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SEVENTY-THREE.
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I held my breath, doing my best to try to pick up on any unusual sounds coming from the front of the cabin. My eyes dart around the closet in the dark, looking for any signs of shadows beneath the door and in between the double doors.I feel like I’m about to pass out. This is all too much and I just want it to be over with.Standing up, I slowly open the closet doors, being mindful of the slight squeaking sound it makes when it gets halfway. I turn to my side and slowly squeeze myself between the doors, then tiptoe down the hallway.The cabin is still. Not a sound penetrates the air, and I begin to panic even more, wondering if Holden has been shot or taken hostage by our intruder. As I get to the living room, I hesitantly peek my head around the corner and I am met with the front door being left ajar.I descend the three stairs and look around the living room, noticing that there aren’t any bullet holes in the walls or the kitchen. I lower my gaze to the floor in front of the door
Little Bird SEVENTY-FIVE.
“Theodore.” She groans as if she is physically in pain, choking on her words. “I know I said that I wanted him dead, but now that he is, I feel like a large chunk of my soul is missing. He was my twin, and I killed him to save Wicked. What have I done...”A gusty breath filled with relief leaves my body almost instantly, and I close my eyes, needing to take a second for myself as I regain control of my emotions once again. Upon opening my eyes, I sigh as my gaze falls on Ele.She looks so torn up about her actions that I can’t help but feel sorry for her. Yeah, I know she had plans to kill Theodore; to end her bloodline. But I guess she didn’t consider that it would emotionally hurt like a bitch for her too because they share a special connection that only twins have.“I’m so sorry, Ele. I can’t even begin to comprehend what you are going through.” I reply, finding it challenging to find the right words to comfort her without upsetting her further. “If you killed Theo to save Wicked
Little Bird SEVENTY-SIX.
I tilt my head to the side and gaze at my reflection in the full-length mirror, affectionately caressing my belly.Today is a significant day for me as it marks my twenty-first birthday.Coincidentally, it is also the ninetieth day since Ele and I arrived at our second safe house. This safe house became our refuge after Holden failed to return to the cabin. However, we received the relieving news a week later that he was alive and well. The SUV he was driving swerved off the road and crashed into a tree after one of its back tyres popped.He claims that he just missed us and believed it would be safer to observe us from a distance instead. Our new safe house is a penthouse located in the heart of the city, which also happens to be within Ismails' territory.A contract was drafted between him and Ace, stipulating that if either of us needs protection within Ismails' territory, Ismail will receive ownership of Ace's clubs as compensation.We are slowly starting to see some normalcy r
Little Bird SEVENTY-SEVEN.
I slowly stand up from the ground, wiping my hands down the front of my clothes, tucking the loose strands from my top knot behind my ears, and I finish placing the rest of my roses into the crystal vase.Every fibre in my body is screaming at me to ask Wicked where Ace is. But I also don’t want to take this moment away from Ele. She believed for many weeks that Wicked had forgotten about us; about her.She believed that she was an absolute menace, wreaking havoc wherever she went, leaving a trail of destruction in her wake. Lives were ruthlessly snuffed out, sacrificed in the trail of her existence. The toll of her actions was immeasurable, a dark cloud of tragedy hanging heavy over her every step.And now that Wicked is here, clearing the air between them and openly claiming Ele with his mouth, I would rather not ruin the moment for her.Hell… I’d be fucking furious if someone interrupted Ace staking his claim upon me.Ele needs this.She needs him, and I’m happy for her.I look u
Little Bird SEVENTY-EIGHT.
EPILOGUE.(Three years later…)While Kayla plays on the kitchen floor with her favourite doll that Holden had bought her for her third birthday just yesterday, I put the finishing touches on her birthday cake.My parents, Wicked and Ele have driven out here for the weekend with their kids. I’ve been looking forward to this day for months. Though living here in the middle of nowhere is nice, sometimes the silence can be just as deafening and lonely. For our safety, Knox and I rarely make the trip out to the city, and I’ve come to learn that I’m more of an introvert, and I’m fine with that. But the company of my mother and best friend is like nothing else. I suppose you could say that I like to live through them. I look forward to hearing their stories and seeing the kids. I know Kayla enjoys seeing the kids just as much as I do, and I can tell that she will make the perfect older sister when her sibling arrives. That’s right…I found out this morning that Knox and I are expectin
Little Bird ONE.
“Now we have number eight, Ms. Birdene Black.” I freeze, staring at the auctioneer, confused, and then I shift my gaze to the stage with a beam of light shining upon it. The woman with the clipboard in her hand pushes me, and I stumble forward, turning my neck to take one last glance at her. Cheers fill the room, mixed with growls of approval. “Ms. Birdene Black is twenty years old. She likes to read and listen to music. This is her first auction and I do believe she a virgin, which makes her a worthy prize if you win her. Do I hear a hundred thousand?” The auctioneer announces into the microphone as he slowly circles me like a predator getting ready to pounce on its prey. My chest rises and falls with every shallow breath I take. This is insane. I don't know how I ended up here on stage getting auctioned off like a prized possession. Bids start filling the air. Reaching over a million dollars. My jaw drops, stunned that men are willing to throw thousands of dollars away for p
Little Bird TWO.
Someone grabs me by the arm and leads me off the stage. Stunned into silence with my gaze penetrating Ace Ripleys’, I subconsciously allow them. “Birdene, I need you to pay attention.” Fingers snapping in front of my face pull me out of the bubble I created around me. Shaking my head; ridding the fog that clouds my mind. I look at the lady with the clipboard in her hand. “I’m sorry, you were saying?” I ask her after clearing my throat. She sighs with a slight roll of her eyes. I assume she’s the type of woman that doesn’t like to repeat herself. “I said… you are very lucky to have Mr Ripley. He is a generous man, and I believe you are the third girl he has placed a bid on since he joined us back in 2015.” I release a shuddering breath, raise my hand, and wrap my fingers around my throat. “I’m sorry. But there’s been a huge misunderstanding. When I was asked by the doorman if I was here for the auction, I thought he meant-” Her brows pinch together as her phone dings, and she sw
Little Bird THREE.
ACE. I thought my eyes were playing tricks on me as she stumbled onto the stage. Birdene Black. I’d know those brown eyes anywhere. Even ten years later, now that she has grown into a beautiful woman. Her eyes remind me of a woman I fell in love with in college. A woman who happened to choose my best friend over me. Andrea Simpson. Just thinking about her name feels like I’m committing the biggest sin of all. Never in my wildest dreams did I ever consider finding the daughter of the man I hate with a passion, being auctioned off. The murderous emotions that overtook every fibre in my body as other men bid for her drove me wild. Fuck… I was about to put a pretty silver bullet between Lawrences’ eyes if he dared to outbid me for her. She is mine. Even if it is for a month. She is mine, and I will return her to her parents once I’ve had my fill of her. Once I’ve ruined her for other men. After I've tattooed my name on her precious little heart. Ace Ripley. She will sc
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