"The Hacker and the Mob Boss" ❦
Reyna Fields seems to be an ordinary girl with her thick-framed glasses, baggy clothes, hair always up in a ponytail, and her head tucked away behind a computer screen. However, no one knows she's armed with a genius...
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After slipping on the dress and heels, I used my fingers to comb through my hair that had become a tangled mess due to getting in a wreck, being kidnapped, and being dragged from room to room. There wasn't much I could do to save my hair, so I left it as it was.
There was nothing I could do with the time I had left but think. I still hadn't come up with a strategy-a way out of this hell hole without risking the life of anyone.
I could hear the familiar footsteps of Viktor as he made his way to the door. The keys began to jingle on the outside before the click of the lock made its way into my ears. The door squeaked open as Viktor stepped into the room wearing a new black suit.
"You look delicious." Viktor smirked, eyeing my hips.
I almost couldn't believe he was the Giovanni I met. The man who I wanted to consider a friend. He was so different from that person. How was it so easy for him to pretend for all of that time? Was it really all a front?
I couldn't stop thinking about the way Viktor used to look at me. There was sincerity that couldn't be faked. It was sincerity that Saint never showed. Saint hurt me. Saint abused me. He used me as his own little toy. He molded me into his perfect little weapon so he could be more powerful, and it was the only reason he was trying to get me back. Everything was always about him. He never truly gave a damn about me.
Truth was, Saint was no different from Viktor. At least there was actual love in Viktor's eyes. At least he cared enough to go through so much for me.
"I-I've been thinking," I stuttered.
His brow rose as he took another step toward me. "About what?"
"A-About what you said... Saint treated me horribly. He pushed me around and made me do things I didn't want to do," my voice cracked. "I used to cry all night because of the things he would say and do to me. I don't want to ever go back to him. I just want to be done with all of this!" I sobbed.
Viktor grabbed ahold of me, wrapping his arms around my waist and pulling me in. I relaxed against him, allowing my body to mold with his.
"I won't let him get to you ever again, but I don't want to do any of this without you. I love you, Reyna," Viktor declared.
I cried against his chest. He only continued to hold me delicately as if I were glass that he was scared might break. He soothingly rubbed my back up and down, outlining my spine. Viktor was careful with me. I could still feel Giovanni's beating heart somewhere in Viktor.
