Previously known as ' Always & Forever '
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"Why is it that everyone perceives you as a myth?" he inquired, curiosity lacing his voice.
She responded, her tone laced with a hint of amusement, "It is because they are gripped by suc...
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The moon hung like a melancholic orb in the ink-black sky, casting its pale glow over the desolate street. Nathan and I found ourselves engulfed in the suffocating silence of the dimly lit alley. It was a moment pregnant with unspoken fears and the weight of our clandestine existence.
Leaning against the graffiti-stained wall, I turned to Nathan, my voice was cold but I can still feel the ache in my heart. "So Nate, how has she really been? How is my mother?"
His gaze pierced through the darkness, the unyielding depths of his eyes mirroring the shadows that danced around us. "It's Nathan, you little shit," he retorted, his voice laced with a hint of impatience. He knew, as well as I did, the longing that consumed me. "Your mother... she's not doing well. Emotionally, she's a storm trapped within an unbreakable fortress."
A bittersweet smile played upon my lips, a fragile mask concealing the tempest of emotions swirling within. It hurt to hear of her struggles, to know that even in her commanding presence, she battled her own demons. She was the enigma that governed my life, the woman I revered and yearned for.
"I miss her," I confessed, the words trembling on my lips. "Her warmth, her love... It feels like an eternity since I last felt her embrace."
Nathan's stoic facade softened for a fleeting moment, a flicker of understanding crossing his hardened features. He met my gaze, his eyes reflecting a shared pain. "I know, kid," he said, his voice laced with a tenderness I rarely witnessed. "She misses you too, even if she never speaks the words. Her heart aches for the son she had to send away."
His words seeped into the depths of my soul, soothing the wounds that time had etched upon my young heart. I yearned to believe that she felt the same ache, the same longing as I did. But the reality of our circumstances pressed heavily upon us, reminding me of the dangers we faced and the secrets we bore.
A shroud of secrecy enveloped our every step as we navigated the darkened streets of Los Angeles. The city, teeming with its hidden underbelly of crime and corruption, whispered its secrets as we moved cautiously, our identities concealed from prying eyes. Mom had orchestrated my arrival with utmost care, ensuring that no outsiders would discover my true purpose here. Only her inner circle was privy to my existence, a testament to her unwavering commitment to my safety.
An encrypted email had arrived, its contents cryptic and unexpected. Nathan, her right hand , would be arriving tomorrow to collect me. Questions burned in my mind, desperate for answers, but Nathan remained tight-lipped, his loyalty unwavering. It was not his place to divulge the secrets that shrouded my recall. Frustration gnawed at me, yet a sense of anticipation mingled with the trepidation that gripped my heart.
I was born into a legacy, the heir to the Devi's Bloodlust mafia. Mom revealed the truth to me on my sixth birthday, unraveling a world of power, danger, and undeniable allure. And on my eighth birthday, she offered me a choice—to embrace my birthright, to become a part of something greater than myself. The decision was clear, my desire to join her in this dark dance of shadows overwhelming any reservations I may have had.
