"Always a dog, wagging your tail, barking on that bastard’s order. How long till you are nothing but just dust sticking to his shoes, huh?" His hand moves to wipe the blood from his torn lip, a defiant glint in his sharp hazel eyes.Dante meets Silas's gaze with a steely depth, his expression betraying none of the fatigue that weighs heavily on his shoulders. Despite the chaos surrounding them, both of them exuded a sense of power and control.The tension between the two was almost palpable. Dante knew Silas was trying to provoke him. Bottom of FormDante's heart pounded in his chest like a drumbeat of impending doom, gripped by the chaos unfolding around him. The surroundings were tainted by the acrid smell of gunpowder, now resembling a battleground where every step could mean life or death. Not only his, but Silvio’s, Sadie’s. Fuck! This was not easy, the escape would take much more than he originally bargained for.He could smell the gunpowder mixing with the oceanic breeze. One w
The angry tears rushed down her eyes as she glared at the man in front of her. The man who had ruined her life. Destroyed her peace and now was enjoying the shattering of her soul. The sick grin on his face disgusting her to her core, hitting every nerve and cold splash of reality slapped her hard. Deliah didn’t knew what she deserved to be a pawn in this game. Married off for the sake of her family to Antonio Salvatore, and then kidnapped by his rival. Abused, beaten… raped.The cycle which had been repeating for several years now. She couldn’t remember the last time she slept without him touching her, or sleeping without tears. Every day felt like she was dying more and more inside, slowly letting go of the hope that Antonio would find her, take her away from this hell and told her everything would be alright.How wrong she was… Antonio would never come for her. The hope was slowly dying. She didn’t know why it was taking him this long. Almost six years. And still he hadn’t found he
"Are they fighting again?" The innocent voice of the five-year-old pierced through the hall, causing the eleven-year-old to startle. He turned around abruptly, his heart pounding with a mixture of surprise and concern. There, at the end of the dimly lit hallway, stood his younger brother, clutching a big fluffy teddy-bear tightly against his chest. It was the same toy he had cried for incessantly just three days’ prior.The eleven-year-old's gaze softened as he took in the sight of his little brother, a pang of protectiveness welling up within him.Severin wiped his teary cheeks with the back of his trembling hand, the tracks of tears leaving glistening trails on his flushed cheeks. He gathered his composure and took a deep, shuddering breath to steady himself before mustering the strength to approach his little brother.Kneeling beside him, Severin reached out a trembling hand, hesitating for a moment before gently resting it on his brother's shoulder. His touch was light, tentative.
Delilah's eyes fluttered open, her vision blurred and swimming with confusion. A dull ache pulsed through her head as she tried to make sense of her surroundings. She found herself standing in the middle of a hall, the walls adorned with unfamiliar objects and strange markings. Panic began to rise within her chest as she struggled to remember how she got there.She blinked rapidly, trying to clear her vision, but the disorientation persisted. With shaky steps, she stumbled forward, her hands reaching out instinctively to steady herself against the cool surface of the wall. As she moved, a series of beeps echoed around her, their sound sharp and alarming.Her heart pounding in her chest, Delilah turned her head frantically, searching for the source of the noise. And then she saw them—several small objects scattered throughout the walls, each emitting a soft blinking light.Her breath caught in her throat as realization dawned on her. Bombs. The word echoed in her mind, sending shivers
"Calm down, sweetheart, I am no enemy," Nikolaev said, his voice smooth and reassuring, though edged with a hint of amusement. He slowly withdrew his hand from Sadie's face, his fingers trailing lightly against her skin before falling away. Sadie's heart raced with a mix of fear and anticipation as she instinctively tried to put some distance between them, her eyes wide and searching his face for any hint of his intentions.His chuckle was low and knowing, as if he found her reaction both amusing and expected. His eyes held a warmth that contradicted the danger. As she backed away, her breaths coming quick and shallow, Nikolaev remained where he stood, watching her with a steady gaze."I mean you no harm, Sadie," he spoke again, his voice gentle yet firm.His words caught Sadie off guard, momentarily breaking through the haze of fear that clouded her mind. She studied him for a moment, searching for any sign of deceit, but found none. There was something genuine in the way he spoke."
"Stay back!" Sadie's voice echoed through the tense silence, her body rigid with fear as she pointed the gun at Alejandro, her gaze locked onto him with a mixture of defiance and desperation. The weight of the pistol in her hand felt heavy.Her heart hammered against her ribcage as she watched in horror as a group of men dressed in black followed after him, their threatening presence casting a shadow over the rooftop. With each step they took, her breathing quickened, her chest rising and falling in erratic bursts as panic threatened to consume her.The men moved, surrounding the rooftop sending chills down her spine. She felt a knot form in the pit of her stomach as one of them rushed towards the helicopter, the sound of the rotor blades whirring to life adding to the cacophony of chaos that engulfed them.Her mind raced with a flurry of thoughts and fears, memories of Alejandro's bloodied face flashing before her eyes with a gut-wrenching lucidity. Silvio was fighting him, she knew,
"The fuck do you mean this place is going to explode?" Nikolaev grunted, his brow furrowing as he helped Dante to his feet. Dante winced at the pain coursing through his body, sweat beading on his forehead despite the biting cold of the winter air."There are bombs around, we have only twenty minutes," Dante explained, his voice strained with urgency. "Where's Sadie?""Safe for now," Nikolaev muttered tersely, his mind racing as they hurried towards the stairs. "Where's Silvio?""Let's find him first," Dante replied, his jaw clenched.But they were interrupted by the sharp report of a gunshot echoing through the corridors, followed by the distant sound of helicopter blades slicing through the air. Eyes widening in realization, Nikolaev and Dante exchanged a panicked glance as the truth dawned on them."The roof..." Nikolaev muttered, a curse escaping his lips as he pieced together the dire situation. "Fuck!"With perseverance, they sprinted up the stairs, their hearts pounding in thei
“The reservations are made, and the files are encrypted. Do you want to see the mails now?” Dante's voice was tinged with a hint of weariness as he spoke. Despite the exhaustion etched into his features, there was a gritty glint in his eyes.I shifted slightly on the hospital bed, wincing as the movement sent a dull ache radiating through my battered body. The events of the past few days had taken their toll on both of us, leaving behind a trail of physical and emotional scars that would take time to heal.My gaze drifted to the thick bandage wrapped around his head. It was a miracle that he had survived, and I couldn't help but feel a surge of gratitude for his resilience and loyalty.Beside him, the crutches leaned against the chair. Despite the pain and discomfort, he refused to be side-lined.I nodded, a sense of relief flooding through me at the knowledge that our plans had not been derailed by the bedlam and destruction. With Nikolaev's backup in place, we survived. I’d have to