Dear All,

here comes a new chapter of "Fallen for an Angel" and I very much apologise for the long wait, but I really had no time in the past month. Too many things together. Sorry for the wait. But I have for you a very long chapter :-) Also, I will reply to all of your messages, thanks for your incredible patience and love!

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ENNA POV:

That man called Ruslan forced us to board on a small, private jet and it was clear that he was someone to not provoke lightly. I had no idea how we left the country without many problems or without anybody checking us, but if I understood what kind of world my love came from, this man had probably bribed the right persons and had the right connections. For most of the flight he simply rested, apparently sleeping, but as soon as I tried to move as the restraints on my wrists were painful, biting on my flesh, he stood up, grabbed my hair viciously, forcing my head to snap back and to stare at him, and he threatened me with a very sharp knife.

"Don't get funny ideas or else I will already have some fun with you. For a man you look very fuckable, you know?" He spoke with a very hard accent and I couldn't understand all of his words, but it didn't matter: the message was clear and I sure didn't wish to die here or to get touched by such man. He understood I was a man after some time he had kidnapped us and for a while he enjoyed tossing vulgar jokes at me, but as I gave him no response, he soon stopped it. He looked even worse and more violent than Michael.

Nevertheless, in that moment I felt no fear.

I moved my gaze to him and felt nothing, only deep hatred for what he had done to my dear friend, for how he had killed her so mercilessly. She hadn't deserved that end and why she had to pay for this? Why she had to pay for our mistakes? I stared at that man that looked like killing was his favourite activity and for a moment I felt the impulse to hit him, but to what end? My body was empty and it moved around like some marionette, without knowing who actually pulled my strings. I looked into those murderous eyes and they didn't scare me.

His words didn't scare me and if he dared to touch me, I would kill him the first occasion I was going to have.

The death of my friend broke something inside of me and I knew I wasn't going to be the same anymore. But it also awakened something in me completely that I felt only when my love killed Michael. I knew that I needed Roman and that only Roman was going to give me back that lost piece of myself, even though that piece was never going to be the same. It would always be chipped and dented. It would always remind me of the loss of my dearest friend and of my incapability to do anything to prevent it.

Roman was also going to be the only one that would understand what had changed in me, the fact that I felt the need to kill that murderous monster with my hands, and that somehow, the thought did not scare me nor shock me.

"What is it? You did lose your words, ha?" He tried to taunt me, but I felt nothing, even when he leaned closer and went to touch my face, wanting to grab my chin. I coldly stared at his hand slowly moving on my face and then my eyes set firm on his.

"If you will ever touch me or do something to me against my will, I will kill you the moment you will show your back to me," I said with a voice that I couldn't recognize as my own. It was hard, cold and very distant. And it meant every single word that it had spoken. Yes, if that man ever tried to set his filthy and murderous hands of me, I was going to kill him, even with my own hands and no regret would have weighted down on me.

Yes, only my Roman would ever understand this.

"What did you say, little bitch? Do you realize in which place you are?" He leered closer and I could feel his revolting breath on my face, but I didn't flinch or pulled back. I stood there, never letting my eyes drop down. This man had killed Priya and he wanted to kill my Roman. "You know, I fucked another little bitch like you for some time, a man. Not very bad, really. But I think you will be better, ha? Because if that son of a bitch of Roman loves you, as that other bitch says, well...you must be good in bed, right?" He wasn't speaking empty menaces and I could tell that this man would actually do what he was talking about, but...I felt nothing.

Yes, strangely enough I felt nothing, as if I had been emptied of all my emotions, fears, worries and everything else.

"I told you already: if you will touch me or harm me, I will kill you the moment you will turn your back to me," I promised him with firm voice and even Cillian turned to look at me, as if my words had waked him up from wherever he had gone since we had been forced on this private jet. The man called Ruslan pulled back, probably surprised by the tone of my voice, but then broke into a mad and malicious laugh.

"So it is true that that bastard with the stars likes a little bitch like you. I can see him fucking you and loving this side of you, but I will kill him. I will kill that son of a whore with my hands, do you know this? I will enjoy it," he continued to laugh in such vulgar and malicious way that I felt repulsed by him. Had Cillian really sided with these people and had he had the courage to speak against Roman?

Roman might have not been a saint and surely he had a dark past and life, but he stood on a completely different height and he couldn't be compared nor placed on the same level as these people. This man called Ruslan killed for pleasure and clearly held nothing like values or principles, differently than my love. The blade of the knife grazed the skin of my neck, as he let it pass on it, but I didn't pull back. Cillian went to say something, but he silenced him.

"One wrong move and I kill him." The person that used to be my other dearest friend, an older brother to me, sat back and looked like an empty shell. Yet, I felt neither pity nor sadness for him. "Now, I need to sleep, but I hear everything. So nothing strange, because I need you precious bitch, but not you," he said to Cillian and then went back to where he was sitting before.

Priya had been slaughtered in a brutal and ferocious way right in front of my eyes, Cillian had betrayed me in a way I would never be able to comprehend and forgive and Roman was in great danger, for I was going to be used to lure him out. Why should I have felt fear for myself? I felt nothing and strangely enough this man didn't scare me. I trusted my love and he would do everything in his power to eliminate this monster, but it was not only that. I had this sudden awareness that I wouldn't let him dare to touch me or bring further pain in my life. The only emotions left in my heart then were the unconditioned love for my Roman, fear for his life and a dark, violent resentment that never in my entire life had gripped my heart.

I shifted my eyes to the small window and saw the darkness outside, occasionally lights of the cities we flew over. By now I was sure dad already contacted Roman somehow, telling him what had happened to me and as I glanced at Cillian, looking pale and with glazed, empty eyes, I felt a deep anger roaring in my mind, wanting to make him pay for what he had done, but...but it slowly evaporated as another more devastating feeling excruciatingly ensnared my heart and guts.

Yes, Cillian had involved us in this situation, true, and he was indirectly responsible for the death of my beloved friend, but...but I also felt responsible. Why had I agreed to talk to him? I should have sent them home and maybe Priya would be still alive. I should have never talked to him and I thanked God that my father wasn't around or else he would be dragged into this, or far worse. Priya...the image of her being killed in such cruel way will never abandon me, the way her throat looked like a hideous and disfigured smile, blood spilling out of it, her last breaths of life...and I will always feel partially guilty for her death. She had no time to scream and I had no time to do anything.

I should have never agreed to talk to Cillian.

Never.

The flight seemed endless and the entire time I tried to plan the way to get myself free or how to not be used against Roman. The truth was that very little was in my power and the only thing I could do, was to keep my mouth close and avoid to give anything away. I had to observe what was happening and try to be ready when Roman would come for me. I concentrated my eyes on the darkness outside the window and told myself that we had to get out of this alive. We had to, because Roman and I had to live our life together. I would not let them destroy our dream and our future, and I would not let them destroy me any further, nor harm my love.

Cillian tried to talk to me, but I shut him up with a mere, cold glance and he understood it immediately. I felt guilty and responsible for the death of my friend more than I will ever be able to express and I felt lost, because I had no idea what was waiting for Roman and me in the future. But I also felt an almost frightening and very disturbing resentment and anger for that person that used to be like an older brother to me and that had betrayed me in a way that hurt beyond mere words. I would never forget that he also, indirectly, had been responsible for the death of Priya. That he indirectly wanted to get my Roman killed.

As I looked at that monster named Ruslan, I understood Roman more and more, and I understood why he had killed Michael in such cold-blooded way and how he must have felt. That demon had killed my friend and was planning to do the same with my love: there was a dark and very cold anger wrapping my heart and I knew that if I had the chance, I would not hesitate in pulling to trigger to end his life if it came to save and protect my Roman.

ROMAN POV – KIEV, UKRAINE

They should have not involved my angel. They should have not touched the only person I loved.

This marked the beginning of my personal war and they were all going to pay.

After I severed the blood-dripping head from the dead bastard and tossed it in a plastic bag, I reached Anton and he threw a surprised look at the bag I was holding in my right hand.

"What's that?" He enquired tilting up one brow in honest curiosity.

"A gift for our dear Danila. I need to act fast and I need to lure that woman here back to Kiev and the best way is to strike her precious, rich pet. I want her dead," I replied with a dreadful note of finality in my voice. She toyed with the wrong person and now she was also going to pay.

"Who called you before?" He asked, searching my face and reading the dangerous anger clearly burning in my eyes. It wasn't the same cold anger I had always experienced, the controlled and distant form of anger. It was burning in my blood and it demanded with violent bloodthirst for revenge and for death.

I felt like raising hell and challenging the Devil himself, for I knew that right then I would have erased every single demon or whatever evil creature would step in front of me.

Nothing was going to stop me now and nothing was going to get in my way.

I had to get Enna safely back to Ireland and I didn't care if that meant losing my life. I had promised him I would take care of myself and get back to him, but things changed and they changed for the worse; I was definitely going to try to keep that promise, as nothing would ever anymore make sense without my angel, but...but if worse came to worst, I would gladly give my tainted life for his. I would gladly renounce my dream of spending my life with him. Only his safety mattered in that moment to me and I cracked my neck as I mentally numbered the weapons and ammunitions I carried on me, quickly reviewing the steps I had to take, what I had to do, whom I had to kill.

It was enough to get that other sly vermin to talk, so to take that oligarch on his knees and put at end on his wrongly played part. Yet, I wanted more. I wanted them to pay painfully and violently.

"They have involved the only person I ever loved in my entire damned life," I replied sincerely, given there was no reason to deny the fact.

Enna was going to be taken here and that had been the last thing I had expected. I didn't want him to see the world I was involved with his own eyes and to feel it on his skin, and I sure didn't want anyone of my organization know about the existence of my Enna. Without doubts Anton was going to see him, but he wasn't the one I worried about, as something else left me restless in all of this.

"I understand you somehow, yet I doubt that what I feel is what you feel for this person. I envy you in a way and I also don't, because right now it must be fucking hell for you."

"I gave my word that nothing will happen to my angel and I have no intentions to break my promise. Right now they are travelling back without any doubts, but I will make sure of it as soon as I will get my hands on that oligarch. For now, my angel is safe, but it won't last long when they will get here and that bastard will use this to get me down. I cannot fail this, Anton. I also did not wish for the boss to discover the existence of that person."

He pondered my words and then nodded, understanding what I meant, as for sure he hadn't said a word about the woman he loved. I had wished to disappear from this world, leaving this identity behind myself, without leaving any trace behind about my new whereabouts and about my new life, but in this situation I wasn't sure it could be possible. Yet, it had to be done in a way that, whatever happened to me, Enna would be able to go on with his life as if nothing happened.

This complicated everything and escalated the situation to further levels, as I was no sure what I would do were the boss to hear about or see my angel. It wasn't going to be something to underestimate and I had no idea what he would do or think, especially once I would tell him that I had to leave his side and this world. I was no longer fit to serve in this role and what I did now, I mostly did for personal reasons and in order to get my angel safely back to his life. This meant that I had to leave this world.

My angel should have never be involved and dragged into this mess; he should have never come in touch with my world and my organization. I would always protect and loyally serve my boss, but not at the expenses of my Enna; if boss Boris dared to pose a danger to my angel, I had no doubts about my actions.

If I understood Ruslan's intentions correctly and I had no doubts about it, he planned to lure me to a dirty and obviously unfair confrontation, thinking that having him there in his hands would weaken me. In a way he was not that far from the truth, because honestly speaking the idea of Enna in the hands of that sadistic bastard left me in a state of dread that I never experienced in my entire life. Yet, he knew nothing of my real nature and I began to discover a new side of my dangerous and violent self: having involved and endangered Enna somehow clicked some button in my mind and heart that completely unleashed a devastating and very lethal fury. I felt almost the same when that bastard of Michael Sullivan had kidnapped and hit my love, but now somehow it was wilder, more blood-thirsty and more vicious. My dark and tainted world had dared to involve a pure and beautiful angel and I was going to raise hell for him.

They weren't going to forget about this personal war and they were all going to pay the consequences of it for a very long and painful time.

"What do you have in mind, friend?" Anton asked as we sat inside the car.

"I will get my hands on the second in command of that oligarch, for we already know where to get him and then, I will directly get to our dear Danila. He will be the one able to get that woman back to Kiev, because she won't get back right now. She's too cunning and too smart and she knows that coming back right now would be dangerous; Ruslan is doing the dirty job for her and I am sure she'll try to get rid of him and same goes for that bastard. It's like to rabid dogs waiting to get at each other's throats: they will do it when the right moment presents itself."

"I will come with you, because you might be Roman with the Stars, but you need me to watch your back." He then smirked in his usual sardonic way and added with half amusement. "You want to keep all in one piece for the person that you call your angel, isn't that so, brother?"

"Yes, this is what I had also promised, but we will see if I can keep my word with this."

"You will, Roman, and you have my word, since now we are alone and I can speak freely and frankly, that if I'm to meet this person, I will immediately forget about their face and name. You don't need to worry about this, I mean it."

My eyes moved from the road to his for a very quick instant and I nodded sharply, shifting my attention back to where it belonged. I could trust Anton and of this, I had no doubts.

"Thank you, my friend," I said with sincere voice and then continued, as our time was running very short. "I need you there with me to make them understand with whom they had dared to play. The boss does not need to dirty and endanger himself, as right now he's dealing with enough shit, trying to settle down the old members of our organization and pulling out agreements with other groups. Those bastards went too far and their greediness served them badly: they created more enemies than expected. If you and me go, the right and the left hand of boss Boris, he will come out of this in a position of more strength, showing how just the two of us can settle everything. Also, this became very personal for me and I want to get my hands on those people in the way I decide."

I quickly looked at Anton, knowing he was going to be the one taking my place once I was going to leave this world and I knew that no better man could be found for such position and responsibilities. Not to mention, the fact he escaped death in such way gave him quite the reputation and now, Anton was as feared as I was. Yet, they were all going to fear me even more after I was done with everything and everyone involved in this.

We left the car not too far and I marched there with two SMGs ready to fire at the sight of those lowlifes. I took the hassle of wearing a bullet proof vest because time was short and I couldn't afford to waste it in moving around carefully; the guards were momentary disoriented when we charged mercilessly and striking them down one by one, the bullets drilling holes into their bodies and not protected parts. One of them hit me right to the side, but the vest did its job, even though the impact made me took a step back, so I paid back by getting the shooter on his face. The head was blown away and the corpse slumped on the ground. We wasted no time in getting rid of the guards the oligarch's second in command had placed outside the gate, for they were no match for us. None of them had the same fury burning in their veins like I did.

When we were done with them, a pool of fresh and warm blood was left in front of the main gate and brains and probably fragments of skulls peppered the entrance and the asphalt. I quickly observed the dead men and checked whether one had survived by some damned luck, but it was not the case.

Anton and I stepped on the spilled, still warm blood and stood in front of the main entrance. We fired at the lock of the gate that opened for us without any resistance, and we were welcomed by another very small group of guards that I personally took care of, directly shooting them in the head and thus, giving them a swift and quick end. I broke into the house and that man had been smart enough to send his family away, even though I would have never touched his wife or his children. Yet, they could be used as extremely valuable mean of threat, if that vermin valued their lives. He was known for being occupied with quiet the questionable activities, so in a way his family wasn't probably going to miss him.

He had to go, because he simply couldn't be kept alive. Too dangerous, too useless if kept alive and too much against my intention of completely breaking and bending that oligarch. He had to find himself completely alone and surrounded, with no other way out of this. And he had to taste the ferocity and viciousness of my ire. He was indirectly responsible for the involvement of my angel and he had to be taken care of.

Anton kept right beside me as I aimed my gun at the man now standing in front of us in a pool of warm blood, as I had shot his leg when he tried to open fire on us from the stairs of his rather lascivious and big mansion. I had exposed myself on purpose, wanting to get him out soon, without wasting time. So, the first bullet grazed my shoulder, but only slightly slashed the fabric of my jacket; the second bullet found home in something behind me as I darted down and fired at him, hitting the target without much effort. He wasn't a remotely decent shot and I shook my head in disappointment. Had they really wished to face and challenge someone like me? He had collapsed on the floor and then another shot from me disarmed him completely, aiming for his right wrist. Anton took the discarded weapon and he also aimed it at that man called Vitaly, while I crouched down and grabbed his hair in my hand, forcing his head back.

"Listen very carefully to us, Vitaly Doroshenko. You think that your family is safe, yes?" I enjoyed seeing the fear rising in his eyes and widening them. "You are very wrong, because we actually know where they are and a group of our best men is about to get your family. One word from me, Roman with the Stars, and they will all be dead." He swallowed down and my grip tightened more on his hair, pulling it hard in a painful way, while the barrel of my gun was planted to his side at liver's level. "Also, a wrong word from you and your boss won't be happy with you. You see, however we turn it, you are fucked. You can cooperate with us now or you can burn in hell together with your family. What do you say?"

"What do you want?" He hissed out, trying to sound confident, but I knew better and there was nothing in his power to intimidate us. "I will never side with the likes of you and I won't betray my boss."

I smiled in a dark way and quickly glanced at Anton, who nodded at me and pulled his cell phone out, going to dial a number. He had comprehended my game at first and he was playing along in the best way.

"It's me, Anton, do as you wish with them, because the fucker here isn't being cooperative and we have no time to waste. What did you say?" He turned his rather devious smile at me and then at the man. "Your family is being quite a pain in the ass and my men can't wait to get their due fun," Anton said with the right tone of voice, knowing none of us would have ever sunk at such unforgivable level. Yet, it did the job for us.

"What kind of animals are you?" Vitaly Doroshenko asked us finally understanding with whom he was dealing. "You have no honours," he hissed out, but I solely drily laughed. He was the last person that could speak about a value as important and high as honour.

"We aren't that worse than you. Am I correct? I take your family has no idea of all of your real activities and past actions, yes?" He nodded only and then anxiously stared at Anton.

"Tell him please to not touch my family." He was grovelling and I enjoyed the view of it.

"Why should I say that?" I asked in return and he hesitated a moment, examining his non-existent chances. In a way or another, he was going to be fucked and pretty badly. "I asked, why should I say that? I have no patience and I have no time to waste, so speak now," I ordered him with hard voice and he swallowed down another time, for then flinching as the shot on his leg was evidently inflicting him great pain. I shifted my position and pressed my knee on his injured leg and he cursed out loud in more pain. "So?"

"What do you want to know?" He asked back with a completely different note in his voice, much more cooperative and much more submitted, having understood he had ran out of options. I glanced back at Anton and he nodded at me with another dark smirk. He quickly spoke to the phone and said to hold on; the man was about to spill the beans and indeed he gave us the information that I needed.

"I want to know where to find Danila Petrenko and I want you to call him and arrange an urgent meeting with him right now. My time is short and so is yours, if you don't do as I say," I explained in commanding and severe voice and finally he gave up completely, nodding and clearly appearing defeated, as the realisation of his dead-end hit him entirely.

I gave him his personal cell phone and he contacted the man we most needed right then. Anton kept his phone right at his ear, smiling in a way that implied bad things for his family if he ever dared to expose us during the call. I pressed the barrel of my gun on his liver, ready to shot instantly if he uttered the wrong word. But he acted as he was told and arranged the meeting we needed, so we had a defined time and place. Once the call was over, I eyed Anton and he nodded, speaking over to phone to proceed with his family; I believed he had dialled no number, but I'll never forgive the dark satisfaction the expression on the face of Vitaly Doroshenko gave me when he thought we hadn't kept our promise in keeping his family safe.

We had broken him completely and that was what he deserved. Danila Petrenko was going to be the next one.

"You promised that...you damn animals, you..." I shot him dead instantly, tired of his useless talking and tired of time wasted over this man. I felt particularly merciful in that moment, because I shot at his heart's level and in no time he was gone, blood spilling out copiously.

His head was going to be the second gift for Danila Petrenko, as I knew what kind of fear something like that could instil into people, and he sure hadn't been around as long as I have been in this world and for sure, he hadn't dealt with the same things I did. Without doubts, he was going to get my message: if he did not pull back and decide to side with us, letting go of his futile ambitions, the third head to complete my collection was going to be his.

As we walked back to the car with my second trophy, I quickly called the boss over the phone, explaining what I needed from him and part of my plan. I had thought everything over and there was no chance that the presence of Enna wasn't going to be noticed by him and I had already thought how to solve the issue; our boss was not the type of man that would sit comfortably around and let Anton and I deal with his shit. He was the kind of respected man that would march to war with his own weapon and confront that traitor of Ruslan. But there still was a way out of everything if it all carefully went as I had imagined.

I still had chances to get out of this alive and able to join my angel in Ireland. It was not going to be an easy task and it required dangerous gambling, but for my angel I was ready to gamble whatever I had to.

"Boss, it's me," I quickly said as Anton drove this time. "We took care of Vitaly and now we are going to take care of that oligarch that stands in your way and had dared to challenge your authority. The other rabid dogs have been taken down and on that side there is nothing to worry about."

"Very good, Roman. As always, I can count on your efficiency and lack of mercy for the enemy," he said and I did not respond to that, as I comprehended there was more to say. "I will trust you and Anton in handling Danila Petrenko, for I am sure you'll find the way to make him regret bitterly his past actions against us and for having sided with that whore of my wife. But mind me, Roman: I want her head on a silver plate and I want to get it myself. Same for that damn traitor and fucking bastard of Ruslan," he spat after having said his name and no wonder he felt in such way toward that rat. He had not only caused a huge problem and almost involved our organization in an international war, but he had cruelly killed his son and then betrayed him in the lowest possible way. Too bad I had no intention of giving him the chance or satisfaction of taking that bastard's life. That was going to be my doing only. "When he will be back to Kiev, he will pay for everything," he said with final tone and I could only answer one thing to that:

"Yes, he will painfully pay for everything." But it was me that was going to get his head. No Anton and not the boss.

"How do you plan to get that bitch back from London?" He asked with bitter tone.

"Striking her precious pet and making her believe the situation is under control and victory in their hands. So please, lie down and make a couple of trusted men spread the rumour to the right ears that you are injured in a fatal way. She's not stupid and she will surely have her own source of information and you already know whom these people are."

"I don't like to pretend and hide," he said with firm voice and I knew that.

"It is temporary, for we need that woman back to Kiev and one thing only will convince her to get back: your imminent and sure death. It will make her feel safe and invincible. I will persuade Danila Petrenko to turn against her, worry not. You know my methods. I want to cut all the snake's heads and be done with this."

"You're right, of course, and yes I know yours and Anton's methods." He paused a moment to meditate over my request and plan. I hadn't been entirely transparent with him, but he did not need to know about my other reasons and ideas. "Very well, Roman. Do as you see fit and then inform me as usual. I'm looking forward to making it pay to that damn Ruslan and to Olena: they both deserve the worst they can get."

"Good, we will proceed then. Do take care," I told him and he quietly laughed over the phone.

"I believe you and Anton must be the ones to take care. I would hate to lose two men like you."

"Thank you," I said only and then ended the conversation.

Indeed it was not going to be easy to leave this world and it was going to cost a high price, but if it all worked as I expected, it was nonetheless going to be possible.

I valued the various chances, also pondering whether I could end this and simply wait for them at the airport, as I was going to get on what private jet they would arrive, but I excluded that option. I was afraid that such open and rather violent confrontation would endanger Enna's life, as surely a rat like Ruslan wouldn't think twice of using him as human shield. No, I could not risk my angel's life in such irrational way. I could not risk it at all.

I had to set the trap and eliminate all the possible allies and cut the snake's head in a different way and then, I would get my hands on that bastard.

Danila Petrenko decided to reside in one of my most luxurious hotels in Kiev, as a way to keep relatively safe and he had decided to meet his right hand there. Too little he knew that the same hotel kept on the good side of boss Boris and paid him quite the high amount of money for his "cooperation" and protection. They had underestimated the lines of connection of our boss, which was something that amazed me. This man named Danila Petrenko was still rather young in these sorts of businesses and he was going to learn his place in the harsh and most effective way.

Anton and I stepped into the hotel and I glanced at the man behind the reception, who immediately recognized me and nodded with reference and evident fear. He understood that if I were there, it was because I had business to take care of and he wouldn't dare to call the police or interfere with it. He also knew that he would be paid for the loss of today if he cooperated with us. Our boss was very generous when it came to this and the reputation of the hotel wasn't going to be damaged.

We crossed the hall and I quickly glanced at the people there and at my surrounding: some were normal tourists or persons wanting to dine in the exclusive restaurant where a famous chef worked, nothing was out of place more than usual and it was a few persons only. But a couple of men attracted my attention and they also noticed me. I reacted before they could. I aimed my gun at them and the first one was gone immediately after having shot his head and Anton followed my reaction, taking care of the second man.

The guests of the hotel screamed, especially after blood sprayed on their clothes and after having been almost involved, and they ran away, probably going to call the police or whatever the hell they had in mind to do. Nothing was going to stop me and for sure, not two or three cops that wouldn't dare to cross my path.

A third one was about to contact his boss, but I fired at his hand and it was blown away along with the device he was holding. The man fell on his knees screaming in pain and I reached him in no time, kicking him flat on the floor and stepping on his chest with one foot, pressing on his sternum, about to crack it.

"Any more hidden devices?" I demanded as my gun was pointed at his face and my foot pressed harder on his breastbone. He just stared at me grunting in pain and I fired once more, hitting his shoulder. "Answer me," I ordered and he shook his head. "Are you sure?" He nodded and thus, I moved away, Anton dragging him on his feet.

"You come with us, fucker," he told him with a dark smile.

I glanced at the man quickly and realised that loyalty wasn't going to be the first reason that made him work for Danila Petrenko. Money was the only reason, with all chances, because he had easily given up and he valued his miserable life more than his duties. It was clear that the oligarch got many men around him by luring him with money only, but it was a dangerous business, because you also needed real respect and loyalty, values that couldn't be easily broken and bought.

Anton and I checked the dead men and took their weapons, for then leaving them there. I marched to the elevator with our "shield", as Danila Petrenko decided to reside in the penthouse suite and for sure there would be men there. Indeed, four other guards were placed outside the main door of the apartment and they must have expected us, because as soon as the door of the elevator opened, they began to fire on us. We used the man we took with us as first shield, mostly to understand where they stood and it was their bullets that killed him. He dropped on the ground in a pool of blood and flesh and I took cover in a corner, while I aimed at one guard and took him down with a precise shot at his neck.

Anton had tried to shoot one to ascertain whether they wore bullet proof vest and indeed, they made the effort to wear them. Yet, it wasn't going to change much for us.

There was no other way for the man in the penthouse suite to escape aside the main door, and so I worried not about his escape. Let him know I was coming for him and that I was taking down all of his men one by one. I eyed the perfect spot where to advance, as the beauty of these luxurious hotels was in how they easily offered covering spots with their opulent decorations. I signalled Anton and he understood my intention at first, so he provided the right distraction by firing with a submachine gun and taking another one down.

I darted out of the elevator, a bullet slashed the fabric of my trousers and grazed my flesh, but I felt nothing. I hid behind a column made of dark marble. It offered a very good hiding spot and it allowed me to advance while they kept firing at us. Anton groaned as he was hit on his arm, but it wasn't enough to take him down obviously and if anything, it only annoyed him even more. And as expected, he swore out loud and fired against them more aggressively, judging by how many bullets he wasted, but we had plenty of ammunitions. From my spot I took down another one and only one was left.

"I advise you to stop this. You have no chances against us," I ordered him as I stepped out and faced him, as he had stopped the hail of bullets. "Put your weapon down and you will be spared."

Anton walked beside me and with all chances, gave him his usual sardonic and dark smirk, making obvious he stood no chances against us for real. The man considered his options, but as he went to move, I fired at his head and his body was thrown against the door for the impact and it slid down slowly leaving a smear of fresh blood and brains on it.

"They really pissed you off, am I right friend?"

"I will have Ruslan's head," I only said and he halted a moment to look at me, studying my face.

"I understand it, Roman. He's yours," he said with a devious smile and I smirked in kind. "Now, let's take care of that bastard and I see you brought his special gifts," Anton joked as I walked to the elevator, whose door had been kept open, and I grabbed the plastic bag. I only smiled at his comment and then we shot the door's lock and pushed it open.

However, we didn't immediately step inside the penthouse suite, knowing more guards would be there. We waited at the sides of the door and let them fire, while I peeked and spotted two of them not taking any cover, as they probably were sure to strike us down the moment we stepped over the door. I signalled their locations to Anton and he covered me as I darted in the room and struck them down mercilessly. Another one was hidden behind a piece of furniture and he gave us quite the annoyance, as we couldn't carelessly advance, risking getting shot. I ducked behind a couch and Anton darted to the other side of the room; he began to fire at the man with a SMG and I waited. He took a break on purpose and the man exposed himself for a second to check on Anton. I did not waste the chance and a bullet struck him dead.

I walked over the body and made sure I had really killed him. I took his weapons and the door in front of us, that probably gave access to some other room, was pushed open and Danila Petrenko walked out of it with a gun in his hands, ready to fire on us. He acted too slowly, because the moment he aimed at me, I shot him and he was thrown on his knees as the bullet buried in his shoulder and as a second one disarmed him.

Anton and I walked to him slowly on purpose, checking the surrounding, making sure no hidden guards would suddenly open fire on us. Nobody was left alive in that room aside us three. He forced himself to stand on his feet, never lowering his eyes and I respected the tenacious and strong personality, but it was going to make no difference for me. I advanced and stopped in front of him, with my gun pressed on his forehead.

"Now we will talk, Danila Petrenko, and you will learn what happens when you cross our paths in the wrong way. Especially when you cross Roman with the Stars' paths in the wrong way," I said with commanding and deadly tone and he only nodded.

He was no fool and he understood that he had no options left.

"This way," he replied, motioning to follow him to a studio, trying to mask the evident pain the shot on his shoulder was giving him. Anton and I followed and he sat behind a mahogany and richly decorated desk, placing his hands on the table and slightly flinching, blood soaking his shirt. However, he gritted his teeth and pushed his shoulders back and then talked, looking at me directly into the eyes. "Roman with the Stars, am I correct?" I nodded and then he stared at Anton. "Anton, I believe, the man that cannot be killed by mere bullets."

I sat in front of him, Anton kept standing behind me on purpose, and I handed him the plastic bag. He reluctantly took it and when he peered inside, his face grew green and he tossed the bag away, for then throwing up on the floor. The message had been perfectly received and I sat there without doing anyway, waiting for him to be done. When he composed himself, he looked at me with eyes that let me comprehend he had finally understood with whom he had dared to play the wrong game.

"The third one will be yours if you do not stop this useless game, am I understood, Danila Petrenko?"

He swallowed down and got on his feet, going to reach a cart where a bottle of whiskey and crystal glasses had been left. He poured a generous amount of the liquor in one glass and drank it in one go. His eyes, still haunted and still full of that primal fear I had instilled in him, moved on us and he forced himself to look calm, trying to turn the situation in his favour. But he had no chances left.

"What kind of agreement can we reach with your boss?" he wisely asked, carefully assessing us.

"You make his wife come back to Kiev immediately and you retreat from this very useless business, promising to never cross our paths in the wrong way again, and we will let you live in one piece. You have no other options. If you then try to break our agreement and upset us once more, I will personally erase you and your entire family. Anton and I made some research about you and we learned a few, useful things about your family." I placed the gun on the table and took a knife I had strapped at my side in my hands, implying what would happen if he were to decide to not cooperate as he was requested to.

"How?" he only asked and Anton and I exchanged a quick look, as he had moved to my side. Good, this man understood that he stood no chances and that he had to do what I ordered him to.

"Call her and say that our boss is basically dead and that you are about to have Kiev in your hands. She's very greedy, yes?" He only nodded and I smiled in a way that without doubts froze the blood in his veins. "You can decide where to stand, Danila Petrenko. You stand with us and you can go about with your business. You can stand against us and you can already consider yourself dead. The decision is yours. She will die anyway, either by my hand or by her husband's hands, because do you know what she agreed on?" He shook his head and only looked at me silently. "She agreed on having her son killed and his head delivered to our boss. This is the woman you sided with. I advise you to let her go and think about your skin. You want to keep it intact, yes?"

He swallowed down twice and then eyed the bottle of whiskey once more.

"Drink, if you wish," I told him and he hesitated a moment, assessing Anton, who now stood beside me and was playing with a very sharp knife.

"That slut of your lover created quite the mess for us and believe me, Danila, many of us wish to get our hands on her skinny neck. But believe me, that fucker named Ruslan will turn against her on the first occasion and then you will be left dealing with that bastard and with us. How would you like that?" Anton said with a devious tone of voice, going to sit beside me and placing his feet on the table, crossing one ankle over the other. I smiled at that, but the new oligarch wasn't smiling at all.

"I have men that..." I laughed out drily and very darkly and he dropped silent at once.

"You have nobody left beside you, Danila Petrenko. We have killed most of your men today, along with your second in command. We cut the snake's head of those Chechens that sided with Ruslan and you won't get any support from them, as I killed them all. Anyway, they had planned to take over the turf, going to take you down at the first occasion."

He drank a long sip of whiskey and then he sat down, finally entirely comprehending that he stood alone against Roman with the Stars.

"What do you say?" I asked with authoritative voice.

"If I convince Olena to fly back to Kiev immediately, you will spare my life and you will let me go about with my things? I promise that I will never dare to cross your way again. You have my word." His word meant nothing to me, but for now I needed him alive. At least, until we got that woman back to Kiev. Then, I had decided on the spot that his head would be added to the collection, because he couldn't be left alive for too many reasons.

"Yes, you convince her to fly back to Kiev this instant and you will be spared."

"How can I trust you? You could kill me now."

"I need you alive and I need people to see that we were very merciful with you. We were merciful with you because you cooperated with us." I did not give him my word, but he didn't notice that, as he nodded and went to take his phone and dialled her number.

Anton and I quickly exchange a look and he nodded, meaning he had grasped what I had planned to do. The oligarch talked over the phone and he sounded convincing, telling her the right things, as I kept observing him with a gun in my hand. Once the call was over, he explained that a private jet was due to get her back and that she would be in Kiev the following day.

"If you dare to warn her, we will know and we will erase everything and everyone related to you," I repeated with hard tone, to make sure he got the message.

"I will not, because she had caused too much troubles. Her fate does not concern me any longer."

I shook my head: how readily he discarded her. They were all made of the same substance and they all deserved to be eliminated.

"You can keep those heads," I told him as we were about to leave the place and he swallowed down looking green. "I believe that you will have some explaining to do to the police, probably. But we can take care of it, if you wish." One phone call from boss Boris and it would all be quiet and swept under the carpet like mere dust.

"I would appreciate that, Roman with the Stars."

"Very good," I replied and went to leave the room, but then I added something, changing my mind about a detail. "Inform me when she has landed in Kiev and made contact with Ruslan, understood?"

"Yes, I will inform you."

"Yes, do inform us, or else we will really take care of your family," Anton added and then went to check outside the suite, but I stopped a moment to stare at the man there and I ordered him to get on his feet.

"Why?" he asked in evident fear and I only smiled darkly at him.

"Because I do not trust you, Danila Petrenko. Until this is over, I want to know what you do and where you are, so you come with us."

"But..." I silenced him immediately by pressing the barrel of my gun on his forehead and my gloved hand on his wounded shoulder.

"One wrong word from your side and I will personally deal first with you. You have my word I can deal with you in a very long and excruciating way."

EXTERNAL POV – KIEV, UKRAINE

After the landing in Kiev's airport, a car was there waiting for Ruslan and his prisoners, who were unceremoniously pushed inside the vehicle, where two men checked on them armed with weapons that Enna had never seen that close in his entire life. He knew something about guns and rifles, due to his father's past in the Army, but it never really posed a fascination on him. Enna never felt compelled to learn more about them, but right then in that car, he ardently wished he had. The only dark fascination he ever felt for something similar was when Roman had come to save him from Michael; yet right then, his eyes concentrated on those guns aimed at them and at the faces staring at Cillian and at himself, display an evident and disturbing lust for violence.

Cillian had fallen in a complete state of silence and emptiness, and Enna believed what happened a few hours ago had finally taken its toll on him. He had opened his eyes completely and realized what his foolish actions and mistakes caused; the man tried to keep closer to Enna in the intent to shield him or in the vain effort to offer a sort of support, but it was not welcomed.

The pain and the anger for what happened to Priya were still too fresh and too raw in Enna.

They drove to what looked like a warehouse and the two men pushed the two hostages in there harshly, hitting Cillian on the face when he tried to open his mouth and sending sideways glances at Enna that froze his blood, as their expressions indicated another form of more revolting and disturbing lust. Those man had not understood he was a man and somehow, Enna had the dreadful feeling that it would not matter with those men. One went to touch his hair, but he was stopped by Ruslan.

"Keep your hands off for now, you damn horny fucker. He is not to be touched yet. We need it unspoiled to lure that bastard with the stars. And can't you see by yourself that he is a man and not a woman?"

The man stepped away, but only after having thrown another revolting look and smiling in a rather sickening way.

"I wouldn't mind with this one, as he looks just like some woman or even better." A cold chill ran down Enna's back at the tone of his voice, but he did not flinch, as anyway he hadn't understood the meaning of those words probably spoken in Ukrainian.

He felt no fear for himself; he only feared for Roman as he looked around the place and felt the cold in there. The temperature was completely different than in Dublin and in that warehouse, the air was gelid and it smelled badly. He cautiously glanced at those men and prayed with all his heart for Roman's safety.

They spent more than a day in that warehouse and the cold had by then gripped at Enna's bones. He comprehended already why they were kept there and he prayed even more for his love. Roman could not break his promise and give up to his life...he simply could not. If something were to happen to him, Enna would break completely and nothing or nobody would ever be able to fix his broken and devastated self.

Ruslan's cell phone rang and he replied with a rather annoyed tone, making Enna look at him, wishing to understand what was happening, as the face of that man had grown very angry and he began to probably swear in his language.

"What the fuck are you talking about? That old bastard finally got caught? Are you serious or are you shitting me, because if you dare to..." He paused a moment and listened to the man on the other side of the phone, explaining him that Boris was about to kick the bucket as the men of Danila Petrov had finally become fucking useful. "Good, so call that bitch and tell her that...what?"

Ruslan groaned under his breath and cursed out loud. She was about to be back to Kiev and he honestly couldn't stand that spoilt bitch, always trying to boss him around and thinking she was so much smarter. Little she knew that soon he was going to open her throat and blame that bastard with the stars for that. Ruslan wasn't going to share his power with that annoying woman and he had a plan to move against that oligarch, or anyway, to cooperate with him to his advantage. He knew that that woman would have killed himat the first chance, so he wasn't going to take the damn risk.

"Fine, let her come here, so we'll get this over soon enough," he said with hard tone, as his eyes slid to that man looking like a woman and thinking what a waste it would be to have him killed. But that bitch had really guessed well about that other stupid foreigner and he had served the perfect prey on a golden plate. Better than this it could have not worked for them. She had been useful with her rather cunning and greedy brain, but it was time to eliminate Olena.

Ruslan knew that Roman would soon find out where they were hiding and he knew that he would soon come here to get that man back safe. Ruslan smirked in a vicious way, imagining how amazing it was going to feel to finally open that bastard's throat with his own hands, right in front of his precious bitch.

As they sat on the dirty ground with their wrists tidied and no way to move without getting killed, Cillian spoke to Enna, finally finding the energy and will to ask for forgiveness. He knew that his friend was never going to give it to him, but he had to say it.

"Forgive me, Enna," he only said very quietly and Enna detected in the voice that his friend was forever gone, as much as it was forever gone in his heart.

He could not reply, because he had no idea what he might have said and surely, he did not want to provoke those men carrying weapons and obviously waiting for the right occasion to give in to their need for violence and to their savage thirst for blood.

"Enna, please forgive me if you can, I never thought we would get into this fucked up situation and I would have never put you through danger if I knew or suspected..."

He then stopped him with a hard look and an expression on his face that spoke more than thousand words, condensing in it all of his emotions, his anger, his resentment, his pain and his sense of being broken.

"You knew with whom you got involved, so you should have expected it," Enna said with barely audible voice that never lost the bitterness, the anger, the resentment and the sadness that had broken his heart. "You got Priya killed," he accused and then shut his mouth, as he felt tears in his eyes and he sure did not want to give them the satisfaction to see him crying or feeling broken. He had also closed his mouth because the guilt of what he had done, of having agreed to talk with Cillian, was almost strangling Enna. "We got her killed," he whispered and then looked away, concentrating all his thoughts on Roman, as he was the only one right then capable of still making him feel alive.

"What are you talking about?" Cillian asked with altered voice. "You didn't do a bloody thing, Enna, you..."

"Do not say my name," he ordered with hard voice and then shook his head, feeling the guilt wrapping its dirty fingers around his throat, almost choking him. "I agreed like a very silly and naive kid to talk to you and I should have not."

He fell silent as the men walked toward them and checked what they were doing, mocking them in a language that he couldn't understand and then that man named Ruslan received another call and yelled over the phone like some rabid animal and marched towards the hostages, planting the barrel of the gun on the head of the man standing there to guard them.

"What the fuck have you tried to do? You wanted to sell me out, ha son of a bitch?" Ruslan hissed as he kept the gun against the temple of that traitor. He had received a call saying that all of those Chechen dogs have been taken care of and no doubts it had been done by Roman. That old bastard wasn't dead and it was probably a way to lure that bitch back to Kiev, something that obviously worked. He went to make a call, but he stopped. He smiled and then put the phone back in his pocket. Let the annoying bitch come and get what she deserved. They actually made his life easier in that way and obviously, that oligarch had crumbled in front of that bastard with the stars and that other very lucky one.

They were going to be a gigantic pain in the ass, but once he would get rid of them, nobody would dare to question his leadership.

"I did nothing, Ruslan," the man pleaded and he was probably right, but blowing his brain away was going to serve as good lesson to the other fuckers in this damn place.

"Maybe you did nothing, but maybe you tried to sell us off and so, we cannot trust a bastard like you."

Enna's eyes focused on the weapon in Ruslan's hand and at the way the man froze and tried to talk to him, possibly asking to not shoot; but then the man tried to suddenly fire after having hidden his gun inside the jacket, failing completely however, as his head was shot.

Enna had no idea why he did not scream at the view of blood, bones and more. He had no idea why he did not yell in horror as some of the blood sprayed on his jeans and as the dead man collapsed on the ground. The other men said nothing to it and from what Enna could understand, this one had probably betrayed them or created problems. Two of them dragged the corpse away and then Ruslan crouched down in order to better stare at him. The viciousness and cruelty emanating from his revolting smile almost froze his blood, but something had changed and broken in Enna and he found himself directly staring at that sadistic man.

Ruslan already knew what was going through Enna's mind and by the way he vulgarly laughed, he must have recalled the words he told him on the plane.

"You see, that bastard that you love will soon die, but he did create a lot of problems and he did kill many people. Roman with the stars is at war and I look forward to kill him in front of you," he said with a derisive tone of voice and Enna kept his mouth close, simply staring at that man wishing he could kill him right then. "Nothing to say, ha? Olena thinks that you are no longer of use," he continued as he caressed the gun in his hands, looking at Enna in a way that made him feel disgusted, and so his eyes darted at the weapon, feeling an almost scaring hatred mounting in his veins as he mentioned the name of his beloved Roman, and that man laughed out. "You want to kill me, pretty bitch? No if first I kill you," he said and Cillian jumped up, going to place himself between his friend and that man, but he was then hit on the face and thrown back.

"Don't touch him or I'll kill you, you bloody bastard...kill me but don't do anything to him. That man is not dead, isn't he? He will get you and fucking kill you if you touch him," Cillian swore and groaned out, still placing himself in front of Enna and in that moment, as his eyes caught the sinister and malicious light dancing in that Ruslan's eyes, Enna felt cold fear gripping his heart, his lungs, his throat and his guts.

"Cillian just sit please," Enna said as he realised what that man had actually meant before in saying that he was of no use. It wasn't meant for Enna. "Cillian," he whispered and then he was the one trying to jump up as he screamed his friend's name when Ruslan's gun fired and hit his right leg and then his left leg.

"Cillian!!!" He screamed more and he was stopped by such ferocious blow on his face that completely thrown Enna on the ground, his head hitting the floor painfully. He almost lost consciousness for the strength of the hit, but he found the will and force to react and he managed to pull himself up. Only...too late.

"You are the one we do not need and that bitch will mind it, but I don't care."

Cillian turned his head and his eyes stopped on Enna's: what he saw in there broke another piece in him and what he saw in there, Enna will never be able to forget.

"Please, forgive me if you will ever want to," he murmured and then he collapsed on the ground with his eyes wide open and blood spilling out from his chest as a bullet had been fired at his heart.

"Cillian..." Enna whispered. "Cillian..."

His eyes stared at the dead friend and then at his spilled blood, at his lifeless face and at his wide-open eyes that seemed to plead for his forgiveness even then. He tried to scream, but had no voice in him, he had nothing in him.

Enna felt as if everything had been broken in infinite pieces around him and he did not know whether he was still sane or not.

Tears began to slowly roll down from his eyes, but he couldn't feel them. He felt nothing. He did not know whether he was still alive and whether his mind hadn't shattered in complete insanity for the pain.

First Priya and then Cillian.

He was not sure whether his heart was still beating and he was breathing in erratic gulps of air, trying to not break further apart. He realised finally he was crying when he felt his face dump with tears, but he felt nothing aside excruciating pain and a complete sense of being lost.

Roman...please...please be safe and alive and please wake me from this nightmare...Roman...please my love and my soul, do not leave me, too. These were the thoughts he kept chanting in his mind to keep sane and conscious.

Ruslan took a step toward Enna, but stopped dead in his track as the phone rang. He looked at the number and an annoyed expression grew on his face.

"What?" He barked at the phone as Olena was calling. She could be such a pain in the ass and not even that great of a fuck. He swore under his breath and then he motioned for a man to go open the back door of the warehouse, as she had arrived. Good, let her meet her end sooner than planned. "Yes, what you heard is true. Your old man is about to kick the bucket." He said over the phone and then closed the conversation.

A woman with long blonde hair and with a rich fur-coat wrapped around her body stepped inside the warehouse and immediately marched toward Ruslan, after having quickly assessed the scene and having realised that Cillian had been killed without her consent or without having asked for her permission first. She harshly slapped Ruslan in the face and she saw the resentment in his face, but she did not fear that man. She was using him and soon, thanks for her Danila, Ruslan was going to be dead.

"Who said you could kill him? Why didn't you kill that bitch over there and have it over?" She had glanced at that other blonde little thing there and still could not understand how a man like Roman had fallen in love with such insignificant girl. But then...she stepped closer to her and grabbed her face with her hand, her sharp, red nails scraping her skin and she laughed in his face. It was not an insignificant girl, but even worse. It was a man and he looked like a stupid little girl. She scratched his cheek with her nails and then slapped him. "I really cannot understand why Roman had fallen for someone like you, but it longer is my business." She looked at Ruslan and ordered him to kill him. "Shot this one here, we no longer need him."

"Are you out of your mind, Olena? He is our ace in the sleeve and don't you dare to do anything, because once I will be done with that bastard with the stars, I will keep that pet for me."

"As always, you have very arguable taste, Ruslan."

"Indeed, if I fucked a bitch like you," he taunted her and a couple of men laughed vulgarly, but she silenced them with only one cold stare.

"Mind your words, Ruslan. Kill him, I said."

"No, we need him, because once that bastard will see that we have his precious pet here with us, he will be more vulnerable and we will be able to completely take him down. If he comes here and sees him dead, believe me, it won't be as easy as you may think. That bastard of Anton is still alive."

She stared at him outraged, but then looked away and decided that he was right. Those two men together could not be underestimated and they could really pose quite the considerable threat. Yes, she could then take care of that insignificant slut when the right time came. As she went to walk away, given she couldn't stand the smell of blood, Ruslan's phone rang and the expression on his face immediately told her who had called.

"Roman with the Stars," Ruslan said in English on the mere purpose to taunt Enna, looking at him with a sadistic and disturbing expression. But he had no idea how hearing that name made Enna feel. He had no idea how pronouncing his name somehow reconnected Enna to his sanity and made him realise he was not lost and that Roman was alive. Alive and set on some personal war, for Enna felt it in his heart. He stared at the man named Ruslan and realised that he was soon going to be dead. "We have something precious here: do you want to hear his voice? No?" His face then completely changed and Enna could see mad and violent anger rising in his features. "Come and get me, bastard," Ruslan snarled at the phone that was then thrown at the ground and fired at. He swore and then planted his vicious eyes on Enna.

"Roman will be here soon and I will kill him with my hands, I can promise you this."

Enna felt more anger and hatred mounting in his veins as he stared at that monster and then he was the one speaking with final and cold tone.

"You are already dead."

Author's chit-chat:

What are your thoughts, feelings, emotions, impressions, ideas and comments about this specific chapter?

It was one of the strongest and most violent chapters I have ever written I believe, but it had to be in this way, given the fury roaring inside of Roman and given his need to make everyone pay for having involved his angel. What do you think?

What about Enna's change and his way of facing Ruslan? Were you expecting it in him or not?

What about Cillian? I am sorry, but I am afraid we all understand why it had to end in this sad way for him. There was no way out for his character and we all know that Roman would have never let him go easily.

Now, what do you think will happen in the next chapter? I can tell you that a lot will happen...it will be a VERY INTENSE chapter and for sure, we will have Roman facing Ruslan.

I will try to post it this weekend, because I really stayed too long without posting. I am sorry, I just had a long and busy month. But please, let me know what you think of this chapter with your lovely comments, votes and messages, as you know I really enjoy and love to read them :) THANK YOU!

So, stay tuned, as new chapters will be out SOON!

Lots of Love, Magic & Meows,
-TheWitchAndTheCat-