❝Addiction could've been better if it was a cocaine and not him ❞
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Damian Romanova was a man of his words and it wasn't as disturbing as the moment when he crashed into my bedroom accidentally or maybe it just looked like...
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It's midnight already and I'm still in a turmoil- if I should call Mr Romanova or not. After I had asked Natalie to give me her dad's number, I was hell bent on calling and confronting him right after Asher gained consciousness. And if not, I might also barg inside his building and yell at him.
I glance at the number displayed on the screen which I had saved with Mr Romanova.
Shoving away all the hesitancy, I finally text him despite being aware that he might not respond me or must have been asleep.
"Whatever you did was SO SO Wrong"
My phone beeps with a notification and I feel my heart beat getting faster seeing his a text from him after mine.
"Is he alive?"
His question only makes me frown, why wouldn't he be alive?
"He gained his consciousness. And in a week he'll be better"
After my text, I see the dots appearing and I am left with utter shock
"My bad"
Is that how he apologise? Hell with that!! Because right now even apology doesn't work.
The next I do is very unexpected of me but either way I call him. After a few rings when I think of call going unanswered, he answers it.
I suck in a deep shaky breath before letting out and saying-
"Just because you are Natalie's dad, I respect you"
I don't get an answer from his side and I sense the silence for a long minute so I assume the call is ended but to my surprise he speaks in his cold deadly voice which I heard when he wished me birthday.
"And how would you disrespect me Liana?" I am taken aback with his question but my attention goes on the way my name comes from his mouth.
As if it's made for him to chant.
Fuckkk!!
I grit my teeth and get a hold on myself.
"Asher is suffering because of you and if something happens-
"I'll make sure he doesn't suffer much. Since the hospital you took him at, is the one I own"
Dread fills inside me and I shudder hearing his words.
"Would you hurt him?" I ask leaning on the couch, before I fell.
"Does it concerns you?"
"Very much" The answer comes out without a second thought. I can't see Asher getting hurt. Never.
