This story is the sequel of my work Beauty and her Beast. Read it first before reading this part!!
Mary has left Nikolai and Alex in the hospital. Nobody knows about her whereabouts. She is as invisible as air around them.
So close yet so far . .
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Twenty-eight.
Twenty-nine.
Thirty.
Thirty-one
Thump
Shit.
I cannot hold it all in anymore. I need Mary. I cannot breathe properly.
I sighed and sat down on the floor all the while pulling my hairs out. Why do I've to ruin my chances? Why do I have to hurt her in the past? Why? She was the only breath of fresh air. Why do I have to destroy everything good? Why?
All this hopelessness is killing me. I need to have her in my arms, to make her feel the Queen she is. I've to apologize to her for being a d*ck to her. I wish she just gave me one chance. All I'm asking from her is a single chance to let me reprimand all that I've done in the past.
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I had never seen Boss like this. He is dying inside. I've to do something. But what exactly? I cannot make Mary to talk to him. No. Not after today. I do not want to make her angrier.
"Jousha?" I turned to find Henry. He is one to the trusted men the Boss has.
"Yeah?" I asked looking back at the man who is my Boss and Lord of Russian Mafia.
"Boss is not fine. What do you say? We go to Madame and make her talk to Boss. She can yell all she wants but at least she will be here." Henry was too worried for his Boss's sanity.
That man needs his Queen, his life. HE will surely get mad if he didn't get her.
"You've seen what she is capable of doing today." I said and sighed. Never in a million years would I had thought that the sweet and friendly girl will be vivacious and brutal killer in just the time span of 4 years.
Mary . . What had you done to yourself .
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This cold water is not helping me sooth my already jumbled up nerves and thoughts.
You killed that man with your own bare hands, Mary.
I just asked you to not kill him.
I gave you everything and just asked you to not kill him.
Fuck!!!!!
I gripped my hairs and pulled them with much force so I can understand the gravity and magnitude of the problem I'm in. What have I done? Dave is right. All he asked from me was not to kill. Yet I killed him, nonetheless.
