Valencia

I stared at the monitors in front of me. Switching between the cameras from one to another, I was busy keeping a keen eye on every place on the property.

I had my doubts and they ran deep ever since I realized that Cillian was not at the beck and call of Viktor. If he could act loyal and change sides then there would be enough men who could do that. What if Viktor had left spies on this house reporting to him at each and every moment? Was he waiting for me to strike or waiting for the right time to strike? I didn't know.

Cillian was not picking up the phone and my last conversation with him had been three days back when I was cuffed in Viktor's room. Three days have gone by and I was still waiting for the attack to happen and it not happening was ticking me off. The thought of Cillian being dead had crossed my mind numerous times, yet I couldn't do anything even if he was. Dimitrio, had assured me on another hand that Cillian would never end up as a casualty, he had high faith there.

I clicked on another screen and found nothing fishy happening anywhere. Demyan's property was vast and too many cameras were just pissing me off.

"Anything?" Demyna asked putting to halt to him pacing his office. Either he was sitting and or pacing and it was slowly ticking me off the latter one especially. He had no trust in me I could see this in his eyes since that night. Those photos had fucked up with his mind and I could see in his eyes that he had a lot to say but was holding back.

"Nothing, " I gave a quick reply with my eyes staring at the screen because the other option was to look at him and it wasn't an appealing one.

"Then what are you looking at?" I could hear the annoyance in his voice and if it wasn't for the help I needed from him I would have attacked him only with one of us coming out of it alive. I closed my eyes shut and took in deep breaths, this was not the time for me to lose my shit.

"The points where he could attack from," before he could open his mouth to say more I gestured him not to with my hand. "And also the fact that how he got in and out without any of the cameras spotting him." I found it weird because it almost felt like he knew the blueprint of the house with camera timings like the back of his hand. As if he was the one controlling anything.

When only silence greeted me rather than another annoying question, I looked up at Demyan who was just busy staring at me.

"Where is our child?" he asked with a vulnerability in his voice that had me looking into his eyes and it was nothing less than a mistake because I could see the desperation in those eyes.

"I don't know," I told him the truth. Her whereabouts were not known to me but one person knew them.

"Don't lie to me," he banged his hands on the table with rage taking over him. "You know where she is and you have met her but you just don't want to tell me. We both know that you are putting her at risk by not letting me know. I swear if something happens to her," I stood up immediately pulling him by the collar of his shirt.

"Now you suddenly care about your child? Where were you back then when I had gone missing> where was this worry when you had planned of killing me and sending our child to god knows where. You wanted our child to suffer, Demyan and I would never forget you for that," I let go of him with a jerk. I wanted to do more damage but I controlled myself.

He could be mad at me but nothing changed the past. "I thought you were dead."

"And that excuse is getting old. If you cared enough you would have burned the whole world down to get to me. You should have killed for me but I don't see any blood on your hands because of that," I snapped at him.

"Oh no wait I forgot you killed my parents for that and then that was it," I mocked him.

My words were just fuel to the fire but I didn't fucking care. I was going to limit myself to using words because the fucker didn't deserve my hands to touch him. "Valenci-,"

"Don't speak my name from that fucking ugly mouth of yours that only spewed out lies when we were together." I hated him right at this moment. The waiting for the attack to happen was getting to me. It was driving me crazy as well as him.

"Whatever you say doesn't matter, Demyan. It no longer does," With my fingers at the bridge of my nose and eyes shut I turned around because I couldn't look at him. This was not the time for me to lose control also I didn't have the time to deal with his shit. Deep down I was worried about my daughter but the knowledge that she was needed by Viktor for the property was enough to keep me from going on a killing spree.

He wouldn't fuck his best-laid plan by killing her.

"Fuck you, Valencia. Fuck you for even existing," he raged and before I could yell back at him he was already leaving. I saw him on his way out and waited for him to bang the door shut. It was the utmost disrespect in our books once upon a time. I wanted to hear the bang.

I wanted it like fuel to my fire to do something rather than waiting but it didn't happen. He walked out of there and I just didn't care. Picking up the glass from the table I threw it over the wall watching it crash.

He didn't come back and as much as I wanted him to just let the lid of my anger, I was glad he didn't. In the last three days, we have been working together breathing the same air as we prepared for the war to come. Cillian was not picking up the calls. Dimitrio could not give us anything but advice. Demyaa had men and he had been calling to check up on all of them to see if there was a change in their behavior.

Some people were going to betray him so he already needed to know which one of them would be. I had checked all the footage of that night to seek where he was but he was nowhere to be found. He escaped all the cameras. I had raked my mind with so many plans taking in all the probabilities of how he could attack and even though they were endless I had struck out a few.

For three days we have been anticipating the attack and today was the fourth day and yet there was no movement. What the fuck was going on in Viktor's mind?

"Fuck them both," I screamed in the empty room. I didn't care what Demyan's men thought of me. Yes, I was fucking crazy hence they better beware before approaching me.

Sitting back in the chair, I browsed through the cameras. Still nothing. I saw Demyan leaving the premises in his car driving himself and he was angry because he was driving like a madman. As I stared at him leaving I realized that we were always wrong with each other.

We couldn't be in each other's company for more than three days. There were huge differences between us now or maybe they always were. I just covered them up with my excuses and sex.

The sexual chemistry still exists between us but that could not be the whole basis for a relationship. He might not have banged the door shut but he didn't love me. Maybe I was just a foolish person who believed lust to be love because love made us do crazy things. It makes us want to kill another person, set the world on fire just to get them back.

Alexandro

His face flashed before my eyes and I closed my eyes shut as the memories of us drowned in. The last time I saw him. The way there were tears in his eyes. For him I wanted to set the world on fire, I came back for revenge on him. I might have even killed for him. Memories one after another followed, young and foolish in love. Staring at stars in the night, hiding in the library, making out secretly, long talks, and those touches.

I went back for revenge, I had always told myself but no I went for him. He was the one I wanted to see back then. When Demyan proposed, I went back home because I wanted to attend to unfinished business but he was the unfinished business, and deep down he still was.

I heard the sound of a bang.

Fuck! The moment I closed my eyes that was when something had to happen.

My eyes went to the screen. There were trucks, two of them, that had just broken down the main gates. I switched between cameras and saw them running wildly at full speed toward the house. The guns were going off. I saw Demyan's men firing at the truck but they were was no firing back. I stared at the screen and saw one of them getting closer to the house.

I heard the sound of whooshing tires and as I turned around I saw the trucks coming straight for the office.

I heard the door being shut close and I turned around to see who it was. The biggest mistake I made. There was nowhere to go.

Fuck he had his men here. He had them all this time. Cillian, he knew about him. He knew everything.

The two trucks crashed straight into the office throwing me off.

As I turned around and saw the first truck coming straight for the office, a sense of panic filled me. The sound of screeching tires and the intensity of the situation overwhelmed my senses. However, before I could react, I noticed another truck approaching from the other direction, both converging on the office with sinister intent.

The collision was imminent, and my heart raced realizing the danger I was in. The two trucks collided with a deafening crash, causing a chaotic explosion of debris and metal. The impact sent me flying through the air, my body thrown off balance by the force of the collision.

As I tumbled through the air, time seemed to slow down for me. Thoughts raced through my mind, as I desperately tried to make sense of the situation.

With a jolt, I landed heavily on the ground, the impact knocking the wind out of me. I felt a searing pain in various parts of my body, evidence of the brutal impact. Gasping for breath, I struggled to gather my wits and assess the situation.

Around me, chaos ensued. Summoning every ounce of strength, I managed to push myself up from the ground, despite the pain coursing through my body. The office was now a scene of devastation, with rubble and shattered glass strewn everywhere. My head was throbbing with pain. I was bleeding somewhere I saw the blood on my hands.

Fueled by adrenaline, my survival instincts kicked in as I heard the opening and closing of the doors of the truck opening and closing. With my blurred vision, I tried to scan my surroundings, I searched for an escape route as the danger was far from over.

"Found her?" I heard the gruff voice of a man.

"No," the reply came. "We should have let one truck hit at a time.

"Hell no, we wanted her trapped. I bet she would have escaped by now if we hadn't paid enough to close the fucking door beforehand," came another voice. I knew none of them.

"Boss said us to bring her alive and in one go. He isn't paying us for failing. Remember we need her alive," I heard the crunch of their shoes growing near to where I was. They were four men, the space was small and I was bleeding hanging between consciousness and unconsciousness.

I had to get out of this alive. I needed a bit of time or help and I had no idea if I was getting the latter.

"There she is," I played dead as they approached me. I could attack them when they were near, take them by surprise it was the best shot I got. No one spoke as they grew near me. I heard the crunch under their shoes to estimate their positions. They were near me, any time their hands would reach to grab me and I had to fight back.

"She dead?" One of them questioned and I was ready to attack when I felt a prick in my arm. My other hand went up reflexively and I was ready to fight. I grabbed the hand nearest to me and pulled it to hear someone fall. My vision was blurry. I felt heavy but I saw three of them and one was lying on the floor in front of me.

"Are you alright man?" I felt uneasy. My body felt heavy. Keeping my eyes open seemed to be a struggle.

"I'm," he paused. "I want to mess this bitch up." I saw darkness in front of my vision. The black spots were dancing.

"Good thing, Cillian advised us to use this on her." Cillian was alive. Where was he? I felt more than dizzy. Hands were pulling me and I couldn't fight back.

"He helped us because he didn't want us to fuck up. Remember Viktor's word he wanted her alive not dead." I was being carried over a shoulder like a sack of potatoes. My hands couldn't move. Fuck I couldn't make any part of me move.

"Well, he wouldn't have put too much effort into making her this strong then." I was being thrown off on a hard surface. My back was screaming in pain.

"Some mistakes are made." I couldn't stay awake any longer.

"Sleep, woman, death is right around the corner." The clanking of metal doors was the last thing I heard before everything grew dark and I let myself lose into unconsciousness.

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