The Don of Night✔

Nineteen

Have you ever tried to hold sand?

Realize that it is impossible to hold in its fullness. 

The majority of it seeps through your fingers and pours back to the place you dig to get it from. 

This is what Kian was experiencing as he and Ellie walked to his wing in the Den. 

Every step was a grain of sand slipping through his fingers. 

The feeling of loss was breaking him. 

She was quiet. 

So f**king quiet that he wanted to bash his head into the wall just to hear her gasp. 

Any noise will do. 

Kian's room was on the third floor in the second wing. Well, his room was the second wing. He took domain over everything on this side of the house. The bathrooms, the gym, the kitchen, the office, etc. Everything was his. 

The second wing can practically be a standalone three-story house. 

The reason he told Ellie that he barely lived in the apartment that he showed her was because he stayed in his part of the Den most of the time. He loved the seclusion. 

The entire third floor of his wing was his bedroom. Kian opened the double doors and watched as Ellie walked in looking around. No expression passed over her face like it did when she walked into the house for the first time. 

She remain emotionless as she looked over his room that had art pieces that decorated the wall, a bed fitting for Shaq O'Neil, and a living room that sat in the middle of it. There was a television that covered the whole wall and there were glass walls that showed her the forest outside. There were a couple of doors that Ellie could only assume were the bathroom and closet.

The fact that Ellie hadn't reacted to the art piece that adorn the space above his headboard, made him even more distraught. It was her art that she had drawn that day when he visited her desk. 

The woman with open wounds on her body. 

The one she had given him after his constant nagging.

Kian was having an internal battle he wasn't sure he would come out of victorious.

There was an anger that was pulsing through his body that seems to be continuously building. He had gone into a blind hot rage in the office and thought he had got it out of his system when he smashed everything his hands touched, but it was still there simmering below the surface.

Not only did whoever it was messed with him had displayed the highest disrespect ever, but they also went after his woman. 

That was a big no, no for Kian. 

The urge to kill every one of them was so strong he could almost taste it. He had already envisioned what it would be like starting from the man he had killed at the club all the way to whoever was at the top. 

How dare they even think they would get away with what the hell they just did?

How disrespectful?

They had declared war and for Kian, it was a personal one. He wasn't stopping until his hands were bloody with whoever tried to take Ellie from him. 

Kruz had confirmed that it was the Videntes and that made him even more ready to go out guns blazing. 

Mafia is known to have wars, but with those wars, there were guidelines and rules. 

Never open fire around civilians. Never kill one. 

It was because when civilians are involved then the police are also.