Syn Carnahan thought that the only true darkness around her was in her own head, but after witnessing the horrific murder of her friend, she is pulled into a world that she wished she didn't belong in. A world where every dirty little secret is rev...
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Yeah there is sex btw
Syn POV
Almost Every night we were dancing in lover clubs or touring the cities beauties and sins. Almost Every night he showed me places And things I never knew existed, or thought I'd die before I saw.
There was no chains or locked doors or things he whispered to others that he wouldn't say to me. It was Just me and just him, thats what it felt like, despite the security he attached to my hip if I even took a step from his side.
He told me it was dangerous to be his. I wasn't sure whether I believed it fully. At first.
He'd take me home every night after we went out, and either slink into bed with me, or disappear into his work. It was a week of this since that club and his promises and our admissions, and maybe it was more than just seven days, but yet this small change in us made every fibre in me ache.
Don't love him. Don't.
I wanted to.
He told me he'd prove it. Prove he didn't want to loose me. It was working.
Tonight was no different, or well I thought it wasn't.
But When we got back, the apartment was in ruins.
My things were stung out all over the furniture, the floors. Ripped and shredded and ruined. His office torn to shreds. A knife through the pillow I slept on.
"Why the fuck!" I hissed, the alcohol in my system making me wonder whether or not I was seeing straight, yet the silence of everyone set me sober, Fear creeping it's way through my skin like chills on a cold evening.
Some rando touched my panties. They were laying on the kitchen floor.
Elias Hand pulled me closer as he grabbed his gun, walking us further into the dark apartment, my room from what I saw from my place in the living room, looked as if someone had been looking for something. Someone.
His security that guided us circled closer, they all had their guns out as our home was so quiet that I could hear the breath of everyone here.
"Start the fucking car." Elias hissed through the silence and men instantly spoke through ear pieces, as he looked around the room just as I did, three of his men laid tied on chairs by the sliding door to the balcony—dead.
"Elias what-They are fucking dead! In my house." I said with shaky breath, sucking it in as I took in the gruesome inhumane state of them.
"Look away Syn." He hissed furiously yet slow, as he pushed me behind him to keep me from looking, my nails taking firm hold onto the back of his suit.
