The Don of Night✔

Twenty-Eight

F**k. 

F**k. 

Kian never asked for wishes much. 

He felt like if he needed or want anything, he'll just make it happen. 

He didn't know about 11:11 or any shooting stars. All he needed was his two hands and he would get whatever he want. 

That's how it's always been.

Until now. 

Now, Kian was hoping, praying, ready to reach into the sky and yank a f**king star out of it just to make one wish. 

He wasn't sure what the protocol was, but he just needed to ask if he can go back in time. 

Right back to the time before he killed Carlos. 

That exact time when he got the foolish idea that Ellie, his Ellie, was betraying him. 

He would have put a bullet in Carlos' head before he even brought up that stupid idea.

Then, he would have been better off. Able to get his Ellie back. 

Have her. 

But, wishes never came true and there wasn't a thing such as genies. 

He was doomed. There was no way he would get out of this. He has never been in such a situation where he just wanted to die.

Kian was wrong. 

Wrong about everything. 

He had messed up and there was no way Ellie would forgive him for this. 

He had considered her a traitor and even went ahead and shot at her. He would have never shot her. He couldn't imagine ever harming her for real. He just shot at her to scare her a bit, but even that made him feel like the dirtiest ever. 

It was the fear in her eyes when he did that. Kian swore he felt whatever was left of his soul ripped to threads when he saw the glistening way her hazel eyes stared at him.

Maybe he had finally entered his resting place. 

Hell. 

Maybe, this was where his torment started. He had done so much bad in the world that they couldn't even wait for him to die, so they started now. 

A shift happened in his arms and Kian glanced down at Ellie's sleeping figure. She was resting in his arms with her face pressed against his chest and hands laying slack by her sides. They were on the gravel path of the Den. Kian's gaze, however, remained on what he was starting to realize was his heart outside of his body

He dreaded when she would wake up because then he wouldn't have this. 

He wouldn't have her this close to him again. Feeling her soft body plush against his hard one. The satisfying feeling of when they connect.  

Kian traced her features. Her thick lashes pressed along cheeks that were smooth and rose so high when she smiles. Her nose was straight with a button end and her lips were soft and plump. He couldn't see it now, but he visualized her brown honey eyes that he loved so much. He swore he could stare into them for days and be content. He wasn't an advent reader, but he really loved reading her through them.

Ellie would share everything with just one look and he noticed he love being the one to get it all.

He was greedy for everything she would give him. Always have been and always will be.

Kian reached up tracing the bruised that stained her face. It was under her eye and there was a crimson line that run along her cheek.  Her brother did that to her, not his men, but her brother.