For you, Скучать. | Reader x Sova | Book 2

Chapter 2 | Happy birthday... Maybe not...?

I woke up and turned around to see if Sova was still laying beside me. He wasn't. He probably got up before me. I didn't mind though, I checked my phone and saw the date. It is my birthday today. Not to mention, the same day my parents killed the last thing I had left with me; my sister. She was 19 at that time, working as a barista to pay off her college fee. They had shot her 6 times. Because she wasn't "providing for the family". The memories and flashbacks ran through my mind at the speed of light. It didn't feel good at all. I got up, feeling dizzy. I saw a slice of pastry with a candle on it. I rubbed my eyes to make sure I wasn't dreaming. I walked towards the table, which had my PC on it. I looked at the note; It read "Happy birthday Love! I know what all happened, but you deserve it. Don't hold back and eat it right now :)" It brought tears to my eyes. The first time I felt important in this hell of a world im living in. The first time I felt... loved

It was so heartwarming when I heard a knock on my door. I turned around to see that it was already open, and my man was leaning on the door frame. "Do you like it?" "Like it? pffffft. Do you even know my fucking standards?" "What? I thought you would like it?" I said in a sarcastic tone but he didn't get it, I ran to him and hugged him as tight as I could. "I fucking love it. I mean it." I said and kissed him roughly. "I love you." He said, "I love you too." I said back. I went to the washroom and told him to wait there on my bed as I was brushing my teeth. 

I came back and he took out a spoon and told me to sit down. I did so, he took the pastry, took a scoop and fed me. "С днем ​​рождения, Love" "What does that mean?" I asked him." "I =t means Happy birthday, in Russian." He replied. I took the spoon from his hands and fed him some of the cake. "Let's go to the dining hall." He said. 

In the dining hall, I was saving a seat for him, He sat down. We ate food while chatting about last night.

"Yo! Skull! I heard what you did on the last mission! 17 guys at once?! Damn!" Phoenix came, patting my back.

"You didn't leave anything for my headhunter. Notorious of you, Skull!" Vincent said back, while he was eyeing me with a weird look as if he wanted something... Like. Something something something. It made me a bit uncomfortable. I put my hands down and just laughed awkwardly. 

"Of course, My bad. The adrenalin took over me, haha." I replied, awkwardly.

"May I take a seat?" Phoenix asked, gesturing over the seat next to me.

"Oh, yes, of course!" I replied.

"No. I would like to talk to madame first." Chamber came, pushing away Phoenix. Rude. Whatever. I shrugged it off.
"So, what do you wanna talk about?" I asked him.

"I want to talk so much about so many... things." He said, with that annoying grin again.

"Um.. like, what?" I said, feeling weird. Asshole.

"Come with me. Sasha. May I borrow madamemoisselle for a moment?" He asked Sasha.

"Sure." He said without hesitating. What the fuck is happening? Am i fucking delusional?
He grabbed my arm harshly and pulled me into an empty room. Um, weird. It was a dark, enclosed space, with not much space to escape from. It was dusty. No source of light. Just a small window. Really small.

"Come on, say it." He said in an angry tone

"Say what?" I asked. He kept getting closer and closer to me. I was wearing high-waisted shorts. He started stroking my thighs.

"You love me, right?" Vincent said while pulling out a knife.

"What the fuck, Chamber?