"𝘏𝘰𝘸 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘴𝘰 𝘦𝘷𝘪𝘭 𝘣𝘦 𝘴𝘰 𝘨𝘰𝘰𝘥? 𝘚𝘰 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘴, 𝘺𝘦𝘵 𝘴𝘰 𝘧𝘶𝘭𝘭 𝘰𝘧 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴 "
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ALLYN POV:
I felt a bright light pierce my eyes, causing me to slowly open them. It took me a few seconds to adjust, everything I see is blurry, like I was drunk or drugged.
Panic gripped my whole body after the reality hit me. The moment I looked around the room and realized it was a place unfamiliar to me.
I was trapped in a big, luxuriously furnished room painted in cream white, and to my right, I can see big windows with a beautiful view outside of a large garden full of flowers. I don't know this place.
My heart was pounding against my chest, panic was pressing my lungs as I was breathing heavily walking around the room, but the moment I tried to leave the room I realized the door was locked. Okay I'm not only panicked, I'm fucking scared.
Memories slowly came back to my mind as I hold back my breath.
Men dressed in all black burst into the apartment with weapons. I remember Lydia crying out loud in pain when they shot her. I remember how loudly I screamed her name before an arm wrapped around me, putting a towel over my mouth, and then everything went black.
I don't know how long I was unconscious, which made my panic even bigger. Is this how I'm gonna die? What will these people do to me? What do they want from me?
Just when I felt like I was going to pass out again from all the stress and thoughts that were haunting my mind, the door unlocked and a woman dressed in black and white uniform stepped into the room. Brown chocolate short hair, small body. She looked like she was in her mid-thirties. The unknown woman lifted her head, looking at me with her brown eyes, placing her hands in front of her body.
"Come with me, miss" she said in a soft voice "He's expecting you"
''No" I snapped almost instantly, my heart about to stop any second. I don't want to die. And who the fuck is he?
"You have nothing to fear, miss" she said as if reading my mind. There was a sweet sincere smile on her lips "Nobody here is gonna harm you"
"I don't believe you"
"Let me prove it to you" she urged me with the same big soft smile on her face "Just come with me"
Apparently, I was still drugged or I am really stupid because I still decided to follow her to most likely certain death. It was the only way out of this damn room so I didn't have much of a choice anyway.
As I followed her, looking around the big house I was locked in, I cursed myself realizing that these might be my last moments in this world because I can't seem to find a way to escape. Every door was guarded by men dressed in all black. They will probably shoot me the second I try to escape.
The only thought that makes me feel a little bit better is that even if they kill me, I will find peace because I will be able to see my Father again in heaven. I can even feel a small smile settling on my lip's just thinking about it.
The woman stopped in front of a big black door, in front of which there were two men dressed in all black, guards most likely. They looked me up and down a few times with an appraising cold look. The woman in front of me nodded at them as they shifted their gaze to me again, not saying a word.
After feels like a decade they moved away from the door, making way for me. The woman turned back to look at me with an encouraging smile, inviting me with gestures to enter the room. Okay, I guess I'm gonna die for real.
I can feel my heartbeat in my ears, both adrenaline and fear had taken over my body, while I pressed the door handle with a trembling hand. I'm afraid to see who's waiting for me behind these doors.
I expected the worst behind this door, but instead, my eyes met a man somewhere in his mid-40s, walking around the room nervously, and as soon as he heard that he was no longer alone, he stopped, lifting his head. I can tell he has a cold, dead gaze but it softened the moment his eyes met mine. His face is pale like he's just seeing a ghost, but eventually, a relieved smile settled on his lips.
At first look, I can say that I don't know this man. I have never seen him in my life. But he stared at me, without saying a word, his eyes were glued to me as if he knows who I am. Suddenly the air in the room became too small for both of us.
''Allyn'' he spoke out of nowhere in a fragile broken voice, taking a few steps towards me. I expected him to hit me or do something bad, but instead he pulled me close to him, hugging me. I was shocked, my body refused to function properly as I stayed stunned ''It really is you''
He was keeping me close in his arms, caressing my hair as if he was afraid that if he let me go I will be gone. What the fuck is happening?
My body refuses to react and pushes him away from fear that if I do, he might kill me. I don't know who this man is and what he's capable of.
After what felt like ages he pulled back, taking my little face in his hands, studying it to the last detail with a big smile on his face, almost ready to cry. He didn't seem like a man who cries often.
His gaze was pure, gentle, sincere, and broken as he stared at me. My inner instinct told me that this man won't hurt me and I don't know if I'm stupid to trust it but I did.
"You're finally home" he whispered caressing my cheeks, resting his forehead on mine, heaving a sigh of relief as if a weight had been lifted from his chest
I'm finally home? What?
I pulled away from him slightly, I'm sure he could see the confusion written on my face. He respected that I wanted distance for which I was thankful.
"I'm sure you're confused" he began
''Damn right I am'' I snapped, my voice angrier than I wanted it to sound. I don't know where I got the strength to do that. I'm really stupid "You kidnapped me"
"No, I saved you" he corrected me with an even more confused expression
"Look, you have some mistake" I said. "You are confusing me with someone, I don't belong here." I can feel how close I was to cry "Please let me go"
"No I don't make mistakes, your place is here, Allyn" he assured me taking a step towards me again but I stepped back and he raised his hands giving me space "I know it's confusing and shocking to you but I promise you I can explain everything."
"I don't want to listen, I just want to go home" I blurted out
''You will need time, I understand that'' he nodded, the lines on his forehead more visible as he narrowed his eyes ''But you should know that you are safe here''
"How am I supposed to believe you?" I raised my voice "I don't even know you. I don't know your name"
I saw a hint of sadness cross his eyes but he quickly covered it up "My name is Mikael"
This name is not helping me with anything, no matter how hard I try to think of a moment to associate this name with, it just doesn't work.
''I don't know you'' I said honestly
"I know" he sighed in a slightly hurt voice "I wish things had turned out differently"
"I don't get what the hell you are talking about" I said out of breath "I'm sure you've mistaken me for someone else"
He shakes his head, sighing heavily before sitting down on the leather couch, inviting me to do the same.
"I think you should sit down for this one"
MADDOX POV:
My lips crashed against hers, feeling her sweat taste in my mouth. I was kissing her with everything I have, I was holding her so fucking close, like a trophy I don't want to lose.
"Maddox" she moaned my name so sweet and seductive as my lips left wet spots down her neck. I wanted to have every part of her little sinful body surrounded to me.
Her hands touched my body, lighting it up on fire. She has no fucking idea the effect she has on me.
She was moaning my name so hard as my fingers worked her pussy so violently. She like this just as much as I do.
She didn't last long before she came hard on my fingers, screaming my name, her nails digging into my skin as her tongue was playing against mine.
Allyn kissed me one last time, before resting her forehead against mine, her cheeks red from her orgasm and her eyes sad staring at me.
"Why you had to do this?" She whispered, almost crying in my arms "You left me"
My heart dropped to my knees as I heard her broken voice. I kissed her again but this time she didn't kiss me back. She was numb.
"Everything is your fault " her nails digging into my skin, her eyes watering with tears "I'm gone because of you"
I hit the punching bag in front of me, again and again and again. Repeating the same cycle for the last 20 minutes.
Punch after punch after punch. I could feel blood pouring from my bruised hands, but the pain only made me hit harder and harder.
Every time I take a breath or close my eyes for a moment, I see her damn face. Allyn was haunting me in every fucking way possible. I have this fucking nightmare every fucking day since she was taken away and it's eating me alive.
I want to feel so much pain, I want to fucking die because even if it's just a dream I know she was right. I was supposed to protect her. I was her bodyguard and I fucked everything up. She's gone because of me. For the first time, I felt this big blank hole in my soul and I felt fucking helpless, and I don't like this shit.
If only I could go back in time. I would never leave her side. None of this would have happened if I was there.
But I wasn't. And it happened. She's fucking gone.
And now we can't track her, we don't know where they took her. It was as if she had disappeared from the face of the earth.
I spent so much money trying to find her behind my family's back. They have no fucking idea how much blood I spilled while trying to find her. I paid a big amount of money to the best tracking men in the world and still nothing. They were useless, that's why they are dead now.
Hit after hit after hit.
"I think you need some rest" I heard Angelo's voice behind me but that didn't stop me to land another punch. I can see my blood on the punching bag.
"Your hands are bleeding"
"You're face will be bleeding if you don't shut the fuck up"
"Lydia woke up" he said, ignoring my statement. I stopped hitting the bag, giving him my attention "The surgery went well and she will be fine. She is resting now"
I just nodded, sitting on the nearby bench, covered in sweat. When I looked down at my hands, the sight was ugly. Blood, lots of blood, and bruises. That's what I deserve, even more.
"Our father has hired new people who will try to track Allyn" Just at the mention of her name I felt rage enveloping my body "She can't be that far away"
"You're delusional" I mumbled leaning back "We won't find her"
I tried on my own and I failed.
I know she's somewhere where she belongs. I know she's supposed to be there but I am a greedy man and I need her here. She has no fucking idea how much I need her here.
She can't just make me fucking feel something in my dead soul and after that just disappear taking it away with her. I felt a big ugly hole inside me, and I don't like that shit. I feel weak, she makes me feel fucking weak, and weakness is a poison that will finish me sooner or later.
I was more than fine for 25 years without feeling anything, I didn't fucking need it now. Why she had to do this to me?
"I need to get her back " my brother said almost desperately and I just chuckled darkly shaking my head, sweat falling from it.
"Get her back?" I shook my head "You know you can't do that" I mumbled standing up and grabbing a towel and wiping my sweat "Maybe it's for the best. They got what they want''
I was lying to him, as much as I was lying to myself. I was being fucking delusional.
"You know that now that they have her, the war is just beginning" he said through gritted teeth and I nodded unfazed
"This is our father's problem, not ours" I reminded him, he clenched his jaw. I was right as much as I doesn't want to believe it. If it wasn't for my fucking father and the stupid things he did, my life would never have intertwined with hers and everything would have been fine, but as always he manages to ruin my life in every possible way.
''Well at least now you don't have to marry her anymore'' I smiled fatly, it was some kind of relief to me ''You can fuck your whores in peace''
And I don't have to watch him with her for the rest of my miserable life.
"I was fine with marrying her" his words made me stop in my tracks and look at him. I hope it's now written on my face how much I want to hit him right now.
"Why?" I ask flatly
He stayed silent.
"Don't tell me you fell in love with her" I asked knowing I hardly wanted to know the answer to that fucking question
"No of course not" he replied almost immediately, I felt relief "But I liked her. She was different from all the whores I've met"
Damn right, she is.
The ironic shit is that I can say the same thing as my brother.
"You better forget about her" I snapped wanting to drop the subject knowing I should forget about her too "We have other issues to deal with"
"I'll find her"
"Don't expect me to help you with that." I left the room before he even had a chance to ask me again.
She's haunting me, no matter how much I tried to push her out of my mind. Her touch, the feeling of her against me, her smell, her laugh, her eyes. Everything about her is still so fresh, so alive in my memory and it's killing me inside.