She had ambitions that soared beyond the cage of her upbringing. Her dreams were simple yet profound: to find true love, chase her dream career, and break free from the shackles of her life. Yet, the day arrived when the cold hand of fate forced her...
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♬ ...Ready For It? - Taylor Swift.
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"You wanna kill Lorenzo Solace?"
Roman's voice cuts through the silence, disbelief laced with curiosity. It's a plan I've had in the back of my mind for a long time, and frankly, the man has been getting on my nerves.
I just got... busy. Other things took priority.
But I only give him a nod in response.
He sighs, running a hand over his face before he starts pacing around the room, his steps slow and measured. "He's been holed up in that fortress he calls a house for ages. The only time he leaves is for the most high-profile events, and his security detail is tight as hell."
Still, not much of a challenge. I could've done it at the last gala, but I got cornered by a bunch of businessmen sniffing around for partnerships, their fake grins plastered on while they tried to sink their claws into me.
Roman stops mid-step, his brow furrowed. "Besides, considering the guy's connections, won't it be, you know, stupid to kill him?"
I shrug, leaning back in my chair. "The man starts trembling the second I walk into the same room. I think I'll be fine."
And it's true. Lorenzo acts like he's untouchable, but underneath all that bravado, the fear is there. I've seen it. Killing him wouldn't be as complicated as people think—handling the aftermath, well, that's a different story. But nothing I haven't dealt with before.
Roman tilts his head, staring at me with an expression that says he's trying to figure out how serious I am. After a moment, his gaze shifts, and he asks, "What about Oslov? Has he sent any more threats to Celestine?"
The mention of Celestine makes something clench inside me, but I keep my voice even. "No. The threats stopped after that package."
Her name leaves a bitter taste in my mouth. I need her home. I said some stupid shit. I fucked up, and I can't get it out of my head. It's like an itch I can't scratch.
Roman gives me a knowing look but doesn't push. He never does when it comes to her. I run a hand along my jaw, feeling the tension settle there as I think about the mess I've made.
I never did relationships. Hell, I barely slept with the same woman twice. It was simple, no strings, no drama—just a bit of fun. Until her.
Celestine turned everything upside down. And now I'm sitting here, realizing I can't go back to the way things were. I've never wanted anyone like this, never needed anyone like this—and I blew it.
I'm not good at admitting when I'm wrong, and even worse at groveling. But for her? I'd swallow my pride in a second.
