She pulled the trigger, and it exploded on his chest. She thought she could even hear the bullet pushing through bones before coming to a final stop, causing him to stagger back a little.They stood there in silence for seconds, searching each other's eyes, hers filled with uncertainty as reality set in and his with a mixture of amazement and surprise.Before he groaned, staggering back, his hands flying to his chest.Realizing what she had done, her hands went shaky, and the gun fell to the floor; her eyes widened as she stared at his staggering body, reaching for his hand on the knob, but it was too unsteady to do anything for him."You fucking shot me, Maya," he groaned, sinking to the ground. Staring at his fingers and was surprised to see nothing. But still, he grimaced, shutting his eyes.She shuddered, watching him, unable to take her eyes off his writhing frame. "Oh, my God!" She whispered, "What have I done?""You shot me; that's what you did, damnit." He was suddenly onto h
She sat behind him in the car as he drove, popping up in a familiar environment she had frequently visited, most times passing nights so that she wouldn't go home to deal with Anna's tantrums.It was in a neat neighborhood, all thanks to Abby's mother, who had left it for her only child before passing away three years earlier.Maya loved this place; it was because of the memories associated with it since they all involved her favorite person in the whole wide world, Abby.Now she took in the environment as Sir Derinem rode on the tarred road before he took a turn. He began to talk into the earphone, "Yeah, Luca." He waited, "no, about to. But we're almost there anyway. Did you get it? Both of them? Alright,"As promised, he pushed everything aside and began working on getting her out of the manor. Derinem's final decision was to go to the US, to which Luca objected, saying that would be the first place Damon would look for her, especially when he found out it had been with Derinem's h
It was taking a lot of her strength not to shiver before him, her hands still at the sides of her gown, watching his eyes travel down her body and finally up to her face. And to her surprise, a little sick smile tugged at his lips, brightening his tired face.His other hand rose and caressed her hair, a strand trailing down his hands as he returned it to his side. "We are even now," he said lightly, almost happily, making her grow confused.She could feel her rage seeping in, and it was all she could do not to cry it out in front of him. She was disappointed and frustrated. She was this close. How could he do this to her?How could he think they were even because she had shot him? A hundred of his life could not make up for everything he did to her.She opened her mouth when he quickly raised his fingers to his lips. "Hey," he whispered, "not one word; your luck might run out."She looked away from him, defiance on her countenance, her ears itching as she heard him chuckle away. He hel
Derinem wasn't joking when he said he would do something about it; Damon was expecting it in the wrong direction.*****The following morning, Greta was pushed in by a sleepy-eyed Lina. Unlike the smile she usually had on her face when she came visiting, this time, the vexation stuck on her countenance, making her look older."Push this thing faster, Lina." Frustrated, Lina grunted. It was not enough to get woken up at five on the dot to pick up an unexpected visitor from the airport; she also had to take whatever fury the woman had brewing.She had never seen Greta bubbling with anger before, and she wondered what had happened.Lina looked and saw Maya come out of the kitchen with a glass of water in her hand; when she saw Greta, she smiled as she walked toward them.Her hands open in an embrace, she hugged Greta but was quizzical when the woman didn't hug her back warmly like she always did. Maya pulled back, her face growing hot, still smiling nervously."Greta, I never knew you w
They heard her wheels squeaking as Lina pushed her away from them, leaving them in the silence that filled the room, sprayed with guilt and regret.Derinem raked his hand through his sweaty hair, staring at the gun, feeling empty and shaken. He couldn't believe that after everything he and his father did to cover Leona's death, Greta had still found out. That she found out from them made it even more unbelievable.All the rage he felt melted like butter on heat; this wasn't how it was supposed to go! Like, why on Earth did everything have to go wrong?He raised his head to see Damon struggling to stand up on his feet and collapsing back on the floor, fingers caressing his wounded face.Derinem looked down at Damon's wounded chest, which was bleeding so much he was wondering how he was still focused enough."You need medical attention right now," he pointedly told him before he grimaced at the pain."Mind your own damn business, man!" He retorted, "I hate when you do that shite; nobody
Maya's POVI turned my back to the door and my back against freedom to check on the man who had risked everything to help me escape his brother.My instinct wasn't in support of this sudden decision, but as always, I wasn't one to listen to any sense, especially the one that came straight from my head.My blue off-the-shoulder gown clung to my body as it suddenly went damp.What the hell is wrong with you, Maya? I scolded myself. Get a grip, girl; you'll say thank you and leave. It's manners, and Dora raised you with them.Yeah, she did. I agreed with myself. I braced my shoulders at the door before knocking.There was no response at all.Was he in? I wondered and knocked again.His voice never came in. Maybe he wasn't in. I decided. or he wanted to be alone; with all that happened, it was understandable.I turned to go when I heard a crash of glass against something hard. Was he throwing things? That was very unlikely.I swallowed hard and opened the door, ready to apologize for intr
She couldn't sleep that night, her eyes staring up at the ceiling, her dreadful mistake replaying in her head. She had discarded the dress, burning it right in the middle of the kitchen, the taste of his lips still on her tongue, sweat trailing down her face.Sweeping the ashes off, she had walked up to the manor, feeling more like the darkness. What had she done?! What was she thinking? How did she become so horrible?She had sat under the shower, the hot water burning her skin and trailing down her body. She wanted to wash off the memory, but with the way it appeared, making her gasp, it would be hard to do.She had curled up on the bed, tossing and turning, fear and terror tearing at her skin. Her fingers holding her nightdress to herself, Maya thought she could see death staring at her in the face.If maestro ever found out... She gasped. No, he wasn't going to. No one was going to know.And what if you get pregnant, her head chided...She caught her breath and immediately sat on
*TWO MONTHS LATER*Maya heard the door open and immediately ran out of the kitchen to it, happiness at the tip of her fingers as she saw them.She ran and held Lina, hugging her right, hearing Lina laugh in her ears, "Donna, you're acting it out too much."Maya smiled; it was so easy for her to say, especially not knowing how much Maya had missed her. Luca had taken her out of the manor for a two-week vacation.How the two weeks had turned into a couple of months needed to be investigated. Those two weren't to be trusted.She noticed Lina was looking brighter, in a yellow sundress with a large brown hat on her head. Maya looked at her, wondering what the difference was all about.Though she looked great too, especially when her relationship with Damon had significantly improved, much to her shock, Lina's was unexpected.During the couple of months that passed, he'd taken her to places he thought she'd like—horse riding, more operas, night dates under the moonlight—then cracked a few la