Our Little Secret

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Mila Sokolov

It is two thirty in the morning, and I haven't had an ounce of sleep. I haven't slept in two days. I am afraid, I feel I'm going to wake up in the cell, chained to the wall, so the only way to make sure that doesn't happen is not to fall asleep.

It's quite lonely, stas is sleeping, Akira is next to me snoring. Letting out a sign I pushed the covers off of me getting off the bed. Walking out the door, I look both ways to make sure no one is in the hallway.

As I walked into the kitchen I bumped into something hard, letting out a yelp when I felt hands on my waist. "What are you doing, Mila," Dominico asked, flicking on the lights. "Okay warn me next time," I squinted my eyes, "I could ask you that same question."

"I had work to finish," he shrugged, opening the fridge and grabbing leftovers from dinner. "I'm not tired," I lied. "Quite lying, I know you haven't slept in the past two days, you were in the kitchen last night," he said, calling out my lie.

"Can I ask you why you haven't been sleeping," He took a bite of the food. "No you may not," I grabbed an apple from the basket, taking a bite. "Does it have something to do with roman," I froze.

"Roman isn't here you know, and I wouldn't let him get to you, nor stas. Plus I think Akira would eat him before he can get through the doors," He joked, making me chuckle, "but seriously though what is it."

"I feel like when I wake up I'm going to be back in the cell chained to the wall, naked," I admitted, "stas can't seem to stay awake, and I can't seem to fall asleep." I looked down, yawning. "This isn't a dream you know it's real, see" he pinched my arm making me flinch. "You fucking asshole," I said holding my arm.

"You felt that which means you aren't dreaming," he smiled. "You're an asshole," I smiled looking at him. "When do we have to do this marriage thing," I asked, looking away from him. "Three weeks and two days," he rolled his eyes.

"I'm sorry my mom is making us do this," I apologize for my mother's actions a lot and it's becoming a problem. "It's alright."

We sat in a comfortable silence, for a few minutes. Dominico finished eating his dinner, while I fought myself to sleep. "Want to watch a movie," he asked, breaking the silence. "Depends if you have the movie Happy Death Day," I watched as he thought about it before nodding.

I stood up following him to the living room, grabbing a blanket from the bin, sitting on the couch waiting till he started the movie. He sat down next to me.

About fifteen minutes in the movie I felt my eyes grow tired, I didn't fight myself this time I let myself fall asleep.

Hopefully I don't wake up in the cell.

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"Should we wake them up," A male voice woke me up from my sleep, oh no am I in the cell? Was that Roman? No it can't be, that voice was deeper than Roman's. My breathing picked up, panicking. I am too afraid to open my eyes. "Relax Mila you are alright," I heard Dominico whisper in my ear.

Opening my eyes I lifted my head, noticing I was laying on Dominico. "Shit, sorry," I jumped up. "What were you two doing last night,'' a voice I didn't recognize asked. Looking up there was a boy saddening behind the couch, he looks like he is fifteen.

"Shut up Lorenzo," he lightly punched his brother. I remember seeing him in the family picture they have in the hallway. "What time is it," I asked looking out the windows, noticing it was still dark outside. "Five thirty in the morning."

I think three and a half hours of sleep is good enough. I know that it wasn't a dream, but it still could be, I could still be sleeping, but I think I'm awake. I hate those dreams I had once, and they suck. Wait what if i'm still in that dream.

"Well I have to go," I waved bye, walking away.

When I walked into the room I made Akira jump. "Sorry," I muttered. Laying down pulling the covers over both Akira and I, closing my eyes hoping, but I didn't work. I think I'm going to talk to Dominico and see if we can go home. If he says no, then I'm going to slap him.

Maybe I can get him to go to Russia with Stas and I. We have been planning to go back home to Russia.

Letting out a sigh, I threw the covers off of me and walked to the kitchen again. Walking into the kitchen Viola was sitting on the stool eating eggs. "Hello," she greeted, once she noticed I was in the kitchen.

"Where is Dominico," I asked. "He is in his office," she pointed down the hallway. Muttering a thank you I turned around walking towards his office.

Without knowing I opened the door. "You can't just walk in here Mila," he said, not looking up from his papers. "How did you know it was me," I asked, he never looked up. "You're the only person I know that doesnt knock.'' That's not true. I knocked last time.

"Can I go home," I asked, getting straight to the point. "No," he shot down immediately. "Look you helped me get away from Roman, and now you're holding us hostage, I want to go home," I stood up, slapping him across the face. I said I would slap him if he said no, so I did.

"You're staying here because it's for your own good, and if you want to go home because that's where you stuff is just write a list and I will have my men go to New York and get everything you wrote on the list." he threw his pen down, "stop slapping me it's starting to piss me off."

I can work with that. I smiled, slapping him again. "I'll slap you if I want to slap you."