𝐏𝐔𝐑𝐄 𝐇𝐀𝐓𝐑𝐄𝐃 || 𝟏𝟖+

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Vincent

She was gone. She had to go and hide, away from me. But why? Because she was afraid that I would do the same thing to her? I was different, she knew that. She knew and she still left. My life was taken. I'll find her no matter how far, how deadly, how long, I will find my life.

Her beautiful ginger hair always smelled like a flower. The flower she loved. Blue spider lilies. So rare that the flower is. That's how rare my love is. For her she's everything. Without her, she's my missing rare love. Aria. I will find you and bring you back, my wife.

We vowed the words I'll never forget you said to me. You understood me when no one did. Your beautiful hazel eyes, with tears streaming down your rosy cheeks. My hand wiping them and hugging you so tight. You didn't care and hugged me back. You told me you'd stay by my side. I believed you because I knew you couldn't leave. But I was completely wrong I wish I had hugged you so tight that you couldn't even leave.

I was wrong to think I'd have you by my side. The soft smile that you always gave me, with those dimples that I saw each time. I smiled and I even wanted to engrave you in me. The paintings you made when you told me to make you a painting room. It's locked up. The ray of sunshine that was there each time you sat on that stool. Your hair was so vibrant that I wish you were a statue. So I could observe you so many times.

The paint that was always on your fingertips, arms, face, and even on your clothes. You always hummed when you painted. I would stay standing near the doorway. I always escaped my duties to watch you. The wind would be so nice your hair moved. The smell of paint was all over the room. Paintbrushes in so many jars, an empty canvas, the canvas you finished all over the room. Now it's locked away. No sight of you on that stool.

I refuse to let anyone go in that room. No one was allowed to go near that room. But there is an important detail. I remember the picture I took of you on my camera that I had since I was in my early teens. So many pictures of just you. I had someone make a huge portrait of you. I hung it up in the main living area where everyone could see and admire it...

Many things changed but I remained calm. Sort of. When I found out you were gone I broke anything I saw. Vases, cups, plates, decorations. My father's men tried to hold me down but I fought them. I grieved for you to come in my arms. To have your body in my presence but you weren't.

My father told me I was a foolish man. He slapped me and punched me. I didn't fight back I took it, I just wish he was wrong but he was completely right. Once he had enough he called in a servant to clean up the mess. I was lying on the floor blood all over the floor and my face. One shed of tears rolled down my cheek and never again did I cry. Ever again.

Gosh how much I regretted letting you wander anywhere you wanted to go. I should've told you to stay in that room. The room we loved to be in. The library. The amount of books you read each day. Each day you walked around reading a book if you weren't painting. What couldn't you do? You were the perfect girl. The perfect woman for me. Aria. Aria Parker. The woman I wish I could have right in front of me.

But now 11 years later and I still can't get a grasp of you. I'm close. But now I have to shoot this person in front of me. The works of being a dangerous person. I made sure there were bullets in the gun. I held the gun to their head and looked at him.

"Please. I have a wife and a daughter in school! I can't die.. not now!.." I looked at him with no sympathy and shot him. His body slammed onto the floor his blood slowly flowing around the floor. I looked to my right where my right-hand man was. Ethan Divisky. He sighed and looked at me.

"Should've shot him in the heart would've been more exciting." He shook his head and bent down to his knees and looked at the dead body, loud music could be heard, people, laughing, chuckling, talking. It was my casino. No longer my fathers. I had more on my name now that my father was no longer alive.

The man died by killing himself in front of me. I didn't flinch but I wasn't fazed either the man was a cheater, thief, liar, killer, a mafia. The memorial was just me and his men who stood by him since they were teens. He left everything to me. I didn't care about it I just wanted to kill that old bastard myself but he decided to shoot himself instead.

"Shut up Ethan, clean this up and come back with details." I put the gun behind my back in my pants and put my coat on. It was time to join everyone else. Ethan glanced at me and nodded he stood up and smiled.

"Have fun" he snickered. I looked at him not fazed by his weird personality. I don't know why I still have him by my side but I don't want him to leave my side ever. I left the room heading down some stairs then opening the door. There were two bodyguards guarding the door I just opened. They moved aside and let me walk through. I then went up to the VIP area and a servant quickly handed me a drink.

I sat down and watched how everyone was gambling their money away. So dumb to think they do this for fun, gaining money and then losing it. It's hilarious to me that they think they'll ever have ownership. I stood up and looked at everyone. Someone caught my eye. Ginger hair. Long and beautifully curled. I froze and she turned. It wasn't you. Fuck.

I was confusing each woman that had ginger hair to you. You fucked me up so that I can't even look away from each woman that has ginger hair I look at them and even run after them. Each one of them is not being you. Aria. Your ginger hair is so unique that I could never find the right person each time I think it's you. But I already knew that it wasn't. But I had hope. The stupid hope I wish that it was you.

All I want is to find you and cage you. I want you to know that I need you. But you don't need me, do you? I clenched on the cup I had in my hand. I drank the whiskey and set it down. I wasn't going to wait anymore. I'm going to find you and bring you back. Forever in my arms. Caged like a beautiful white dove. I'll find you Aria. Me and you will be reunited that you'd never want to leave.

Just like the old days when you'd wake me up, you'd help me get dressed and eat. You'd be in the library with those glasses of yours that you wore each time you read. The beautiful skirts you wore that were so long but so gorgeous on you. Your hair was so long that it reached down your hips. You took great care of your hair. I always enjoyed touching your hair each time I had the chance to.

When you weren't looking I'd take pictures of you. Or each time I was in training I'd think of people who would dare to hurt you and shoot them and you'd come running to me crying and thanking me. I wanted to be the only person for you. I would've killed for you. I would've died for you. But you took that as a game. Not caring about my feelings. I always had visions of you carrying a child of mine. You smiling and carrying the baby in your arms.

The baby looks like both of us. I wanted to start our own family Aria. But you just had to vanish from me. How long did you want to play this game? I already said I was close to finding you but in truth I knew where you were. New York City. What a shitty place to be in. I give you that I never saw you as a city person. But I guess I never knew you.

I knew so much of you, now I know so little of you. 11 years without you by my side but I won't let you escape once I have you by my side.

In the end, I had the sources, Aria, and I knew your every move. Just wait, my little dove, I'll capture you soon.

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First Chapter done I hope you like it!

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