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The wait is over!!!
this is actually part 69, according to Wattpad. Y'all liked the last chapter so thank you for all the love :)  Don't forget to vote&comment if you want to.

(FINALLY) without further adieu, I present to you the next chapter...

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GRISHA V. PETROV

Nothing in my godforsaken life has ever hurt like this. You could stab me over and over and over again with the bluntest knife in existence and you wouldn't have gotten one single fucking tear from me. But this... it's immeasurable.

I've never thought about murder so much with her in my arms. Thomas. Disgust fills me just thinking about him. For the past hour, I've spent every aching minute thinking about all the ways I could kill him.

My favourite is the one where I cut off his arms and legs, then tie a rope around his neck which is of course attached to a piano, to throw him into the ocean or pool– I prefer the ocean because that way his face would be harder to see. I wouldn't let him fully drown of course– mercy isn't exactly my thing.

Another favourite of mine was dousing his eyelashes in kerosine so that when I light a match and put it to his face, he'll be screaming in agony from the pain of his eyeballs burning. Perhaps I'll do the same thing to his tongue.

Another favourite would be calling on a few friends who own some wild cats. It would be fun watching them hunt him after dismembering him.

Another favourite–

"Did you sleep well?" Gianna asks us at the breakfast table, her voice pulling me from my fantasies.

When I first visited this place after Gio went off the radar, this place looked incredibly different. But then again, he hadn't met Gianna yet either.

The maids and servants all walk around us placing different plates and trays on the table, offering us a wide selection of savoury and sweet foods to choose from. Across the table, I see Devi's eyes light up little by little with every dish that gets put down.

I feel Kai's eyes on me when I reply, "Yes we did, thank you."

A small voice of a child is heard from beyond the dining room– it's an excited squeal paired with young giggling which comes to a screeching halt as we hear a thump.

"Ouch."

"Shit."

Then we hear a much older voice, speak in a reprimanding tone.

"Hey," their mother reprimands, and definitely without a doubt hitting them around the head, "watch your language."

Gio's eyebrows raise as he takes a sip of his coffee. The double doors open, revealing Chanthira walking in with her two children I count as fucking gremlins after the trouble they caused for us in Thailand as well as sneaking on our goddamn private jet.

"Sorry we're late," Chanthira says, offering a smile.

Devi has her mouth half open, frozen, probably confused about why and how Chanthira got here. Her hand goes to her neck as if ensuring something is there– making me realise she's still wearing what I gave her. I'm still wearing hers.

I look at Kai and he shrugs in confusion too.

Gianna's voice pulls my attention back to the conversation.

"That's good," Gianna says slowly, continuing our conversation and I immediately know that she heard Devi last night, fuck. "Although we did hear some commotion upstairs," Devi stiffens, slowly putting down her fork.