•Evangeline•╌─═❁═─╌It's been more than one month in this hell hole. I haven't seen sunlight, I haven't breathed in the fresh air. This is the worse kind of isolation I ever had to endure. Every time I feel like I'm finally gonna be free, I end up in a way worse confinement. I heaved a sigh and played around with the scrambled eggs on my plate. We have limited electricity down here, we have an oven, a microwave, and a refrigerator that we can use in the kitchen. In the storage room, the clean drinking water bottles, boxed ready-to-make meals, cereals, beans, and so many more things were available but I didn't feel like eating anything. I'm so sick of everything. I glanced at Leo, who was silently eating his food. Without even looking at me, he said. "Eat, Evie, you need food to survive" I blew out a breath. "What am I even surviving for? More confinement and isolation? Even if the people—who you refuse to name—will be here and take us out of here, what then? It's not I can live fr

•Evangeline•╌─═❁═─╌I trained day and night, I fought with men twice my size and won every single time. Alone, out here, I had the freedom to let myself out. No one to tell me what are my limitations. No one to degrade me. No one to make me doubt myself. I felt free. No diffidence. No restrictions. When I first started I didn't even know what I was doing but I always end up surprising my own self. I didn't even know I was capable of such things. I thought I wasn't like him but funnily enough, I realized I was just as twisted from inside. There was certain darkness inside of me, I don't know if I was born with it or if he put it inside of me. I didn't cower away from the sight of the blood. I have killed men and slept through the night like a goddamn baby. It's like I finally understood what he was. The more everyone pushed me, the more confident and in control, I felt. I was done being pushed around, taking orders, or obeying someone—day by day I got stronger, and day by day I st

•Nikolai•╌═❁═╌I stared at the box placed in front of my door. A plain black box with a pink ribbon tied to it neatly, like a birthday present. I could imagine it was the return gift for the package I sent over the Moretti's territory. Lorenzo raised an eyebrow. "Do you want me to open it?" "It could be a bomb that can detonate the second we'll open it" Scott voiced, lightly kicking the box. "I don't think so," Marco added. "Lorenzo, open it" I ordered. Lorenzo dropped to his haunches and pulled the pink ribbon off the box, he took off the lid and we saw another box inside it. This one was wrapped up quite badly and it was enclosed in plastic wrap. Lorenzo pulled a cutter out of his pocket and stabbed the plastic wrap, cutting it, and making blood spill out of it. Fuck! What was it? An animal? The stench of blood hit my nose, and Lorenzo pulled the plastic off, and a decapitated head dropped out of it. It wasn't any decapitated head, it was the severed head of my informant from

•Evangeline•╌─═❁═─╌I got out of the car and slammed the door shut. I watched my men getting on high alert as they noticed a shift in my behavior. I was pissed off! I could hear Enzo calling me from behind but Marcello pressed a hand to his chest, pushing him back. "What did you do?" he turned to me. "Boss, what did he do?"I glared at Enzo and then shook my head. "It's alright, Marcello, let him go" Marcello stepped out of his way and Enzo followed me into the building. I stepped into a different elevator to get to my floor, I really didn't want to be in such a small space with him right now because I might commit a murder. With a ding, the elevator doors slid open and I walked to my penthouse suite. I swiped the key; entered my apartment and I was about to close the door, Enzo stuck his foot between the door. I glared at his foot and raised an eyebrow. "What?" "I was worried" I pursed my lips as irritation gnawed at my skin. "You were worried because you think I couldn't handl

•Nikolai•╌═❁═╌A sharp pain filled my body and radiated through my arm. She shot me?! I don't know if I was in shock, or incredibly pissed off or I wanted to murder her or fuck her hard till she passes the fuck out. Maybe all the options above together. I pulled my hand away from where she had shot me and saw nothing but blood. I still couldn't believe that Evangeline had shot me. I don't think I have it in me to shoot her in return. I looked at the blood on my hand again and then back at her, sitting on the bed, holding my gun lazily as if it was normal for her to handle guns. She stood up and all I could do was fucking stare at her. She stepped closer and tucked my gun back into the holster. "Here, let me help you before you bleed all over my carpet," she said before moving out of the room and I followed her. "Where the fuck did you go?" I asked. She looked at me from over his shoulder as we entered the kitchen. "Away from you" "Why?!" She pulled out a first aid box from