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"Hi." I muttered as I walked into the shooting room.

"Hi." He said putting the safety on. "How are you feeling?"

"Angry, hurt, disappointed. I can't understand what's wrong with her." I said moving to sit on top of the metal table beside the wall. "I told her everything. She should know that-"

I paused, not being able to wrap my head around the fact that Nickolas obviously knew about my relationship with Kaden but never said anything about it.

"And s-she cried for me. She pretended to be mad when I told her. And she was faking it this whole time." I angrily wiped the tears that couldn't stop coming out, and jumped down and started pacing slowly around the room with the envelope and the necklace still in my hands.

I took a deep breath to stop myself from rambling, because I know I could be going for hours because I honestly don't know how to express my disappointment and anger.

"Let it out." I heard him say. "Are you hurt because of him?"

I couldn't help but make a face, as if this was the most absurd thing I've ever heard.

"I don't care who he has relationships with." I blurted out and he bit on my tongue as he looked at me. "But she betrayed me. She was supposed to be my best friend. I don't know why she would get involved with him. And I want to know for how long this has been going on."

I buried my face in my hands in shame, when I felt my eyes burning.

"Two years." I heard him say and I looked at him confused. "Whatever thing they have, has been going on for two years."

I closed my eyes tightly and placed a hand on the table when I felt myself feeling dizzy. I felt my tears tickle my cheek and I closed my eyes even more, as if it would push them back.

Two years.

Kaden and I have been married for 5 months. So, they knew each other, and she has been pretending for longer than I thought.

I jumped slightly when I felt a warm hand on my back. I opened my eyes and looked up at Nickolas. My whole body tensed up and I almost took a step back when he lifted a hand to my face.

He paused for a second before placing a hand on my cheek and I let out a small breath briefly closing my eyes. I almost unconsciously leaned against his touch before looking back at him.

"Don't cry for people who are not worth it." He said running his thumb across my cheek to wipe the trail left by my tears.

I looked into his eyes and I don't know if I should feel good or be scared at how comfortable I was with him. I almost forgot about what I was angry about. All I wanted right now was to be closer to him, and that was a danger zone for me.

I took a small step back tightened my hold on the things I forgot I was still holding.

"How did you know?" I asked placing the brown envelope on the table before placing the necklace on top of it.

"I always know what people who work for me do." He said eyeing the necklace. "Who gave you that?"

"Samantha." I said furrowing my eyebrows as he grabbed the necklace.

"This is not a pearl." He said pulling out a pocket knife making me instantly take a step back.

I looked at him curiously as he placed the knife in the middle of the necklace and my heart dropped when he pulled the pearl out I saw wires attached to it.

"Microphones." He said cutting the wires before placing the pearls on the table and used the handled to break it and I feel dizzy when I saw the tiny chip inside. "And a tracking device."

Oh my God.

Nickolas broke the chip before dropping it on the floor and I took deep breaths trying to calm my breathing.

So not only Kaden knows where I am but he knows I'm talking to Nickolas. And the more I thought about it, the more I asked myself if all of this was worth it. I already took five classes with Frieda. But what exactly am I going to use for? To fight Kaden for the rest of my life?

My father is doing so much better. Why would I ruin everything now?

He could stop taking care of my father because I lied to him. I can't have that.

Not right now.

"What are you thinking about?"

"I- I shouldn't be here."

He took a step forward making me to take one back. "Why not?"

I gulped pointing at the necklace that was now in pieces. "A microphone and a t-tracking device." I said and clenched my teeth before swallowing my tears as the words left my mouth.

What is he gonna do when he comes back?

I don't know what is wrong with me.

On one hand, I don't want to care and just to tell Kaden to go to hell. But on the other hand, I can't have my father stop his treatment.

That's not an option.

And then there was Nickolas who was his boss, who does all these things for me, and I don't know why.

"People don't do things out of kindness, they always want something." And my mother's voice had to pop in my head at this moment.

But I would be stupid to just accept Nickolas' help without being suspicious.

If I can't turn to Samantha or my mother. How can I just trust a man I just met?

"What kind of boss are you?" I asked taking a small step away from him.

"I told you."

"What? The mafia?" I asked tiredly and he just looked at me, not saying anything. "If you work for the mafia pe-"

He shook his head at me. "I don't work for anyone."

"Okay. But you're too nice to be that. I mea-" I stopped my sentence and frowned slightly looking at his face, not really knowing how to explain my point.

He is nice, but I don't know a lot about him. And I don't know if I should be worried about that, or not.

"You are nice." I repeated lowly.

"Don't hold on to that idea." He said seriously taking a gun before placing it on the table in front of me. "For your own sake."

"You bought me flowers." I said, silently praying that he would show an emotion that would confirm what I said.

"I don't know what you're talking about." He said leaning against the wall. "Do I look like a man who would just buy flowers?"

I shook my head half agreeing with him. "You don't. But I know it was you."

He smirked when I crossed my arms over my chest. "How are you so sure?"

"I just know. Are you going to deny it?" I asked.

"Grab the gun, Maya."

I narrowed my eyes slightly focusing on his face. "So, it was you."

"I don't know what you're talking about." He said pushing the gun closer to me.

I looked down at the weapon and I realized that it wasn't the same one from the last time. The last one had a white line on the handle. And that added more questions in my head.

How many of these does he have?

People don't just randomly own shooting rooms, right? They just don't give orders to men. They don't just change security in their employees' home? And they don't just know when there's a microphone or a tracking device in a jewelry.

"But a-are you really serious about the mafia thing, or are you just joking?" I couldn't help but ask again.

It's not something that you would just believe, right?

"I'm serious."

"So, you've killed people?" I asked, mentally slapping myself.

What kind of question is that?

"Yes."

I nodded with a gulp. "How many?"

"I don't know." He answered and I felt a tightness in my chest.

He doesn't know?

"Why?"

"Either because they were against us or because they betrayed me." He said grabbing the gun from the table before placing it in my hand and I nervously bit on my lower lip.

"And you don't feel remorse?" I asked and he looked into my eyes.

"I did the first time, but not anymore." He said so casually that I bit the inside of my cheek to keep my thoughts to myself.

"Kaden is a part of it too?"

"Yes."

I shakily placed the gun on the table. "Why are you helping me?"

"Because I can."

"That's not an answer. If you're expecting something from me, then you can tell me now. I- I don't have money to give."

"I don't want your money."

"Then what?"

He didn't say anything so I took a step and went to grab my things.

He never answers question, and now it is starting to scare me knowing what he does. I don't know what he's gonna ask from me, and I don't have anything to give.

"If you don't want to have a child with me, then you're pretty much useless to me. I can just let all my men have their turn with you, right? You're my thing, aren't you? Your mother practically sold you to me."

No. It can't be.

I cleared my throat lightly before taking a step back. "I- I need to go home."

"Why?"

"I just want to go."

"Okay. Mike will take you. Don't miss your class with Frieda tomorrow." He said and I quickly grabbed my purse before practically running toward the door. "Maya." He called and I stopped to look at him. "You wanted to know, I told you, but it is not something you can talk about." He said in a serious tone.

I stared at his face, and again his face was expressionless, there was nothing I could take from it, so I just nodded and quickly walked out.

****

The car ride was silent as usual, but I couldn't help but stealing glances at Mike once in a while. I wasn't scared for some weird reason, but I couldn't help but feel uneasy, a weird feeling creeping to my chest.

I breathed hard while leaning my head back. I've been surrounded by the mafia men all this time without even knowing.

The mafia.

What exactly did my mother get me into? Does she know what Kaden does?

If Nickolas is Kaden's boss. Then how dangerous is he really? Even if he's helping me, he was telling me everything so casually. What else does he do apart from killing?

Kaden is scared of him for a reason. And I was letting myself get closer to him when he could be more violent than Kaden.

But it's not really the same thing, is it?

He is nice. I kept repeating that, but I am really trying to convince myself because I actually like his company. I have with him the most normal conversations that I've had in years. And now I don't know how normal they're gonna be.

He kills people. Can he really be nice while killing people? And shouldn't I be worried too?

Why am I not more worried?

What I know for sure is that he didn't hide it from me. And what he has been doing is the exact opposite of what Kaden and Samantha did to me.

Nickolas didn't lie, and he never judged me. And with him I actually feel like I have a choice with everything I do. I don't feel trapped.

I may have lost my mind, but that's all I want to judge him on right now. I should care about what he does, and I care. But at the same time, I don't want to. I just want to look past what he told me. But how long will I be able to do that?

I've definitely lost my mind.

I looked back at Mike and spoke before I could stop myself. "Mike?"

"Yes ma'am."

"Can we go back, please?"

"Of course." He nodded before making a U-turn.

I only played with my fingers on the way back, wondering what I was doing. I should be going back home. I should forget about all this and go back to my normal routine.

But I didn't like that idea at all.

What the hell am I doing? Why would I want to get myself in a mess like that?

Kaden is part of it. You were already in this mess.

The car stopped in front of the short building again and I got out after thanking Mike. I walked to the door taking my phone to tell Nickolas to open the door but I heard the click as I stood in front of it.

Why am I surprised? I thought shoving my phone back in purse before opening the door walking in.

I silently went to the shooting room, and I heard gunshots coming from inside. I opened the metal door and walked in. Nickolas glanced back at me as I closed the door.

"You said you didn't want money, and I believe you. I don't know why you're helping me and what you just told me makes me think harder." I said shifting nervously.

"Well you need to stop thinking so hard. And you came back faster than I expected." He said placing the gun down.

"You knew I would come back?" I asked again, feeling more nervous that I've never been around him.

"Here." He looked down as he handed me the gun again, and I looked at it suspiciously.

"Are you doing all this to get me in your organization? Because I don't think I-"

"Grab the gun, Maya." He said with a sigh, and I smiled lightly grabbing it. "You're way too relaxed after what I told you."

"I am not relaxed." I shook my head turning to take my heels off before looking at him. "But you're not gonna hurt me, are you?"

He didn't answer and just looked at me again. I just shrugged, now noticing that he mostly doesn't answer when the answer is something good.

"I'm not going to work for you, Nickolas."

"I don't want you to work for me, because you care, and that's not a good thing in this business." He said pointing at one of the targets. "Go ahead."

In this business.

Why am I not running away?

Maybe my common sense is gone because of what I found out about Samantha. I'll maybe come to my senses tomorrow.

Yes. Definitely. I nodded to myself before pointing the gun at the target.

** Third Person **

"That little bitch is fucking my boss." Kaden snapped on the phone as his other hand fisted into his hair.

"W-What?" Sam stuttered on the other line, only intensifying his anger.

"I fucking heard them together before that son of a bitch broke the chip. And you couldn't even fucking know that, because you're that fucking useless." He growled clenching his hand around the phone.

"She didn't want to tell me anything Kaden. She was lying to me. It's not my fault. I-I'm sorry, baby. Just calm down. I would never cheat on you." She said trying to calm him, but it was no use.

"Shut the fuck up! She's gonna pay for this. If she thinks Orsini is a man she can fuck with, then she's even more stupid than I thought." He hissed.

"Can't you just leave her? Let her deal with her family's problems alone. You are too good to her, baby."

"I want you to go see her and see how she reacts to you." Kaden said clenching his jaw in anger.

"What are you gonna do?"

"Just do as I fucking say. If she thinks marriage is a joke, she doesn't know what's coming to her." He snarled before hanging up.

He groaned throwing his phone as he felt anger invade him completely.

She was his. She belonged to him and she just thought it would be a good idea to spread her legs to his boss. And again, he didn't even know why he was surprised, she was a fucking minx, and that's why they never got along.

That son of a bitch wanted to fuck his wife. That's why he said that she couldn't go with him.

And the more he thought of it, the more he realized that Orsini must have the one blocking his calls, before changing all the men around his property.

What gives him the right?

She is his. How dare she thinks she can give what's his to another man?

She is mine. He thought grabbing his phone and keys before angrily walking out of the hotel room with only one thought in mind.