On Your Knees

Chapter 25- Whole Again

Helios' POV

Shattered glass crunches beneath the sole of my shoes. I bask in the distressed, ruined state of my family home, the bloodied floor, and the body that I soon realize belonged to Nikolai. My eyebrows furrow and my hand clenches in fury. Where is she? I hear the frantic moving of furniture upstairs. Alexei is looking for her but I already knew that she was gone. Stolen.

Taken from me.

"черт возьми, черт возьми!" Alexei yells, foot steps storming down the stairs. He runs a hand over his head, trying to contain his anger. "She's not upstairs. They fucking took her!" He says. (God fucking damnit).

I walk over to Nikolai's corpse and look at the bullet mark. Dead on impact, straight shot from the front. Did he corner Amora and make her kill him?

"Helios, you have to see this." Alexei calls from the kitchen. I stand and follow the path into the kitchen. There, Alexei stands in front of the island, his body shaking in anger. Rightfully so.

Standing next to him, I see him looking at a piece of braided hair. "They cut off Amora's hair?" I question aloud. My thumb and forefinger grab the piece of chopped hair and bring it up closer to my face. "There was a note..." Alexei trails off, his voice set off tone. He places the note on the countertop.

Whole Again.

My breath lodges in my throat, "She has Amora".

Alexei curses just above a whisper. "We need to call Aria and Donnalee. We need to tell them what happened."

"Such a surprise it'll be to say their little sister came back from the dead" I say.

There's silence between. Our minds are trying to grasp the thought of their dead sister kidnapping her twin. Alexei takes out his phone, no doubt calling the Belfiore sisters to inform them of the situation at hand. He leaves me in the kitchen to think and consume all that has happened.

Amora's gone. She took her from me. Stole her away from my side.

I think about how I trusted Nikolai to take care of her when he was the very one who was meant to betray us. "Fuck!" My hands slam against the counter. My breathing comes out in ragged pants and I can feel my heart pounding in my head. I've been betrayed by so many people recently. Where should I lay my trust? All of my decisions have led Amora to nothing but pain and suffering.

I should save her and let her go. But I won't.

Because I'm a selfish man and I want her all to myself.

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Amora's POV

A pained groan escapes from my throat. My eyes struggle to open, blinking rapidly at the bright light in the room. My breathing comes out in heavy pants. Where am I?

My eyes catch a glimpse of the room I'm in. Concrete walls and floors surround my body, metal chains digging into the flesh of my wrists. A pained moan resonates in my throat. Fuck this can't be happening.

I tilt my head as far up as I'm able to, noticing my chains are looped through a metal U-bolt. My feet barely graze the floor beneath me, head throbbing as blood pounds furiously through my veins.