I stand up, straighten my white tee and clear my throat. "It's about a girl."

Luca spins promptly and his wide eyes examine me whereas Andrew looks at me in utter shock. I don't want him to know about her but I'm also aware that he will notice her soon in this house. I cannot stop him from coming here, as much as this house belongs to me and Andrew, it's his also. My dad favors him more than me and this cruel reality makes him have the upper hand. He is as gruesome as my dad and is more heinous than me.

I still remember how he was asking my dad to let him kill them instead of me on our France mission. Memories of that day slowly start to show up once again. Emotions rush into my veins, making me live through that day once again. The memories are still fresh even though they happened years ago, exactly five years back.

"Hold this." My dad commanded my sixteen-year-old self. I rubbed my sweaty hands together and moved back. Our head turned to Andrew who was gagging at the horrible sight before our eyes. Man in his thirties was tied to the chair and flesh was hanging out of his open cheek. His eyes pierced mine and begged for mercy as his body trembled in fear.

"Let me go. Leave me, leave me." Andrew's voice boomed in the room. He was running away from hell, from the monster's cave but there wasn't any escape. That was our reality, our fate, our life. The path which we never wanted to walk on was now around the corner. From childhood, we knew that we would be taking someone's precious life someday but never thought that it would be that ugly and vicious.

"Blake." My father shouted and I jumped. I was able to hear my heartbeat. My stomach twisted awfully and all I could do was beg him to let the guy and us go. But my dad never heard our cries, Andrew struggled in Gabriel's grip whereas my dad grabbed my arm and placed the cold clunk of metal in my hand, the gun. I looked at the man with tears pricking my eyes. His eyes beseeched but there wasn't anything I could do for him.

"I'll kill him, uncle." Luca interrupted and snatched the deadly weapon from my hands. He pointed it at the man between his forehead before sliding the barrel. I stared at him in disbelief. I could not believe he is the same cousin of mine who we grew up with, played, laughed, and cried. The desire was burning in his eyes to kill the man whose only sin was to be in intelligence service, trying to track us.

"No, Blake will do it," Dad commanded and seized the gun from him. He clasped my arm and made me hold the cold metal.

"On the count of three, either this man will die or your brother will," Dad warned while pointing the gun at Andrew.

"1" His counting started and my heart was exploding.

"2"

With trembling hands, I looked at the man with clouded vision and squeezed shut my eyes as I pulled the trigger. His blood splattered over my shirt and face. The gun fell out of my hands on the cold concrete.
I flinched and realized what I had done.

Andrew looked at me in horror with pity-filled eyes. I was a complete mess. I lost my mind and myself right then and there.

"What a pussy!" Luca mocked and chuckled. I felt guilty, hopeless, and cold. To save my dear one I took someone else's dear one's life. How pathetic it is! Dad patted my shoulder and left with Luca and Gabriel.

Andrew took my hand to prevent me from falling. I was devastated at the horror I created. The dead man's eyes bored into mine. His eyes were trying to say something, something which I could not apprehend. Blood kept oozing out of the hole on his forehead.

I ran away from that hell, to somewhere far where no one could see me. The darkness of the night helped my tear-stained face go unnoticed by a bunch of people I passed through. I kept running with my head down as I fell with a thud since I bumped into someone. That something cried out in pain too.

"I'm sorry! Are you okay?" She asked, concerned.

I looked at the petite girl who was busy picking up her fallen books. Her hair covered her face and her voice for some reason soothed me. Once she picked up her books, her eyes looked up to mine as she stood up to her feet whereas I was still on the ground.

She gasped in fear but then she regained her composure and offered me her hand. I looked at her hand and gave her a confused look.

"Not every person who has bloodstains on their shirt is a murderer." She joked to lighten the tension.

Deep down I smiled but little did she know that her joke was a reality in my case. She snaps her fingers in front of my face as I was pretty zoned out for a second in my thoughts.

"I hope you're not hurt." She said politely. She sounded genuine. It wasn't sympathy but actual care. Why in the world will someone care about some stranger? I refused to take her hand and stand up by myself not because I didn't want to but because I didn't want her to stain her hand with blood.

"We all have worse days but I think there's always something good at the end." She said directly looking into my eyes. She didn't even know what I went through, what I did right now! Yet she is consoling me. Why?

"And why do you think I have had a worse day?" I asked, breaking my silence.

"Well, that's all your looks say right now. I mean just look at you. You have bloodstains on your shirt, your hands are bloody, tear stains on your face, and your eyes...."

She trailed off for a second as she leaned a bit closer to me and her light brown eyes observed my light blue ones for a second before she continued, "You look like you are in pain."

"Don't you think, talking to a stranger at night isn't the right and safe thing to do? I might turn out to be a criminal who would..."

"Kidnap me, kill me?" She cut me off and laughed while clutching onto her stomach.

"Listen, stranger, I'm not afraid of you. And do you know why? Because you are in utter pain. And I don't believe you, murder people, coz I don't think anyone who kills feels pain..."

She looked at my hand before continuing, "After getting blood on their hands."

She was right about my pain but about the murder, she was completely wrong. Only if she knew that the blood on my body is of someone I just killed, I wonder how she would've reacted if she knew the truth.

"Don't worry this day will pass. And remember the words my dad used to say, 'Good days always wait for you at the end.'" She said before smiling lightly and waving me goodbye.

She disappeared in the darkness leaving me alone. But I didn't feel so anymore, I felt better than before. Her words, her voice, they sounded angelic. As if an angel just descended to help me from becoming the monster I was going to turn into. She helped me, saved me, and on top of that gave me hope to live once again.

"Blake, where the hell was you? Father is calling us right this instant. We're leaving for London right now." Andrew bent at his knees while he panted for air.

My hopes to see her again drowned as I boarded the private plane which belongs to my dad. One day I'll meet her again to thank her and will never let her leave me again like she did that day.

And now My love is with me. Be it forced but I need her badly. I have to protect her and this is the only way for me by keeping her close to me. Five years back I didn't know her name and I didn't plan on finding it either. But for months and years, I could never forget her. She never left my brain for a second. And that's when I finally decided to search for her. I told Andrew to get all the information on her and that's when I found out that her name is Melissa. She lived with her parents and she had this little sister, Rose.

She planned to become a doctor so I sent her an invitation letter from Cottonwood Medical University. It's all my doing just to bring her here because I can't move to France. I got her into the same group as me and had never planned to kidnap her. I was just gonna be her good friend and then do things the normal way but she never understood my intentions. She has changed, there's little to no kindness in her when it comes to me. She behaves all rude to me and opposite to the nature she showed me that day five years back. I don't care about anything. I just need her to stay with me and that's what I plan to do. She will stick with me till death do us apart. I won't let her leave me again. She is mine and will stay mine for the rest of her life and no one can stop me from doing so.

"And who's that unlucky girl?" Luca asks, interrupting my thoughts.

"You don't need to know." I snap, giving him a cold stare.

"By the way, what brings you here Luca?" Andrew asks out of the blue. Probably to change the topic and ease the tension.

"Mmm..." Luca taps his index finger on his chin and smirks, "Missed y'all."

"Well then now that you met us, you are free to leave," I smirk while Andrew chuckles softly.

Luca gives an annoying look, "Fine. I'm not free you know, like you both. So I'll leave for now." He stomps towards the exit and unexpectedly turns around.

"Next time we meet, I would appreciate it if I could meet that unlucky girl." He winks before waving an unnecessary bye.

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A/N:
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