His Wicked Heart

Chapter Thirty-Six

kismet
(n.) fate; destiny

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PRESENT

GENEVIEVE

The next day came by, consuming our night. Today, I woke up with a clearer head. The events that happened this week were slowly turning into mere bitter memories, except for the times I spent with Aleksandr.

He and I were having the best times, better than before and more real than anything.

Today, I even found myself smiling like a schoolgirl, staring into space unusually longer, with only thoughts of the man with emerald green eyes reigning in my mind. I don't even complain about that.

"We're here, dorogaya." Despite looking out of the window, I hadn't realized that we had reached my workplace until Aleksandr reminded me.

That was how much distracted I am.

I shook my head at my own childishness, and then got out of the car. Aleksandr followed me from behind, quickly catching up to my speed.

The moment we were inside, I was met with a rather intense atmosphere. I halted in my tracks when I found Emi coming towards me. It wasn't his movement that startled me, but the expression that was plastered on his face.

The usual mischief had disappeared from his face, replaced with a peculiar mask I couldn't decipher.

"Twenty-five million euros, Genevieve. Disappeared," he said as soon as came around me, standing tall in front of me, anger evident in his voice. "And I have no one else to blame except you," he nearly shouted out the words but managed to control his voice.

My heartbeats quickened, momentarily turning me distressed. "I... I didn't know."

Seconds grew more intense with each passing beat. Guilt welled up inside me as I looked around, unable to hold his gaze.

Because it was my fault.

"Maybe you would have known if you stopped idling away your time and skipping—"

"Careful with your words, Emi," Aleksandr didn't let the other man finish his sentence, his enormous figure standing behind me like a wall. "Or you might lose some teeth," he warned, but Emi didn't budge.

Both men were angry, so much so that they now faced each other with utter agitation. "Then stop parading the woman and let her do her work like the employee she is, brother."

"Zatknis!" Aleksandr almost pushed me aside to get near him, probably to grasp Emi by his collar, assuming by his aggressive approach.

But before his movement could progress, I stepped between them, panic filling my guts. "Stop, Ale!" I shouted at him, making him halt, and then turned to look up at Emi. "I'm sorry. Please, let me look into the situation immediately."

Then I rushed forward, never letting them detect the chaos in my eyes, only hoping that they wouldn't resume whatever was about to start between them.

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The uncertainty I had held for days came alive like an inferno waiting to swallow me down to its darkest depths. I covered my mouth to hold back the scream that wanted to be free.

Because in the dark, silent room of this organization, I found myself the most helpless. My decision should've been reconsidered, rethought.

I shouldn't, shouldn't have jumped into a well I would be unable to climb out of.