chapter 11

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Nicolai Stone

Dogs barking into the night air from their cages as I wheel across the cobbled path towards the garden.  Across the small bridge and in the plain field ahead was a tombstone engraved, 'Ananoitte Stone, beloved mother and devoted wife.'

I had mother moved here from across the countries.  I didn't want her lain beside the very man who created me.

For years,  I've always wished she'd been alive to atone me. To tell me that I'm not a monster. That I'm redeemable for the past I've made myself to become today.

But we all can't get everything we wished for.

Tonight was a whirl wind of cluster fucks. Abducting a 20 year old girl whose name is my enemies.  To literally fighting her along with her wittiness. Then the bombshell she suddenly blew in my face at the dinner table.

'Marry me' she had said.

A deep laugh released from my lips just now at the thought. It was laughable. A silly girl thinking marriage is the answer to her and I's problem. It's ludicrous.

Only she had made a fair point dammit. If we to marry I'd have Edmond at he palm of my hands. There is no way he didn't care or love her enough to keep her away from social gatherings. He kept her his dirty little secret from eyes like mine.

And now I have her.

Only my answer is still no. I cannot marry her. I don't want a wife-- my father did terrible things to my mother, even the targets on his head had sealed her fate.

And those targets are mine now.

As I stare at the grave I had time to think more of her offer. It would help my case ten fold. Her deal taunts me all night when I get back into the house. Until I've finally made a decision only I need it on my terms with what I want in this marriage. A contract within another contract that must abide by in this circumstance. I don't trust her.

Rolling into my Den I pick up the phone and dial.

"Boss."

Gritting my teeth I exhale a long breath, "Get me an ordained minister, I don't care where you get one just make sure one is here quickly." Then hung up the phone.

The little viper is playing my biggest move in the game.





It's early in the morning as I lay here in bed, groaning in pain. Fuck, my legs are killing me. Pushing the blanket off of me with my hands I reach for the button on my night stand, "Rue! Call the doctor."

Hours pass when the doctor gives me a physical exam on my legs as I lay atop his table in the East Wing of my house.

"It appears you have gained twenty percent feeling back in both legs." He says in his professional opinion.

I sigh, "the physical therapy is working."

"Yes and in no time you might be able to walk with a cane, sir." The Doctor mentions.

Shadows of my men are waiting outside the open door, until Donovon steps in with a frown, "uh, Boss, we have a problem."

I grab ahold my legs and help my self back into my wheelchair, grunting. Within some struggle I fix myself and straighten in my seat before facing him,  "out with it Don, what's the problem?"

Donovon grimaces, his hands shoved into his pockets, "Miss Galeon started a fire in her room she is down in the lobby being detained--"

I didn't let him finish.

I wheeled down the hall towards the lobby. My hands itching to fucking choke the living shit out of her. How the fuck did she manage to start a fire in a sealed room?

Finally I make it to the lobby seeing one of my men hold Sienna in place with his arms wrapped around her waist and neck. Whilst getting closer my anger rises with heat while examining every inch of her body.

My eyes land on her split lip and then her red cheek, an unsettling part within me grows rapidly, knowing it needs to be released or I might just fucking explode.

Her brown eyes widen at first then narrow upon my entry. 

"What is going on here?" I ask lowly.

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