- KILLIAN -Cool breeze blows through the window and rests on my skin from behind. I sigh, signing and writing some paperwork while hacking into a ton of government databases. I will find her no matter what. The woman who murdered my parents will pay. Hacking into government and international databases was easier than I anticipated. Way too easy. All I'm going across right now are those suspicious ones regarding people. It's easy to delete one's existence but as long as the person was born, educated, trained and has been seen in daylight without a mask or covering, while having DNA samples in so many places, finding that person might take a while. But the person can be found. Unless she's dead. My jaw tightens. That is something I do not want. I want to have the pleasure of annihilating her myself. My fists clench. I want to have that murderer begging for mercy with the last life hanging in her throat while her body is decapitated with crushed bones while I strangle her. My life b

- HAZEL -My hand is hung backwards from the end of my bed and my back rests on the bed while my legs are raised to the ceiling. I'm using my phone. Remember Caroline? I found her Instagram. Don't ask me how, I just did but that was some stalker type shit. She doesn't post much but she has a thousand followers. I pinch my screen and zoom in. My other hand picks a chip and I munch. Can't believe I'm invited to a party with a stranger. I finally have the chance to dress appropriately while in front of her. A ball comes flying my way, hitting the wall my bed leans upon then bounces back. I freeze. What the fuck? The sound caused by that is deafening and imagine if that thing hit me? Hit my legs?! I could be crippled!! Who the fuck is playing recklessly here? Does that person have a death wish?!"I swear to god, if that ball comes flying here a second time, I will puncture it myself!" I yell, annoyed. "Sorry." Jasmine's voice bubbles in my ears. "See? I told you to be careful. Give m

- HAZEL - Making out in his car has become my favourite thing yet. Parked in the indoor car park of a grand boutique, Killian is taking me. Devouring my mouth with his tongue. I moan into his lips. I am no different, I'm on top of him in the driver's seat, my knees situated at both sides of his thighs while my head is locked with his. His hands roams all over my body, slipping into my shirt as he positions my body on his to fit his rhythm. Soaring over me like a starved lion while keeping the hand to body contact. My body moves backwards to rest on the steering, due to his recent movement, when a gasp leaves my lips as he gropes my ass. Pulling my thighs forward. I moan when my clothed clit rubs on the hardness in his pants. It feels so good. I grind my body on his groin, enjoying what it's doing to my body. Killian groans in my mouth. "Fuck." He whispers, trapping my lower lip between both of his teeth. My breath collides with his. I can feel his breath fan my face and

- KILLIAN - Being away from her when she is just in my reach is one of the hardest thing yet. I groan. I can't even speak to her and haven't for hours. The wait is killing me!! I stare at my phone situated between both of my hands which rests on my thighs. I feel like flinging this object. I texted Hazel after every hour yet I've gotten no response. I don't even know how it's going in there and according to Natalie, I can't go in. My face hardens. I dare not go in. Natalie is one scary woman. Although she doesn't look it, she's old enough to birth two of me. She's one of the only ones of my mother's friends that I'm close to. She's like a second mother. When my parents died, she took the role as my foster parent. Not legally by law, but more like a favour. That didn't stop me from being Liam's sole parent and having servants, but Natalie took care of the books and the household catering till I was old enough to assume that role. It's one of the reasons I adore her.

- KILLIAN - The door leading to an enclosed, grand office closes. The lights are off and the curtains are shut close yet it's well ventilated and I can make view of the objects in this room. These walls are also sound proof so I'm sure Natalie wants to talk about something dire. Natalie stops me from walking inside further, leaving me standing at the door despite the comfort cushions in the office. "Она не знает." Those words meet me at the entrance. I see Natalie did exactly what I told her not to. I swallow. [ Translation: She doesn't know. ] "Пока нет, я не хочу показывать ей эту часть себя." I say. [ Translation: Not yet, I don't want to show her this part of me. ] A resounding slap lands across the plains of the side of my face. I feel the sting due to the hi on my face and I'm guessing this might leave a mark. "Ты хочешь сказать мне, что она бездельничает и ничего не знает о том, чем ты занимаешься в подземном мире?!" Natalie sounds furious, her voice r