I was desperate for an escape.
Too desperate and if that meant falling
into the pit of darkness, so be it.
I found him under the dark night
and saw my chance to escape the
golden luxurious cage. A jail is a jail,
whether its made by metal or d...
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"I russi ti hanno già accettato come loro capo." Santiago muttered next to me, staring ahead with a tall glass of golden champagne. I gave him a curt nod, gulping down my own drink. The chairs and tables were pushed to the side as the area cleared for anyone that wished to dance. It was our moment, mine and the bride's, to dance and swing by each other's sides.
But apparently she was taking her sweet time in the bathroom.
"You will take over, right? Olga is right, at the end of the day. These people need you, they need someone to lead them." Alexie seemed the most worried out of everyone because he knew how the Russians would fall apart if it weren't for a leader.
That role being played by Olga.
Till now.
I really wished to get on a flight to the fucking Bahamas, take my wife and live with her there for the rest of our lives.
In the Bahamas, among the clear seas and the bright skies, Eira would give me beautiful children.
I was never one to begin a family, specially after the horrible things my own had to endure.
Just Eira was not the type of girl you'd want to let to. It was either I had to let to of my past or her and I had already grown so attached to her that she lived in the air I breathed. My ears growing accustomed to her soft melodic laughter, my nose used to that strong fragrance of roses and all my lips could do was chant out her name.
I was beginning to miss her.
Looking past the people in the crowd, some dancing while others giggled during their conversations, I tried taking a peek at the woman but to no avail.
"I'm gonna go look for Eira."
Placing my glass down rather hastily, I felt thick fingers clasping around my biceps. "Don't end up pinning her against the wall and taking her right there because according to Arwen, she is quite the romantic."
"Shut up, Tiago." I rolled my eyes.
I slipped through the people and found myself wandering upstairs. There were bathrooms down here but I was sure Eira would have gone upstairs. After all her items, make up products and everything else was situated in her own room.
For some particular reason, best unknown to me, my stomach began churning.
Like it never had before.
Danger still surrounded us, no matter the location and place.
I swallowed thickly, stepping up the stairs as fast as I could. Eira's room was right next to mine and upon entering, very much to my dismay, I found it empty and drowning in silence.
"Eira?"
No answer.
I couldn't hear a single movement in the room, nor in the bathroom.
