Heart of Stone - Stone and Fire #1 [17+] (REWRITING)

Chapter 35

got a 70 on my physics test r u proud of me. im not cuz my guy bsf got a 90 when he is the dumbest piece of shit ive ever met. 

im also secretly in love w him.

oop time to switch gears

TW: Suicide, SA, mention of rape, assault, blood, GRAPHIC violence, non-consensual blood + knife play

Note: This chapter is exactly why I had many trigger warnings at the beginning of the book, it is very harsh content so if you can't handle any of the things above, don't even attempt to read this chapter.

If you don't end up listening to that 2x bolded warning and report this book, fuck you.

Adriana's POV

Cold. 

Danger.

Petrov.

My sixth sense swoops in, whispering notes of urgency and warning when I open my eyes and see a bright white light.

Am I in heaven?

It's blinding, making my head ache until I have no choice but to shut my eyes again. 

No, not heaven.

Heaven would mean there wasn't a thick rope bounding my arms behind a wooden chair, or a tighter one around my legs and abdomen.

Hell it is.

My throat is dry, my wrists ache from the wet sting around them, and the back of my head feels like it's being pounded by a metal pick every second. 

Once again, I tried to open my eyes, slower to adjust to the light encompassing the room. Then I realize I was looking at the ceiling, at a small light bulb that didn't seem so bright anymore. 

"Ugh.." My neck rolled down and forward as I examined myself with blurred vision. Same clothes, same body, but the feeling of utter dread- I couldn't escape it. It filled the warehouse-like room and fed into my deepest, darkest fears, like in a way, my nightmares were coming true.

Racking my brain, the memories come in waves. 

The open window. One of Petrov's masked men. Stabbing the bitch in his thigh. 

I wasn't usually one for consequences, but maybe they would've been a little nicer if I hadn't made that move. 

Just kidding, you piece of shit. 

I was fucked. Utterly, conformably fucked, and-

Nikolas.

Fuck. Nikolas. His image lit up my eyes, breaking through the fog, and a heavy weight slammed into my chest. 

He wasn't here.

Where did he say he went- some meeting with Mikhail? But it'd been for the guards, which made sense. The intruders took their chance, swept me up off my feet, and- shit. Lev and Vik. They were home too, and that meant they could be hurt. Or worse, dead. Because of me.

Fuck, fuck, fuck.

I tug on my ropes, but whoever had tied me up had to have a goddamn degree in this shit because I couldn't move one. Inch.

The panic rolled through me, slowly, but I forced it down, just like every other emotion that threatened to rise out of me like an avalanche.

Not the time.