A month and two weeks had passed after the incident at the anniversary party. Darian was still trying to find those behind it, but the culprits they caught didn't confess to anything more after that night he met with them. He had ordered that they be released from the dark room, locked up in the part of the family house that was not in use, and properly taken care of; he had the hope they would help him someday, he had to keep them alive and healthy.He was working on some office work in the study when the door pulled open to Lena. A small yawn slipped out of her mouth as she walked toward him. She was wearing the same pair of pyjamas he wore, the slides were the same too. She chuckled when she saw it. She had purposely done that."Hello, I was wondering if you'd come back to the room." She combed her hair with her fingers and packed it into a not-too-tight bun, fastening the tip with the band she wore before. She drew out a chair and dragged it next to him, she perched on it and smi
Lena trudged up and down the casino pit, serving drinks to the men who were there to gamble. She had served four times now. As she went to get the last glass of liqueur, she halted at the bar counter, hand perched on her side. With bloodshot eyes, she glared at the man who poured the drink at the bar and questioned. "Where are the other hostesses?""I should ask you that, I am not one of you." The big man roared, his voice sounding like a sharp machete forcefully cutting irons. "Whatever!" She stretched her neck and jerked a middle finger at the man before walking away with the glass of liqueur. She muttered some cuss words audible only to her hearing as she went on to serve the drink, she dropped the glass in front of the white-beard man that sat at the far edge of the table and faked a smile.Lena was moving away from the old man who was in the process of harassing her. She warned him but the man persisted. He was about to grab her butt when a loud voice stopped him.She heard foot
Thelma banged the door hard as she walked into Darian's office. She steadied herself with every step that she took. She dropped the files in her hands on the desk and crouched down on the armchair before he ordered her to sit."I didn't call for you," Darian's voice was stern."You don't have to call for me before I come into ppyour office, Darian." She chuckled lightly.He arched his brows and shot her a glare. "What's the deal?" He asked, his voice sterner than before."Your wife is so beautiful. Why did you cheat on her with me?" She asked. Folding her arms against her chest, she relieved her back on the armchair and waited for his response."Thelma, I told you, I warned you to discuss only office-related matters with me." He wondered why she was bringing that up again after weeks of seeing Lena with him at the restaurant. She had acted cool around him the next week at the office, she didn't even mention anything about what she saw. Why now? Why was she talking about his wife all
"Am I a threat to you?" Lena posed the question to Darian, applying final touches to the light makeup on her face. She huddled back her makeup kits into the box and heaved an exasperated sigh. She wasn't the type to go out to open places but she couldn't refuse Gaby's request not after bribing her with something she had longed to know of."In what way, Lena?" He passed the earrings she left on the bed to her and sat back, resting his back on the headboard, his eyes glued to the magazine he was reading."Never mind, Darian." Lena smiled. She didn't want to tell Darian about Judson's threats; they didn't get to her. She had pondered on telling him but there was no need for that. "How do I look?" She spun around, wobbling in front of him.Darian didn't look at her, the news about some assassins had gripped his attention, and he didn't realize she was still talking to him."Darian!" She called a little louder, grimacing."What?" He asked in a bored tone."Nothing, never mind." She walked
Lena hated that Darian was spending too much time on the laptop. She made noise with her voice, singing songs that didn't rhyme with each other, just to get his attention, but he was too busy. When her noise became too much, he inserted AirPods in his ears to deter the noise from disturbing him.She prowled the bedroom, looking for nothing in particular. Her main aim was to distract him, but still, she failed. Work must be taking his time, she figured he needed to focus. She stopped pacing the room and plopped on the king-sized bed. Peeking at him as he typed, she wished he would take her in his arms. She rolled on the bed, struggling to sleep. She continued to toss around until she whirled out of bed and landed on the tiled floor."Ouch," she winced in pain, kneading her butt with her hands.Darian immediately put a halt to what he was doing. "Are you fine?" He asked. When she didn't give a response to him, he went over to where she was sprawled out on the floor, he bent over and lo
Lena wriggled the pillboxes in her hands, her eyes glued to Darian as he swallowed the pills, he gulped down some water and smiled at her. "Antidepressants pills?" She asked, her eyes popping out of her head.Darian nodded his head, "Why are you surprised?" He arched his brows, curling an arm around her neck, he steered her to the bedside. "It's nothing serious, but you insisted on knowing what it is. I showed you because we agreed not to keep secrets from each other anymore.""Yeah," she stared at him. "Why?" She inquired of him."Why do I take the pills or why are there so many pills in here?" He took a box from her and lobbed it across the room. "Both," she retorted."Maybe it's an addiction, who knows?" He sniggered at her. She watched as his lips twitched in a smile, a smile that didn't reach his eyes. The type of smile that was gentle yet held so much pain. "I have been on these pills for a very long time, I took them seriously when I stopped therapy a few years ago.""Darian,
"I became addicted to pills, weed, drugs, and everything bad you can think of. I became more like my father, a beast like him. And whenever he tried to hit me, I would stop him because I was under the influence of those pills that almost ruined my life. I lived a crazy life, and did every terrible thing you could ever think of." He shook his head. "The first person I ever shot was my dad."Lena's eyes widened when Darian said that. "You killed him?" She blinked her eyes, hoping he wouldn't say he killed his father."No, I didn't. But I was close to killing him. I confronted him when he tried to hit me, I was mad, so mad I didn't know what I was doing. I shut his legs with his gun.""Oh," she sighed."He healed though, he got better. We told everyone that it was an attack from one of the rival mafia families. I think he changed after that because he didn't hit me ever again and he got more serious with the mafia affairs but he was already far behind. I was out there, living recklessly
"Hello, may I come in?" Lena peeped through the door to Darian's office, she smirked, pulled the door open, and ambled inside. "How are you?" She asked in a singsong voice."Hey, what are you doing here?" Darian smiled, he wasn't expecting her to be in his office at that hour. She was supposed to be at the casino. "I brought you food," she winked at him."Food?" "Yes, you were in a hurry to leave the house this morning. Tina cooked for you, but you didn't even eat. I couldn't go to the casino without bringing your food. Wait, what were you planning to eat if I didn't bring your food?""I drank some coffee, and I was planning to eat lunch later on. You didn't have to worry about me, you know?" He sighed, she was doing too much for him. Since the day he opened up to her about the pills, she'd changed so much."I won't let you do that. Lunch is good but breakfast is compulsory too." She dropped the bag in her hand on the vacant part of the desk and winked again. "I boarded a cab here."