are battling inside on your own, maybe I can explain and maybe we can figure this thing out," I tried to explain, my hand reaching forward, a bit hesitant as it wrapped over her little one. It was so cold and so small as I engulfed it whole.
I watched as she looked down at my hand, I expected her to pull away but she didn't, a longing look in her eyes as she kept staring at it. The lights turned green and I used one hand to steer the wheel, the other still holding hers, warming it up and drawing lazy patterns with my thumb over the soft skin.
She sucked into a stuttering breath and averted her gaze to the window. I decided to keep silent for now and have her calmly sort through the chaos tumbling in her inside.
I parked the car by the old factory, turning the engine off but Natalie was so lost in her thoughts that she didn't seem to notice how we had arrived. With my hand engulfing hers, I brought it closer, pressing a soft kiss over it and shaking her back to me.
She blinked out of her haze and stared at me, "We're here," I announced and she retreated her hand back, her eyes confusingly drifting around us, "Where is here?"
I went down from the car and so did she, tucking her hands back into her pockets as the cold breeze whipped all around us. I carefully rested my hand over her lower back and led her way forward. She didn't flinch this time, too busy trying to understand where we are.
"Where did you bring me?" She asked, slightly panicked as we entered the abandoned factory. I could already imagine the type of silly thoughts running through her mind.
I pressed the elevator's buttons and when it opened, we walked inside. I lowered my head beside her ear, kicking those stupid thoughts away, "Natalie, if I want to kill you, I can do it anytime, I don't necessarily need to bring you here to do it."
Her wide eyes flickered to me and she lightly punched my shoulder, "Don't be creepy."
I smiled, looking at her face, "Also, you are too pretty to be killed."
She narrowed her eyes at me, "Stop trying to be cute."
"Is it working in winning you over?" I asked.
She scoffed and looked away, faking confidence, "Huh, not even a bit."
My smile was permanent now, I doubt anything would wipe it away. We stepped out of the elevator and Natalie's curious gaze took into all of her surroundings, especially when I typed the code into the security keypad and the door slid open.
"What did you type there?" She asked, curious.
I shook my head and gently pushed her inside, "That you don't need to know."
Her narrowed eyes flickered from me and drifted into the wide space we just entered, her eyes grew wide as she assessed her surrounding, "Woah," Left her as a whisper, "So, this is your lair, huh," She mumbled, a bit amused as her eyes met mine.
I didn't address her comment as we walked further inside. My eyes spotted Ronald at a distance, talking with the other guys. His gaze fell on us and I rolled my eyes, here we go. He jogged forward, raising his arms up in frustration, "What the hell, Nikolas," He said, "Are you trying to kill me?"
I nodded my head, "Actually yeah, I am."
He glared at me before he looked at Natalie, "What is she doing here?"
Natalie looked offended, "Hey, don't speak about me as if I am not standing right here!"
Ronald turned to her, "After seeing your taste in men, I am sure you don't know how to think straight, so shush," He tried to silence her but she took the insult a bit too personally, her eyes widening as she grabbed for the nearest thing, which was a brass knuckle laying on the table.
Without hesitation, she whirled it at him, the metallic equipment hit the side of his head before it fell to the ground. Oh damn, I am sure I will marry this woman one day.
"Ow," He grumbled, rubbing at his forehead, his eyes staring at Natalie in disbelief. She gave him a confident look before she walked forward and past him. I smiled and looked at Ronald, shrugging before I left him there whining to himself.
We passed by the room where a few of my men were training. One of them came closer to my side, filling me up on the latest updates, I listened to him but my eyes were on Natalie as she stepped forward but one of the guys blocked her way, his back to her as he went on his phone, "Excuse me," She mumbled lowly, trying to make her way past him.
He didn't seem to hear her, "Uhm, excu-" I didn't let her repeat her words as I blocked the one talking to me and moved to her side, my hand curling over the guy's hand and forcefully pushing him out of her way, "Move," I grated out, "Don't let her repeat her words again."
His eyes grew slightly wide, not noticing that Natalie was behind him, "Uhm, sorry...ma'am," He mumbled guiltily, nervously smiling as she walked past him, flashing him an appreciative smile.
I shot him a glare and he rubbed a hand over his neck, mumbling another sorry to me.
"Don't kill the guy, he just didn't hear me," Natalie hissed at me, grabbing my attention back to her.
I breathed out loudly as I opened the door of the office, dragging Natalie away from all the testosterone in the room. Jeremy was leaning back in his chair, his legs comfortably laid over the desk and his glasses resting at the top of his hair. When he noticed me, he moved so abruptly, pushing his feet off the desk and stumbling up to his feet. His nervous actions had the glasses fall and tumble to the floor, "Uh, hey," He mumbled, picking them up and placing them on, awkwardly smiling at us.
For god's sake...I am just, I am just not going to comment on anything anymore.
He circled his way from around the desk and paused across from us, "Hey, you must be Natalie," He said, smiling and Natalie seemed confused as she looked between us, "How do you know me?"
His eyes widened and I facepalmed. Good thing Natalie is here, or I would've killed everyone in this place tonight.
"Uh, I didn't," Jeremy hesitated, nervously fixing his glasses, "I just...uh."
For someone who is very smart, he is certainly stupid.
Natalie offered him a small smile, trying to ease his nervousness, and looked around, "God, it's so dark and gloomy in here," She mumbled, looking around dissatisfied. Sure, this was gloomy for someone like her; if she would get the chance to paint rainbows and unicorns on the walls, I am sure she won't miss it.
I looked at my phone before I turned to Natalie, "Would you mind staying here for a couple of minutes, I will be back soon," I asked and she nodded, shrugging off her jacket, "No problem," She said, looking at Jeremy, "Uh, what was your name?"
"Jeremy," He said with a boyish smile.
"Jeremy and I will just hang out till you get back," She said, her eyebrow raising challengingly, indirectly telling me that she will figure out how in god's name did he know who she is. I turned my gaze to Jeremy, giving him a threatening look because he is stupid enough to just spill out how I had him look her and her whole family up when we first met.
Jeremy gave me a reassuring look that he would keep his mouth shut and I walked out of the office, hoping this won't end up in a disaster.
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Minutes turned into an hour without me noticing. Emma had sent me some files yesterday, and the guys and me were going through them that I lost track of time. I walked out and dialed Emma to discuss what we found, but she didn't pick up. I dialed her again but I was sent to voicemail.
Calculating the time difference, I came to the conclusion that she is sleeping now. I texted her a message to call me when she wakes up before I headed back to the training unit, hoping Natalie wasn't bored out of her mind.
I pushed the office door open and froze dead in my spot, my eyes growing wide as they took notice of my surroundings.
"What the-" the words died on my lips and Natalie excitedly threw her arm in the air, "Surprise," She said, a teasing smile on her face as she looked at Jeremy, her eyebrow raising, "See, told you I will render him speechless."
I walked further inside, "What the hell did you do to my office?" I shot out, still in shock.
"I placed my own touch on it," She said, smiling, so happy.
"Jeremy and I went shopping, it's really interesting what you can find at a thrift shop at this time," She said with a dreamy sigh.
Jeremey gave me a look, trying to plead guilty, indirectly telling me that he was forced into this obnoxious horror scene.
"How long was I gone," I grumbled out and moved closer to my desk, where she had placed some lamp with fucking pink flowers on it. Besides the monitor, a few notebooks and planners were set, all colored pink and decorated with flowers and shit. Like I said if she gets the chance, she will paint the whole world with rainbows and fucking unicorns.
My eyes took notice of the big cat-shaped sticker she had plastered on the walls. No, not one, not two, five fucking different stickers. One with a cat wearing sunglasses. Another with one wearing a hat and smoking. Fucking hell, I feel like I entered the rabbit hole and crashed head-first into wonderland.
Natalie followed my gaze and moved toward the huge sticker, fixing it and making sure it will stay printed on the wall forever, "She looks like Massie, doesn't she?" She said, so adoringly. Her smile was so big and so damn evil, the minx was getting back on me for teasing her earlier.
Damn it, I underestimated her.
I looked back at my desk, where different kinds of decorative shits were placed. The fucked up thing, it was all pink. I picked up the brand-new photo frame and checked the picture inside.
"Uh, I didn't have any pictures of you," Natalie explained, "So I placed my picture with Massie," She added, addressing the picture of her tightly hugging that little monster.
I rubbed a hand over my chest, feeling a bit unwell. Is it just me, or can everyone breathe normally now? I am kind of having trouble breathing because...
My gaze drifted to the coffee mug, the one I am sure I didn't own before. I took it into my grip and turned it around, reading what is printed on it; 'Big Boss Mafia' was spelled in big bold letters. Great. Just fucking great.
I looked at Natalie and my horrified expression must be so pleasing to her because her smile reached her ears, her eyes twinkling with pure happiness and giddiness at my current annoyed state.
Those same 'Big Boss Mafia' words were printed on a wooden desk name plate with little guns and bombs engraved next to it.
Fucking hell. I pressed my palm over my forehead, facepalming and feeling myself quickly losing it.
"You know that when you give them more money, they do it so fast," Natalie chirped from beside me, holding the nameplate and the mug, and addressing how she specifically had them personally customized. I should've never left her alone in here.
My gaze went to Jeremy, who knew I was gonna explode in his face later. His eyes widened and he not so discreetly ran out of the office.
Air harshly pushed in and out of my chest as I eyed the fucking plants she placed in each corner of the office. To add to that, another violet plant was placed in a pink vase and on my desk.
Woah, I really think this is how it feels to have a heart attack.
Natalie excitedly went toward the vase, her hands caressing the violet flowers, "Isn't she sho pretty," She said ever so cutely and I was contemplating the extent to which I like this woman.
Probably not enough to let her do this to me. A voice in my head was already asking me to kill her but I was fighting it for now.
"I named her Bella," She added, ever so casually, "You know it doesn't need sunlight to survive," She looked around her and rolled her eyes, "Considering no sun will penetrate here," She huffed out, "Anyway, you just need to water her every day," She smiled as she fixed the vase beside the computer's monitor, "Don't worry, I placed a sticky note here to remind you to water her," She pointed at the bright pink sticky note she plastered over my monitor's edge.
'Don't forget to give Bella water :)' was written on it.
Yeah, I need to get out of here before I really lose my mind.
I heard a knock on my door and I rushed a hand over my face, not ready for any of my men to see this fucking joke of an office.
"Niko-" I heard Ronald's voice before I heard him burst into laughter. I looked at him and glared, "What the hell happened here?" He asked, still laughing as he assessed his surroundings.
"It looks like a unicorn vomited all over the place," He added, trying not to laugh but failing, "Oh god," He added, walking out and calling for the others, "You guys need to see this."
Natalie faced me, she crossed her arms over her chest, a victorious smile on her lips, "Already regretting bringing me here, huh," She asked teasingly, her eyebrow raising, and I couldn't form another reaction at the moment.
She edged forward, shrugging casually, "Don't challenge me again, Nikolas," Oh, one day I will truly fuck that attitude out of her system. The little vixen. I am pretty sure she was sent into this world to only ruin me.
And even at this moment when I was beyond infuriated at her, I knew that she could she anything to me and I would just simply let her. She could physically and emotionally ruin me, and I would still allow her to do more.
At this moment, I realized that I was a gone case when it came to her.
She extended her hand forward toward me, declaring peace, "I might look innocent and cute," She added playfully, joking around and being more like her old self, "But I could easily break you, Nikolas, be aware."
And oh, break me, she will.
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Hey!
I hope you liked the chapter :)
Poor Nikolas xD
alex and nate will make his hair turn grey so soon xD
Usually everyone is suffering but Emma and Roman are happy, but in these two chapters they're silently suffering on their own :(
Also I want to write a halloween special chapter later on, what should we dress Nikolas and the rest of the fam as? XD
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Love ya all :)
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