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A loud thud resounded through the entire apartment, touching even up to the second floor of the apartment where the sleeping figure of the woman now laid comfortably on the bed.
She laid inhumanly still on the bed. Her body was lying as straight as a log of wood with both of her hands placed on each other, resting on her lower abdomen. One would think she was a corpse if it weren't for the regular rise and fall of her chest, an indication that she was still breathing perfectly.
Another thud reechoed, pulling the young woman out of her light slumber as she jolted out of the bed with a gasp.
With her emerald green eyes opened wide, she clutched her chest as she tried to steady her jagged breathing. Beads of cold sweat donned her forehead and atop the bridge of her nose.
She softly ran her hand up and down her chest while counting backwards like her therapist had taught her as a kid. Overt
▬▬▬▬▬●●▬▬▬▬▬“Sir?”“Hmm. . .?”“The marksman who shot you has been captured,” Jordan looked up at Skull, who was reporting the latest news update to his boss.“Where is he?” he asked as he took a swig of his liquor. His left hand held the glass while his injured right arm rested on his desk.“Down in the basement of the warehouse, sir,” Skull's eyes wandered from the neat pile of files on his boss's desk to the scattered sheets of paper which were sprawled out right in front of him. His eyes briefly stopped at the sight of the picture of a seemingly familiar woman.A crease formed between his swarthy forehead, making his dark shades slightly dip down his nose as a frown made its way onto his face when he thought deeply about where he had seen such beauty before.In the flash of a few seconds, his eyebrows suddenly shot up his forehead when he recalled that sh
▬▬▬▬▬●●▬▬▬▬▬“No, no, no, it can't be. He can't be here. He just can't be fucking here! At this fucking place! At this motherfucking time!” Ori shouted.With her heart pounding in her chest, Emerald ran down the stairs in nothing but her towel when she had heard the glass–breaking shrill come from below. Reaching the last staircase, she walked into the hallway leading to the entrance of their house to see her friend, Oriana pacing around the space while gripping tightly at her red mane.Her eyes were wide with terror as she kept pacing back and forth while mumbling incoherent words under her breath. Emerald kept calling her name but she received no reply from her.“Ori? Ori, what's the matter? I heard a scream,” she prodded but her friend still remained unresponsive.Emerald was worried about her friend. She had never seen her look so disoriented. Yeah, Oriana wasn't the most organised person
▬▬▬▬▬●●▬▬▬▬▬Her expression remained the same as her eyes scanned through the answers provided by the search engine to the two alphabets her friend had typed in. Website after website after website and the same words - Dangerous, Ruthless, Inhuman - or words synonymous to them were still being continuously made use of.She swallowed thickly the lump that had taken form in her throat as she read through the articles published on Wikipedia, but for some reason, she still doubted that the man that was currently sitting on their couch, awaiting her presence, was capable of doing any of the things the articles had stated about him.For some reason, she didn't want to believe it yet she couldn't help but feel that she wanted to know. She had the hunch that she might regret not finding out what she could when she still had the chance to, so she exited from Wikipedia and tapped on the Images bar. She needed absolut
▬▬▬▬▬●●▬▬▬▬▬ "What would you be making for dinner tonight?" "I don't know. Maybe, you guys would have to chew on some Cheerios or something and wash it down with some milk, water or juice, whichever you prefer. I'm completely drained from today's sessions," the shrink established as she and her friend walked through the black gates of their house. "Oh, come on, Mera!" the redhead whined with infantile humour as she stomped her feet on the gravel floor behind Emerald, her car keys rattling due to the motion. "I'm famished!" she continued to wail. With her head pounding mercilessly as a result of the hectic day she had had at work coupled with Oriana's puerile tantrums, she couldn't help but wish that her friend's heels would break from the impact of her feet hitting against the rough ground. "If you're so hungry, why not cook for yourself?" chaffed mockery laced her word
▬▬▬▬▬●●▬▬▬▬▬Underneath the mizzle of cold water, Jordan stood with his head hung low as different thoughts ran a marathon endlessly through his mind. Eclectic thoughts they were, yet they all originated from one source — her. His siren of a therapist.He groaned and ran his hand through his hair as he raised his head to collide his face with the drizzle flowing from the shower above his au naturel state. He looked hellishly beautiful as the drops of water raced down his sleek tanned body which was rippled with thick muscles and festooned with the finest of ink.The scene that had played out downstairs crawled its way into his mind again and he could feel his fists clenching tightly, his jaw going tense as the overwhelming urge to rip apart every bone in the arms of the man that had held his gem consumed him. His gem.But as much as he would like to torture him and watch as the life is drained out of his eve
▬▬▬▬▬●●▬▬▬▬▬“Mar, have you had dinner tonight?” her mother, Maggie's silken voice came through the phone as Emerald grabbed the milk carton from the refrigerator.Almost as if the guilt ate into her, she blinked rapidly a couple times before clearing her throat, unsure of whether to tell her mother that she was just about to eat dinner at past 10p.m at night or that she would only be consuming a few of her famous baked goods accompanied by a glass of cold milk.Her mother had a strict rule against eating late at night, eating measly or insubstantial amount of meals and most importantly, not eating anything at all.Emerald knew that this rule was made the utmost prioritized law in her mother's constitution all because of her. She remembered how she had made herself suffer from the bottomless contrition that had devoured her soul at such a young age.She remembered all
▬▬▬▬▬●●▬▬▬▬▬Rummaging through her neatly arranged closet in nothing but a grey coloured bathrobe with her hair wrapped up in a towel around her head, Emerald skimmed through the rows and columns of hung clothes, looking for an outfit to wear to work.Now that she looked at it, she noticed that she had more formal habiliments than casuals. Even down to her footwear; other than her plethora of slipper slides, she had only a cornucopia amount of Converse and sneakers to rely on for both a punctilious and dégagé setting, coupled with a few heels.After a few more minutes of scrutiny, Emerald settled for a white and pink striped blazer and pant suit set before pairing them up with a white long sleeved turtleneck top.On her way out of her closet, she grabbed a pair of white FILA sneakers to go with her outfit before proceeding to get dressed.Few seconds later, sh
▬▬▬▬▬●●▬▬▬▬▬“Thank you.” Emerald thanked the taxi driver as he helped her with her luggage — a mini suitcase and her shoulder bag. She already had some of her things here and she wouldn't be staying for long, so there was no need to pack excessively.The young man gave her a small smile and a nod before getting back into his vehicle and driving off, leaving her to stand alone before the gates of the average sized yet undeniably comfy home.Her mother had never been one to savour extravagant houses or grandiloquent mansions. She was a simple woman whose tastes were modest yet intricately riveting and Emerald had inherited that beautiful trait from her, amongst many others. That was also one of the features that had pulled Luca towards her.A warm smile graced Emerald's lips as she thought of the people living behind the closed entrance doors of the house. This house held so many mem