The monster that has been haunting my dreams all these years pops up on the screen. Alexander Morelli the devil himself. Sitted behind his favorite desk in his office and on his favorite large chair that resembles a throne. Though he's aged with the years, he has still managed to maintain his good looks. A full face of grey hair, and his familiar crooked nose he'd always had. His cold eyes that bore into your soul and haunt you when you close your eyes. With a scar across his left left cheek that I gave him as a parting gift. He gazes into my eyes. The last time we locked eyes like this was when he was laying in a pool of his blood after I shot him five times. I was fourteen. I watch frozen in place at the monster of a father I've come to dread. The man I hate with a burning passion. Resting in between his fingers is his prized Arturo Fuente cigar. Even after all these years those damn cigars still didn't kill him. Then again I thought I killled him too. I thought he was dead and wa

I feel all the oxygen sucked out of me. I fail to utter a reply. There's no way I can choose. I glance back at Roman then to Hunter once again. "I'll help you make a decision. There's a a toxic gas that will be pouring into the room your husband's in and your little friend has a bomb implanted on his back. In eight minutes your husband will be choking on his own blood or you'll blow up together with your friend. Make the choice and I'll stop the clock for either."I look at the monitor displaying Roman. I see a faint green gas pouring into the room. He covers his mouth and bone with his elbow despite his efforts I can see tremors running through his body. My path of vengeance or peace. If I leave Roman to die I can walk away from here with Hunter and go back to living my normal life. I run my fingers through my hair. Did I ever have a normal life? I was always living in fear om the edge. I never lived my life to the fullest. That wasn't living. There was always a dark longing inside

Roman's Pov.Watching Lana in this state is both thrilling and terrifying. The way she effortlessly gains control and instils fear in people with just her presence. I underestimated her, my biggest mistake ever. The prey has become the predator. No one would ever suspect that a doll face like her has nasty claws that could rip your head off. We're in the mayor's office waiting for that slimy bastard to get back from his rally. Hopefully he doesn't have a heart attack as soon as he walks in and sees both of us rummaging through his liquor cabinet. My entire focus is on Lana. I can't help it, my focus always gravitates to her. Despite her wearing the blank mask up. I can see right through her. I see the fatigue in her. The way she keeps rubbing her neck because her back is stiff and sore. The brief moments when her mask slips showing her pain when she thinks I'm not looking. The way she's avoiding looking at her body because she's disgusted by the sight of the blood that stains her clo

Roman's PovI feel his bones crack under my fist. Blood shoots out of his mouth landing a few inches from my shoe. Irritated, I take a step back. My eyes dart to Lana who's standing in the far corner with her hands hugging her body. Her focus is on Dante's puddle of blood. I need to wrap things up quickly. Dante lifts up his head and grins at Lana. This earns him another punch from me. His head jerks back and more blood flies all over the place. Soft footsteps approach me and I don't need to turn to know it's her. Dante and her lock eyes, a shiver runs down her spine. Although she's putting on a brave face I can tell instantly that she's afraid of Dante. My anger starts to ignite once again. I gently place my arms on her shoulder, her body tenses at first then it eventually relaxes. Fuck, what did this asshole do to her that's made her this scared. I don't like that she's here to witness this nasty activity. Her eyes meet mine. "You don't have to be here, you can wait outside. I'll

I don't know how many distractions are coming to keep me from my breakdown but they're running out. As the car engine dies down I feel everything rushing back. The temporal rush I had has vanished into thin air as if it never existed. My chest hurts, it feels as though a dagger has been lodged into it and when I pull out that dagger it'll bleed out. Where did my life all go wrong? Was it even right to begin with? I sigh. Everytime I think I'm stable and at a happy point in my life something drags me back down to that dark pit. Would things have been different if my sister was still alive? If my father was loving ? If my mother wasn't driven to the brink of insanity by my father? My door is yanked open. Roman's standing beside me. "Ouuuu you're even opening doors for me now, are you sure you're not head over heels for me Roman."He looks at me intently. I think I see concern flashing in his eyes. He's not buying the joke. If he keeps looking at me, I'll lose it. I need to hurry and