Kian’s grip on my arm was like a vise as he pulled me along the dimly lit hallway, his men flanking us with weapons at the ready. The air crackled with tension, the group moving with a sense of purpose and unspoken dread.“Keep moving and stay close,” Kian rumbled in a low, serious voice. “We’re getting out of this place right now.”I nodded mutely, too frightened to do anything but obey. The narrow corridor felt claustrophobic, the shadows pressing in as we hustled towards our unknown destination. The only sounds were the heavy footfalls of Kian’s men and the faint whir of the security cameras tracking our frantic retreat.Finally, we burst through a heavy metal door and into a cavernous parking garage, its dim lighting casting ominous shadows across the rows of parked vehicles. A pair of nondescript black vans idled near the exit, their engines rumbling impatiently.Marco, one of Kian’s lieutenants, hurried to the side door of the closest van and yanked it open. “Get in here,” he ba
The van rumbled to a stop in front of the remote cabin, and Kian’s men immediately began unloading their weapons and gear. I hesitated, uncertain if I was expected to get out as well. Kian fixed me with a hard, unforgiving glare. “Out,” he ordered gruffly, his tone brooking no argument. “All of you, move.” I swallowed heavily and quickly climbed out, not doubting for a second that Kian would make good on any threat. As intimidating as he usually was, the cold fury simmering in his eyes now told me he was done playing games. His massive hand clamped down on my arm the moment my feet hit the ground, his grip bruising. Kian jerked me forward, forcing me to stumble along behind him towards the rundown cabin. I could feel the tension rolling off him in waves, his entire body coiled like a spring about to snap. The interior wasn’t much better - just a couple of small, sparse rooms furnished with old cots and a rickety table. In one corner, Luca lay unconscious on a stained mattress as t
The tense silence that had filled the cramped bedroom was suffocating, heavy with Kian’s barely restrained fury. He stood there, regarding me with an unreadable expression, and I knew better than to break the silence. Keeping my gaze firmly fixed on the floor, I waited with bated breath, every muscle coiled tight. After what felt like an eternity, Kian finally moved, stalking over to a dilapidated armchair in the corner. He sank down into it, the ancient springs creaking in protest, his intense stare never leaving me. “Look at me,” he commanded, his deep voice low and flat. Swallowing hard, I slowly raised my eyes to meet his, steeling myself against the raw, primal anger I knew I would find there. The sheer intensity of his gaze sent a shiver down my spine. “Do you have any idea,” he began, each word clipped and deliberate, “the absolute clusterfuck you’ve dragged us into?” I flinched at his harsh tone, but remained silent, knowing any attempt at an explanation or apology would
The drive through the winding country roads seemed to stretch on endlessly, the oppressive silence inside the van only broken by the occasional creak of the old springs. My heart pounded in my ears, nerves frayed as I waited with bated breath for our destination. Beside me, the nameless driver kept his gaze fixed ahead, his expression carved from stone. I couldn’t help but glance nervously towards the back, where I knew Kian sat, his intense stare burning into the back of my head. The tension was suffocating, the air thick with unspoken threats and the looming uncertainty of what awaited us. I had to resist the urge to squirm under the weight of Kian’s scrutiny, knowing any sign of weakness would only further embolden him. Finally, after what felt like an eternity, the van rumbled to a stop in front of a sprawling, nondescript safehouse. Kian’s men sprang into action, efficiently unloading Luca’s unconscious form and hustling him inside. I hesitated, unsure if I was supposed to fo
The hushed silence that had settled over the study was deafening, the air thick with unspoken tension. Kian leaned back in his chair, his piercing gaze fixed on me with an intensity that made my heart race.“Well, principessa?” His deep voice was deceptively soft, a subtle warning lacing each word. “Don’t you have something you’d like to say to me?”I swallowed hard, my mouth suddenly dry. Kian’s blatant challenge hung heavy in the air, and I found myself drawn to the raw power in his every movement. The memory of his earlier threats still weighed on my mind, but the thrilling pull of his unwavering attention was becoming increasingly hard to ignore.Steeling my nerves, I met his gaze steadily. “Why…?” My voice wavered slightly, and I paused to clear my throat. “Why did you bring me here, if you knew I would be so much trouble?”Kian’s expression remained un
As Kian continued detailing his plan, I found my focus wavering, my mind returning again and again to the intensity of his earlier confession. The raw, uncompromising possession in his voice had awakened something deep within me - a desperate yearning to be the sole object of his twisted obsession.I watched him intently, cataloguing every subtle shift in his expression, the way his brow furrowed when he grew frustrated, the way his jaw tightened when he brooked no argument. It was as if I couldn’t get enough of him, this dangerous, captivating man who had so completely ensnared me.Kian paused, pinning me with a piercing stare. “Isadora, are you even listening?” he demanded, a hint of annoyance in his tone.I blinked, realizing I had once again become lost in my own thoughts. “I’m sorry,” I murmured, forcing myself to focus on his words. “Please, continue.”He studied me for a long moment, his gaze searching. “If you can’t take this seriously, perhaps it would be better if you weren’
Later that evening, after Kian had finished explaining his plan, we returned to the home in relative silence. The air between us was thick with unspoken tension, the weight of his earlier possessiveness still lingering.As we stepped through the ornate double doors, I couldn’t help but look around, searching for any sign of the others. “Where’s Luca?” I asked, unable to keep the curiosity out of my voice.Kian’s lips curved into a small smile. “Resting, with Sabine.” He paused, his gaze burning into me. “I thought it best to leave them alone for now.”I swallowed hard, the mention of Sabine’s name stirring an unexpected feeling of… something within me. Jealousy, perhaps? I pushed the feeling aside, unwilling to think about it.“I see,” I murmured, my gaze drifting to the staircase that led up to the private rooms. “And what about us?”Kian’s eyes narrowed, a slight tilt of his head showing his curiosity. “What do you mean, principessa?”I felt a flush creep up my neck, suddenly self-c
I woke up on the couch in the hallway, feeling disoriented and exhausted. The events of the previous night came flooding back to me, and I shuddered at the memory of Kian’s wild, panicked state.As I sat up, I noticed Kian kneeling beside me, his hand gently stroking my hair. I flinched instinctively, recoiling from his touch, and immediately regretted it when I saw the hurt flash across his face.“I’m sorry,” I murmured, my voice barely above a whisper. “After last night, I…”Kian held up a hand, silencing me. “You have nothing to apologize for, principessa,” he said, his tone gentle but tinged with sadness. “I should be the one apologizing.”I couldn’t help but shake my head. “What happened to you?” I asked, my brow furrowed with concern. “It was like you were living a nightmare.”Kian’s jaw tightened, and he averted his gaze for a moment. “Demons from my past,” he said finally. “Memories that still haunt me, no matter how hard I try to escape them.”I reached out, tentatively placi