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Chapter Twenty-Two - A Ball
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Nyxen sat across from Declan. Just sitting there. Watching him. In his stupid all black outfit with crisp edges and sharp eyes like knives to match. Knee crossed over the other, hands on his free knee.Declan glared at him from his chair, arms crossed tightly and hunching backwards. He didn't have to say anything. He didn't even have to scratch the burn marks on his skin though he damn well wanted to. But he wouldn't give Nyxen the satisfaction of giving in to the stare-off and moving first. Or speaking.Eventually Nyxen broke the silence. "So, what was it this time?""I don't know," Declan retorted. "Isn't it your job to figure it out?""And do something about it." Nyxen looked at him. "You finding out and recognizing is part of that.""Ew." He scratched at a scab, wincing as it stung. Which entirely wasn't fair. Stupid skin."That's one way to phrase it," Nyxen commented, apparently unphased by whatever Declan did. Always. It was infuriating. The man was infuriating. Declan didn't h
The Dancer and the Mafia's Chef Chapter Twenty-Four - Declan was late.
Amara paced in the room, arms folded around each other. Nyxen had arranged for her and Declan to have some time together, to... talk. The day after talking with Declan. She hadn't been told about what, or even for what, but it didn't matter; she was getting time with Declan. And he'd been having far too much time being tortured by Serenius lately. She didn't hear about everything, but she could guess. There was no way he wasn't occupying his time further harassing Declan. But Lucas had said he'd try to keep things reasonable. Not that she could trust him. Whatever. What mattered was-Declan was late.Why? How? It wasn't exactly like they were allowed to walk around whenever they wanted to."Hello!"Declan waltzed into her room.Relief spread in a smile across her face as she saw him. She quickly went over and hugged him, letting the embrace melt her tension away. He wrapped his arms around her, kissing the top of her head. She smiled and pulled back. "How are you?" she asked. It was a
The Dancer and the Mafia's Chef Chapter Twenty-Five - Oportunities
Declan could smell her, hear her before he saw her. Amara. Amara. Foxy. Not caring about anything, he ran through the shoppers and tourist shoppers until his arms wrapped around her and he was hugging her to him as if no one else existed. Not Serenius, not Lucas, not the crowds. Just her. Just Amara. "I love you," he whispered, and, in French fashion, kissed her on the lips, hands and arms keeping her pressed against his chest.Amara reacted to his kiss, returning it. Her arms partially returned the hug, with a bag or two attached.Until a sharp, higher amped bolt separated them with a jerk. Declan yelped then looked at Serenius, glaring heatedly at him.Serenius was watching Amara, who winced and had her mouth open, twitching slightly, obviously having felt the shock as well. She clenched her teeth and also sent Serenius a glare, one that said she would have gladly swung at him if circumstances were even slightly different.Serenius simply raised his eyebrows to himself and mumbled a
The Dancer and the Mafia's Chef Chapter Twenty-six - Milo
BAM. Declan jolted up from his bed and yelped when the door opened and a body was thrown in, then slammed shut. He stared at the viciously swearing body lying on the ground, arms tied together, feet kicking as hard as he was swearing. Milo. Declan swore softly and lay back down on his bed, trying to remain calm. Needless to say, it wasn't working very well. When had Milo showed up? Did they find him? Because of the shopping? No, Lucas wouldn't go that far, not yet. Milo had probably tried breaking in. How had he even found the place? Ugh. Milo continued struggling and kicking out at the door, finally kicking it hard enough to kick himself away and turn. Suddenly the swearing stopped and it was quiet. Eventually, one more, surprisingly soft yet still vehement swear came out. Serenius. He did something to whatever was around Milo's wrist. Declan sat up and swung his feet over so they touched the carpeted floor, odd; Europeans didn't often have an entire floor carpeted. "Do your bonds s
The Dancer and the Mafia's Chef Chapter Twenty-seven - Back to the cell
Milo hurried through the halls, heedless of anything else, though he did slow uncertainly as they approached doorways. "Left?" he nodded, not stopping. "Five more," he muttered as he passed Milo. No way was he letting another chance slip by. He reached the door, pounded on it. "Amara!"It was quiet on the other side of the door. He kept pounding as Milo nearly collided with him. "Amara!"Finally, he heard her muffled voice on the other side of the door. "Declan?""Amara!" Milo called as well."Milo?" Amara said, a mixture of confusion and shock."Amara which side of th-""Milo!" Amara interrupted, fury in her voice. "What are you doing here?!""Side of the door!" Milo pressed. "Left or right? Which is open?""Milo you- you get out of here right now," she continued, threatening."He tried to rescue you, Sheeds," Declan panted. "The best we can do for him, and ourselves, is to get out. Together." He grinned at her through the wall even if Amara couldn't hear it. She could probably hear it
The Dancer and the Mafia's Chef Chapter Twenty-Eight - We shall see, Msr. Chef
Amara was sitting in the damn chair again. It had been five days since Milo had been captured, sent home. She'd been allowed a brief texted picture to see that he was, during the day she'd spent recovering with Declan. She'd had two sessions, or attempted sessions, with Doctor Nyxen since then. The first she'd cowered, cried, swore, accused, and ended up on the floor under his hands again. The second, she'd been compliant and listened to his words, advice, treatments.She wasn't sure what to do now. She couldn't stand being so… non active, easy to deal with. Especially when nothing she did seemed to make a difference to him anyway. She fought; he subdued her. She cowered; he coerced her. She sat there numbly; he prodded her into some sort of reaction. It was ridiculous. Her legs bobbed madly as she looked down, up, around, everywhere. And since when was he late to a session?Suddenly Nyxen was in the room, by the door; apparently slipped in soundlessly. Amara actually jumped when she
The Dancer and the Mafia's Chef Chapter Twenty-nine - little freedom
Declan paced around his room, heart beating quickly. Nyxen had said that they might be able to go through Declan's cooking method. Which meant shopping. Fresh air. A taste of freedom. Nyxen hadn't come yet. Which worried Declan. If the man took any longer, he'd have less time outside.A knock came at the door.Nyxen. Instantly, Declan opened the door and waited, breath held for the verdict."Can we?"Nyxen smiled at him and gave a small head nod. "Have your list?"Without thinking, Declan hugged Nyxen, tightly, nodding on his shoulder, throat to filled with gratitude to answer verbally.Nyxen tensed, set his hands on Declan's arms, and firmly pulled him off."I am sorry, sir. Very unprofessional. Shall we go?"Declan grinned and skipped. Nyxen walked so quickly, skipping didn't even upset their pace. "How'd you do it?""What?" Nyxen asked flatly."Never mind. I didn't know you hated hugs. Thank you for not murdering me when I gave you one." Declan was walking now; skipping, apparently
The Dancer and the Mafia's Chef Chapter Thirty - It's over
The time for the ball had finally, finally, come. Amara hated the fact that Lucas was willing and able to flaunt his power like this... but it was a chance to see other people. Possibly a chance to escape. Although, she didn't want a repeat of what had happened with Milo... She hoped he was recovering alright.Maybe it would be better to just play along and participate in the stupid flaunting Lucas wanted, and maybe he would be more lenient later. Either way, he hadn't asked her to choreograph another piece; that was one less pressure to worry about. Since Declan would be there, she could focus on him, simply dance in the moment, talk with people... forget that she was trapped for at least a short time.Knocking came at her door. "Amara!" Declan. "Amara Amara Amara Amara! The door's open, just open it! Amara!"She was at the door, but hesitated taking the handle. It was always locked, and sometimes shock-enabled. But Declan's voice spurred her to take it, and miraculously it was safe.
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