"We still hadn't found the Skurwiel who sent the photos." Silas said with fear in his voice.
"We have to find him soon enough Silas!"
I growled.
The day was well spent with BLOOD. The bastards in the attic was definitely having the bad day because I ripped their cocks.
Its been a few days since our comeback. Scarlett was loving her new hide away. Everytime I get home I find her in that little space. We fuck. Every night. I told her that I will do everything that she reads everyday. And I did it. The way her mouth wraps around my length it gives me shivers.
Whenever she looks at me all the Shakespearean shit becomes real. All the fairytales comes into existence. It feels like this is what Catherine felt for Heathcliff. She is an unfinished feeling which I don't want to complete. Once attained , it's lost. And I never want to lose her.
I was so busy in my thoughts I didn't realise the call from Johanna.
"Sir.." Her voice was trembling.
"What happened Johanna!"
I screamed in fear.
"Someone... broke in and ... ma'am... is gone..."
"Gone where!"
"Silas! Fuck Silas come we need to be home!"
"What happened? God!"
"Someone broke in and .."
"And fucking what asshole!"
"Scarlett .."
"Scarlett what !!"
"Is gone.."
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Stringed by Hate
RomanceSCARLET MACKENZIE He was my death. Ruthless. Arrogant. Death. The more I saw him, the more I felt intimidating . He was the structure of Greek God with the heart of Satan. I highly doubt if he had heart. This was my husband. SEBESTIAN CAMERON. The...
