I frowned, because surely they are kidding me.What makes them believe that I can make Don Petrov lose his guard with me?That I'm that special?Somehow she must have noticed my expression because she chuckled and placed a hand on my shoulder."Trust me Cecilia, you have what it takes." I shook my head, "No I don't think I do. Haven't you met him? Plus he hates my guts.""Does he?" The masked man whispered, sarcasm dripping from his words.His voice sounded vaguely familiar, just a little.Or maybe I'm just imagining things."Yes he does.""Listen Cecilia," she grabbed my hand, shaking it desperately, "Listen to me very attentively. In this country, Mafias are the cruellest men known on earth. Any creature who is bought as a slave by them would rather go through literal hell, because it's a fate worse than hell. Slaves are nothing. They sleep out with the dogs, are used, raped by their owners whenever it pleases the bastards. They don't have a will."My stomach turned violently and I

~~CECILIA~~"Does it have to be that close to the bed?" Alistair whined for the hundredth time in the last five minutes and as always, I ignored her and kept my focus on the crib I was re-arranging.For some reason, Ivan had decided to just change the crib he got earlier. Not that I could complain because this second one was way bigger and more beautiful and I had insisted that I want it attached to my bed.Which Alista objected to but who cares?"I love how excited you are about this baby." She whispered sitting on my bed as I finished attaching the last piece.I stand up and wipe away the beads of sweat on my forehead with my sleeve."I have to be excited. My baby is the only family I have left and I can't wait to have them here."She smiles, "You are going to be a very great mother."I do not know about that. I was never prepared to be a mother but I would definitely try my best to be one."Thank you Al.""I hope you do not mind me asking but....who is the father?"My heart drops a

~~CECILIA~~Luckily, Ivan didn't say a word to me as he ate the pasta I made him. I had to applaud his courage and endurance because I took a bite of the mess, and I had to shove the plate aside because the food was the opposite of bad.I wanted to feel bad for him, as he shoved spoonfuls and spoonfuls into his mouth without even wincing, but I couldn't.I enjoy knowing that I could make him suffer, even though this was unintentional.Once he finished the food, he pushed the plate aside and wordlessly left the room while I stifled a laugh.Yeah, that should serve you right psycho.Although it was sweet, very sweet that he endured the horror I had presented on a plate, just so he wouldn't hurt my feelings and…Sweet???I shook my head with a frown. It's not sweet. There's nothing sweet about the bastard. Nothing at all.I am not dumb and I'm not a child. I know damn well that this overnight softness has an ulterior motive behind it. And I ain't falling for that.I made a toast for myse

~~IVAN~~DECEMBER 25TH, 2013.It was Christmas. The one day that Ivan ever got a little bit of relief in the cell. The only day he didn't have to be cut, so they could take his blood samples, or have needles piercing through his skin every single hour- or forced to do unnatural stuff.Because it was Christmas, and the scientists were all with their families, having a nice holiday together while he was locked in a 'breed proof' cell, under at least a million surveillance cameras with large chains holding his hand and legs.He had learnt to endure it over the years. The first time was torture, having to stand, sprayed out like that with each hand and leg chained to the far away halls. His bones had protested, muscles ached. But now he felt nothing- no pain, no ache. He had learnt to numb out feelings.His eyes were closed and he was trying to drift off to sleep, but that seemed impossible.Then he heard the gates unlocking and almost startled but a quick whiff in the air had him relaxi

~~DARYA~~I was on my way out when I overheard them. First it was Alistair's annoying laugh, then Rossi's hushed voice and two other maids whispering and snickering.What on earth were they doing? I walked to the kitchen and stopped just by the doorway to eavesdrop and overheard Ilana telling Cecilia about Ivan's missing.That doesn't bother me because it is a story that everyone in the hood knows. But what bothered me was Rossi's expression. At first it was sad, then it just turned full on suspicious, like she was drawing a plan in her mind.One reason I'm Ivan's favourite person- enough to be his right hand is how perspective I am. I can easily fucking read a person with their facial expression. It would goddamn take a skilled poker face to throw me off.And Rossi…girl has something up her sleeve and after a few weeks of watching her, I could swear it was nothing good.I leaned against the door frame folding my arm across my chest as she whispered questions which Ilana- big mouth sh