TitaniaIt feels as though someone is playing a cruel prank on me. It feels so surreal. Kristoff is seated beside me, just as I wanted. He's come to take me back with him just as I'd hoped. But the scenario back at the club... I almost can't believe it happened. I'd never envisioned any of the strangers I allow to fuck me, persisting or hurting me if I said no. It's slowly sinking in now, how much danger I've been putting myself into all these past years. I shake my head, drop my gaze and wipe my eyes — feeling pitiful of myself.Everything feels like a huge, jumbled mess. For the first time ever, I'm frustrated and confused. I don't know what to do. I don't know what I want. I don't know how to feel about this whole plot twist. I thought I'd be happy now that Kristoff is here to take me back, but I'm not. I want to run away and hide from his gaze.“I can't let you keep putting yourself in danger. I can't take any more risks with you. I know you. I know how you're feeling right now. Y
TitaniaKristoff stands in the doorway, in his suit pants and a white t-shirt. A dark figure, but I can still make out his handsome, slick features even in the darkness. I can feel his gaze on me, taking in my appearance — the torn dress and smudged make-up. He takes a few steps forward and shuts the door behind him, trapping out the light. I fall back on the bed, the wall behind me cold against my skin.Shit's about to go down.He clears his throat, then takes off his watch, tossing it on the floor. It makes a huge clunk sound as it falls, but I'm too concentrated on him. To scared of what's about to come, even though I don't know what he's going to do to me. He rolls up his sleeves, one after the other, carefully. I stare at them, at how big they are, at how big-muscled and powerful they look. My gaze slides down to his big hands. Remember how solid they always feel against my skin. How he uses them firmly whenever he touches me. Grabs me. Make me cave in to his wants.“I'm sorry,”
Kristoff“Shh, princess. It's alright now. It's fine,” I murmur quietly, holding her close. Her sobs fade out and she's finally still, her shoulders relaxed. I feel the arms of sleep curling around her, lulling her into its dreamless abyss. It doesn't take long before she's snoring softly, still clinging tightly to me. I play with her curls idly, a lighter feeling in my chest. I'm not letting her out of my arms, or life again. I'll never walk away. Whatever happened tonight, united us. On all fronts, it made us one. Made us whole. One soul. Forever.But we were always bound together before that. From the very first moment I set my eyes on her, I knew. I sensed her darkness. I made it out at first glance, and it drew me to her like a magnet. She was damaged, like me. But I never envisioned the extent of that damage to be this huge. I never thought it'd turn into this.She's curled into me, her face buried in my chest, her hair all over the place. Her tears on my dry are drying up, and
KristoffThree Weeks Later."Kristoff!"I look up as Titania rushes into the room, clutching a copy of the Daily Times. She halts, stares at me, then holds the paper out for me to take. I took one look at the photograph and back up to her face. Her bottom lip trembles. "Do you have a hand in this?"After what we shared three weeks ago, I'd told her about my uncle in greater detail, and also that he was the one who sent Harvey to try and kill Patrick. She'd been shocked, and furious, and I knew she didn't want to go back to how she was before. Thirsty for revenge. I'd decided to avenge Patrick then, for her, even though she hadn't asked me to. William committed many more stalling crimes that deserve a much more painful death than just simply being blown up with his car.I smile, buttoning up my coat, and pull her close to me. She's fidgeting, curious. I take the paper away from her limp grasp and throw it on the bed. "He deserves it. You know he does.""I didn't ask for you to kill him
TitaniaIt's been two months since Uncle Patrick was attacked. I can finally say those words and think about that event without it scaring me, without breaking down in fright and tears. Winter arrived two days earlier, and every surface is covered with soft, snowflakes — rooftops, car roofs, the road — everywhere. Winter is my favorite season, a huge reason is that it coincides with Christmas. The air is different, wholesome, sugary, and filled with festive gaiety and promise.“What are you thinking about? Come on now, wear me the damn coat, princess.”I chuckle.Kristoff and I are standing at the entrance of Elysium Healthcare Home and I'm holding out his jacket. He lets me slip his hands into the furry coat and fix the collar — the material making him appear two times bigger, like an ogre man. I slip my hand in his and we both turn to face the open corridor, my nerves threatening to get the best of me, but I'm pushing forth victoriously. Taking a deep breath, I nod. We step inside t
TitaniaI smile at his uncharacteristic behavior, knowing I've hurt him by second-guessing whether I should move in with him or not. I put a hand on his cheek, and pinch it. “Yes. I'd love to move into Bloom Bazaar with you.”“Stop saying it like it's something huge.” He laughs.“Of course it is! This is the first time you're asking me.”He rolls his eyes. “Fine. I should've asked sooner. Happy now? Let's go see your uncle,” he says, taking my wrists and pulling me down the corridor, towards the nurse at the reception to ask for Uncle Patrick's new room number.The nurse offers to show us to his room herself. We take a bend, down a second corridor I've never been in, nor did I know existed. With each step we take, my heartbeat spikes, louder and louder in my ears. Kristoff squeezes my hand, his other arm pulling me into him, and suddenly I'm glad he's here. To help me through this. I don't know what to expect, but when we arrive at last, the nurse pushes the door open after a brief kn
My feet bounce off the breaking concrete as I run down the dark passage, my hair whipping back and forth, obstructing my vision, but I dare not stop and flip it over my shoulder. I can feel them near, breathing down my neck, getting off, and seeing just how much longer my legs can take me. I pack the hem of my dress - the one Kristoff gifted me last night for this date. The one he'd said looked good on me this evening before I left for the restaurant's bathroom.Before these men kidnapped me.I'll be lying if I say I don't know where they're from. Kristoff is a powerful Mafia Don - much feared in New York and all over the world. A cruel underboss with a reputation to match that phrase. I knew what I was getting into when I let him into my heart after our initial agreement. I knew what I was getting into when instead of packing my stuff and leaving his mansion altogether, I got into a fight with my uncle when I went back to our shack to clear out what was left there."You don't know wh
Kristoff"I'm disappointed in both of you. How on earth did this happen?" I probe the two figures passed out flat with the sole of my foot, swiping my eyes across the upturned contents of the little, offensive shack. I can't believe how anyone could live in such a deadbeat place, but it wasn't exactly surprising when it came to Patrick Williams. My lips curl as I take in the beautiful girl lying beside the stupid fuck, a thick cloth around her mouth and a pitch-black blindfold around her eyes.Who is she? Are they related?Nevermind. None of my business."I'm yet to receive an answer, boys."Peter, the most sensible fool I had placed in charge of the clowns who'd fucked everything up opens his mouth to say something, then close it right back. I feel my jaw tick. I have little patience. "Well, Sir. It wasn't our plan to make her unconscious. She walked in on us. We got scared.""You got scared?" I tilt my head to the side, suppressing a laugh. "What are you guys? Chickens? You two do k