Nikolay's pov~
As I watched Ayla walk away, I shook my
head. She was too innocent. Too kind and sweet to live in this world. She shouldn't be here
But Alessio had claimed her. Boss was
already too deep in to let her go now. He cared too much.
He loved too much, even if he didn't see it or realize it yet, it was there. In his eyes. Love shouldn't exist in this life. It was too dangerous.
We would only get burned in the end. We couldn't have any weaknesses. That was Alessio's rule. No love. No weakness.
But Ayla was now Alessio's weakness.
As she faded from my view, I leaned
against the wall again. She said I was a good man. So gullible.
My phone rang in my pocket and I
answered the call without looking at the caller ID
"I need to see you now," a demanding
voice said.
"Okay," I replied before hanging up.
Ayla was wrong. I wasn't a good man. I had done horrible things and I didn't even feel guilty about them.
I was a coldblooded killer. Heartless.
Ruthless. A betrayer. Striding into Alessio's office, I found him sitting behind his desk. He looked up when I
came in, and nodded.
"I need to take care of some things."
Alessio stared at me for a few seconds, his gaze penetrating. "Okay," he said. I turned around, but before I could walk out, his voice stopped me.
"You should clean your hand."
looked down at my fist and saw the
bloodied knuckles. The same fist that I had just punched into the wal before coming into his office.
"I will," I replied, my voice emotionless.
Closing the door behind me, I went to my
room and quickly changed my clothes.
Wearing black jeans and a black sweater, I walked out of the estate and got into my car
When I arrived at my destination, I pulled
my hood over my head, hiding most of my face as I stepped out of the car. Two men greeted me.
"He is waiting for you in his office."
Without answering, I walked into the club. The door to his office was already open, waiting for my arrival. Walking inside, I closed the door and crossed my arms over my chest, waiting for the man to start.
"Nikolay," he said roughly. Staring into his brown eyes, I nodded in his
direction.
"Alberto."
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