BOOK FOUR in The WSU Series
Elizabeth Young -
I've always wanted the star-crossed lovers type of relationship - who knew I would actually get it?
They say the line between Love and Hate is very thin, one I don't intend to experience. I could never l...
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Two and a half years ago
"It's getting creepy, Kian."
My brother, Blake appears by my side as I keep my focus on Lizzie whose across the room from me. "Don't let dad see," he taunts knowing my father would kill me if he thought I was still hung up on Lizzie. The truth is— I am still hung up on her, I lied that afternoon at the funeral. It wasn't a game, she wasn't a game. But, I knew both Blake and Kai were listening down the hallway, I had to lie to keep my appearance. Lizzie couldn't know why I did it, I'd rather have her alive and hate me, than her six feet under.
"Can you just fuck off," I mutter as I hear Kai tut from my other side, despite him only being a year younger at the age of sixteen— he is turning more like me every day. "Now that you aren't smashing Lizzie—" Kai doesn't get the opportunity to finish before I've got my hand wrapped around his throat and now his bodies pressed up against the wall. "Finish the sentence, K," I warn as I tighten my grip, Blake dramatically sighs behind me before interfering.
"Let him go, Kian— for god's sake, this is a party. It's meant to be formal," he goes on, "let him go." Blake may be two years older but he isn't much wiser, I'm only realizing Kai because I don't want to draw too much attention. The Bliss Family has too much of that already, especially now with The Young family here— and the rumors about Dominic Young going into the run for Governor in nearly three years' time. Maybe it was a good thing I betrayed Lizzie, at least now the press can't link the two of us together.
Kai gasps for air when I back away from him, "that, was unnecessary— I'm more into blondes," he mutters as he rubs the red mark that's now forming on his neck from the pressure I caused. "Don't make jokes about, Elizabeth." I warn as I hear Blake chuckle, "Elizabeth? Oh, we are formal," he mocks. "Can't you two just fuck off, and deal with other shit," I wave a hand in the direction of the open bar, "why go hang over there, when this is way more entertaining?" Blake says as he scans the crowd. "I'm bored," I roll my eyes before leaving the two standing in one of the archways to one of the many hallways this place has.
It was an event my parents got invited to— of course, it was for business, hence why me and my brothers are here. My mom is only here for appearances and to talk to all the other wives of the underground bosses, from Chicago, who still don't know about my involvement in Giovanni Pazis's death. There's The West for Las Vegas, the sneaky bastards don't think we know of their plans to stab us in the back— we know, it'll be difficult dealing with them especially when their boss is close to Boston. The whole event is filled with the mafia, so god knows why the Young Family are in attendance. Maybe they don't know? Then again, Dominic Young isn't a fool.
Stepping out into the hallway I bump into a smaller figure, "seriously?" I instantly recognise the voice, as I step away, I glance down to see Lizzie rubbing her head where she just hit my chest. She peers up and instant hate fills her eyes, but never fear. Even before, she never once feared me.
