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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Last Summer
"This can count as stalking, you know?"
"It's not stalking when I'm protecting what's mine," Kian replies as he falls into line next to me. "I'm not yours, Eight." I lie, we both know it. I've always been his— despite our fucked up past, we were together until the bitter end. "I always knew you watched me play," he says as he continues to follow me. "You need to be careful, Kian." I state, my gaze on high alert, "you don't want my father knowing I'm near you— much less with you," I say with a smile. The streets of New York are always filled with press, waiting for their prey. "We're engaged, aren't we?" He asks the rhetorical question, "I'm never," I swear, "never marrying you."
"Why lie?" Kian smirks as I come to a stop. "You are deranged," I remark and all I get in return is a roll of the eyes. "Let's stop this game," and this time I roll my eyes. "We stopped playing games a long time ago, wouldn't you agree?" We stopped all together, two years ago. I don't intend to go back, that's the least I can do for Gio. He deserves that, after all, he did die for me. "You might have stopped, who said I did?" Kian questions as his eyes shine with danger. "You did when you betrayed me!" I say more harshly as I put emphasis on the word, you. "What were your words again?" I ask before answering for him, "it was a fun, twisted game."
Kian's smirk wides as the twisted truth, the sad truth is that this was a game. One I wish I didn't participate in— one that's only caused me more harm, than good. "Wasn't that call nice? Looks like we'll be attending another wedding," he remarks and I know exactly what he's talking about.
Twenty minutes ago I was on a group call as Ele and Roma announced their engagement. I'm happy for them— I also needed to take a breath, I was suffocating. The way Kian stared into the camera, I knew he was watching me. He was watching yo see if I would break, I almost did. My best friends are getting married, and my selfish reaction was to think about the hidden truth. The truth is in the fact I'm already engaged, I'm getting married come January.
I promised myself I would live a little this summer, I intend to follow through. Even if that means Kian's always watching. He may be in Europe one week, the next he may be home, but he's always fucking watching. It's either him, or he's sent one of his minions to make sure I'm in check. Jokes on him, but my father already does that. Sometimes I feel like I can't breath when I return home. The knowledge that someone's always watching, is exhausting.
"You wouldn't tell them," I comment as I glare up at the 6'3, tatted mafia man standing in front of me. My necklace shines in the sun setting light. God, I wished he take that fucking necklace off. It hangs around his neck as if taunting me, knowing I can't take back my past. "Not yet," Kian remarks as an evil glint fills his eyes. He wouldn't tell anyone about me and him. He's not stupid, everything he does is calculated. "Don't worry," he simply says as he takes a step forward to now invade my personal space. He places his finger and thumb under my chin to tilt my head back, "I won't tell just yet, after all— I do want to spend some time with my fiancée without everyone knowing first."
