Meeting him again "So, we have to meet the Russian mafia leader?" She asked softly but still shocked. Her tears are dried totally and her sobs subsided even though she looked like shit.   My lips almost curved up at her. No one saw her like this. She is either scowling and shouting at others and now she looked like a soft teddy bear to me. Sometimes pain makes you close up. And she did the same. I could understand.   "Adrian Russo?" She prodded when I didn't answer. This time I really smiled and it was not one of malice, amused or smirking, it is a genuine smile that came from my heart. Under all those blank expressions, she is a little girl who is lost in the world. Innocent, torn. Destroyed. But she has a future unlike me. And she deserves that. She deserves happiness and a better future. And I know she would get that one day. Just a little bit of more patience is needed.   Our pain may bond us. But we decided

Plans and plansI cried for hours. Or maybe more than that. But mostly I was somewhat comforted because of Iris. I know I was playful, smiling, angry, and laughing at one moment and the next second I was crying like a newborn baby. If anyone was in her place they would have left me or laughed at me. But she was there and she actually comforted me. I am thankful to her. Even if I was in her position I would have panicked. I know her words are playful. Just the impact seems wrong on me. It just brought back my past once again. Though those memories are buried in my brain where I don't want to remember again, they just came up again. Maybe opening up all of those brought me back to it. It was just a reminder of how bad I was. I was bad as a mother, I was bad as a girlfriend. I was bad as a sister and I was bad as a daughter. Maybe that's why everyone seems to leave me. I failed as a lover and I fear to fail as a human too. My emotions went into haywire all o

A video   Adrian Russo POV   "Sir?" A timid knock along with a scared voice brought me out of my thoughts and plans. I just nodded before realizing that the door is locked and he couldn't see me.   "Come in" I ordered him. My face is blank and emotionless as a young boy shakingly opened the door and tumbled in, almost face planting himself on the floor. Before he straightened himself as he finally, very hesitatingly, timidly looked at me before again turning away. And this time I couldn't stop myself from rolling my eyes at him.   "What do you want?" I asked him not to scare him any more than he already was to extract the information I needed. He was pale as the words tumbled out stutteringly that I couldn't even understand one word he was talking about. I once again rolled my eyes at him. "Say clearly," I uttered to him.   He cleared his throat as something akin to a blush raise

Truth"WHAT?" He roared. His eyes narrowed in anger, his face livid. But I know one thing that the anger is not on me. I have so many memories to know how someone who is angry at me looks like or treats me like. So many experiences and this made me certain that he is not angry with me. His eyes showed disbelief like he didn't know it was possible. And he certainly thinks it is. He is in denial. He wants revenge for doing something like that. For one moment I thought he would doubt me. I really thought about that. But one thing is I have proof.  However, seeing him like this anger brought back many memories that I suppressed. Thoughts and memories ran once again in my brain. My mask crumbled giving the first hints of pain, sadness, and fear. But to my luck or unlucky I don't know but he didn't seem to notice that. My oxygen was cut off and I inhaled hurriedly. My chest moving up and down in an erratic way. And I heard a punch to the wall as I moved aw

An injury Third Person POV "We have to do something to get her back! We don't know where she is! We don't fucking know if she was alive or not! We are the ones who fucked up everything. Not even you, I am the one who fucked up everything and I'm really sorry and I should say that to her. We have to find her. I don't know how we managed without her for those many years, but I couldn't stay like that for another minute. I will search every corner of the world to find her. I'm really sorry for fucking it up for every one. I'm sorry." Sebastian muttered, his voice clearly audible in the silent room where the siblings sat trying to think of a place where their sister would be there. Regret and guilt are enough to kill people sometimes and they make you go crazy. "We know that. It doesn't matter any more Sebastian. We already forgave you. Because even if we want to blame someone for this amount of guilt, s