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Silver

"Kasia," I said, smirking. "Don't you remember our conversation yesterday?"

I knew she didn't. I knew she was drunk yesterday. Did I slightly take advantage of that...yes.

Am I supposed to feel remorse? I couldn't care less.

I kill people for a living...and enjoy it.

It's a simple date–fuck, me asking someone on a date is beyond me. I don't understand my feelings for her, it's like she's involuntarily pulling me toward her, and I'm not opposed.

I just need to fuck her and to get her on my bed, I need to butter her up. I'm not a lover...I don't love or like anyone. She's no exception. I'm going to fuck her–with an expensive condom–and leave once this feeling is gone.

You're lying to yourself.

I'm not.

Fucking hell.

Even how she smiles at my daughter melts the block of ice in my chest. It's fucking cheesy, but she makes me feel it. It makes me cringe. It's a weird feeling.

It's like I finally understood how Dimitri felt when Adore was kidnapped. I understood how in Adore's dangerous situation, she was worried about Dimitri.

What am I saying...what they have is love, not an urge to fuck someone that fits my fetishes and kinks.

She furrowed her brows. "What are you talking about?"

"You promised a date," I said simply.

She laughed melodiously. I like it when she laughs–fuck. "No, Silver, I didn't. I was having a ladies' night yesterday. You weren't–" she thought for a while. "I was drunk!" She immediately said, "No, that doesn't count! It's like fucking me while I'm drunk!"

I shrugged. "I don't care. You promised me."

Kasia walked up toward me. "I know you're lying or something." she squinted her eyes, trying to 'break me.'

"No, you did. You accepted and told him to come back later." Othello said, sauntering into the kitchen. "While you bitches were getting drunk, I was looking after y'all like a good friend."

She looked at me as I smirked, smug. "Go out with me."

She rolled her eyes. "Fine, when?"

"Now, get dressed," I said, gesturing to her room.

"Have fun, Kasia," Othello said, giggling.

Kasia glared at the both of us before going into her room to change.

The warmth I felt in my chest was weird, suffocatingly good, when I realized she was actually going out with me, and I had no idea where I was going to take her.

I hadn't expected it to be this easy.

"The rest of them are going to be so proud." Othello smiled.

"If you tell Rune and Aeros any of this. I will kill you–I don't care what Dashiel knows about this. He's never going to do anything."

Othello raised his arms in surrender. "Have fun, and do not break this girl's heart, or I will kill you." He smiled before leaving.

It's inevitable, Othello.

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Kasia

I wore my black stockings with black pumps. A short light brown skirt and a light brown halter piece with a black bow in the middle.

I topped it off with a pearl necklace and earrings, and ear muffs that matched my outfit. It was fall, and I was here to eat the girls up.

I sighed, thinking to myself that I shouldn't feel too giddy.

Just wait for him to find some new pussy. He'll leave you alone.

I looked in the mirror and frowned, looking at the love handles and fat. If only I had a body like Natalia's.

She has the body of a model...just like my sister.

Maybe I should eat less. Go to the gym more.

I closed my eyes. This is what I get for looking in the mirror.

I was involuntarily crying. I was making myself cry. Talk about being the cause of your own demise. This was embarrassing.

I couldn't even lift a hand to wipe a tear before Silver stormed in. "What's–" his eyes trailed from my legs to my face and then scrutinized the tears on my face. "Why are you crying?"

I laughed. He was concerned, but he didn't sound like he was. "I don't like my outfit."

He furrowed his brows. "You're crying because...you don't like your outfit."

I sighed. "No–lemme change."

"No," he grabbed my waist. "I won't be able to stop myself from looking under your skirt." He grumbled to himself, licking his lips, making himself look even sexier.

"Stop!" I squealed when he lifted my skirt a little. "Ok," I sighed. "If you like it, I love it, I guess."

"What the fuck does that mean?" Silver asked genuinely with a tilt of his head.

I laughed. "Come on, let's go."

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Silver scratched the back of his head, seemingly uncomfortable in the small cutsie cafe he brought me to. "It's cute," I said, smiling as we sat down.

Silver grunted in disagreement.

He looked so disproportionate to the cafe. He was a dark and brooding man with tattoos, scars, and a fucking robotic hand, and the cafe was light, yellow, pink, and pastel colors. Even Hello Kitty was drawn on the walls, and it was small, so small that Silver made the place cramped.

"Kyle said your family has a controversial job and that you get sent on missions. What's that?"

Silver thought for a while. "That's a story for another time."

I scoffed. "Bold of you to assume there will be another time,"

Silver smirked. "Because there will."

I rolled my eyes. "No, there won't."

"No?"

"No–stop doing that!" I whined. "It's seriously creepy."

"All I'm doing is repeating your words," he said innocently.

I sighed. "Whatever, um, tell me how you lost your hand," I said, searching for topics.

Silver looked a little annoyed like it annoyed him to have lost his hand, or maybe it was my question. "I blew it off."

I gasped loudly, covering my mouth. "Oh my god, Silver, that must have hurt."

"I don't remember. It was ten years ago." He shrugged.

"Can I touch it?" I asked, curious as to how it'd feel.

"No." He answers, but my fingers have already moved to brush against it before I interlock my fingers with his robotic ones.

"Can you even feel this?"

"No." His robotic hands held mine. "I can only control it."

I pulled my hand away from his softly as the waiter walked over to us. "Sorry for the delay,"

I smiled. "It's fine,"

"Can I take your orders?" He said, smiling.

"Um, oreo milkshake and chocolate cake," I said.

"Fuck off." Silver glared at him hard, making the waiter tremble. Ugh, Jesus.

"O–ok, I'll be back soon, ma'am."

"Why do you have to be so mean?" I asked when the waiter was out of earshot.

His hand slipped onto my thigh. "He was smiling too hard."

I giggled. "He was doing his job," I tried to push his hand away, but he just slipped it farther up. "Silver, it looks weird. Get your hands off."

"No," he squeezed my thigh. "I like my hand here, and you do too–stop clenching your thighs, or I'm going to finger fuck you."

"Oh my god," I cover my face in embarrassment. "You're so...shameless."

"I never said I wasn't," he stated simply.

"No, go away," I pushed his face away.

"No?"

"No, Silver–" He grabbed my neck and quickly pressed his lips onto mine, leaving me surprised. I couldn't keep myself from smiling. "Stop doing this," I said.

He raised an eyebrow. "What?"

I opened my mouth to speak, but the waiter came back with my food, and I squealed. "This looks so good."

I put my straw in and took a fork, digging in. "Mhm, it's good," I said as Silver watched quietly. I lifted my fork to his mouth. "Try it,"

He hesitated, looking at me like I had two heads. I thought he was about to reject me, but then Silver opened his mouth, and I smiled in relief and fed him.

He said nothing, nodding his head in content. "It's good?"

He nodded. "I like anything sweet." he leaned closer. "Like you and your pussy," he whispered with a straight face.

"Stop," I gasped, sipping the Oreo milkshake to avoid looking at him. "This is also good too" I reached over to get him a straw, but he took the drink and drank from my straw. I dropped the straw that was in my hand and sighed. "That was my straw."

"Ok...?"

I sighed, rolling my eyes. "I was sharing. I was about to get you a straw."

"No." He gruffed.

"No?" I mocked him.

He poked my forehead with two fingers. "Shut up and feed me."

"Asshole." I rubbed my forehead, pouting as I raised my fork with the soft chocolate cake into his mouth before serving myself. It went on like this, I fed Silver, and he drank my Oreo milkshake.

I don't know why it felt so good to feed him. Maybe it was because I thought it was cute. The man had a sweet tooth, and it was quite obvious.

"I'm having fun," I said when I gave Silver the last piece of cake. "Thank you,"

"If you're really grateful, you'd kiss me."

I rolled my eyes. "You should be grateful to me. I helped your daughter." I joked.

"I saved you from that man, and you haven't even repaid me enough." He shrugged.

"You don't do things to be repaid. You have to do it from the kindness–"

"Shut up," he gave me a side-eye. "Does it look like I do things from the 'kindness of my heart'?"

I was about to rebuff his statement, but I looked at him from top to bottom and sighed, gesturing for him to come closer to me. "You're right. Come here."

Silver pressed his lips onto mine, pushing his tongue inside my mouth and grabbing my ass. My hand slipped to the side of my face as he deepened the kiss.

"Silver!" A shrill voice called out, making me jump and pull away. Natalia was standing by the cafe door, and she was angry–furious even.

Silver, if anything, was annoyed. "How did you find me?"

"Don't worry about that!" She screamed, causing a scene. "How could you do this to me?! And with this doctor!" She turned to me. "You whore."

I gasped. "I–I think I should leave." I stuttered, standing up abruptly as she made her way toward us.

He grabbed my arm and forced me back down. "You're not going anywhere." Then he sighed toward Natalia. "Leave. You're not going to call her a whore again." Silver threatened, eerily calm and collected.

She scoffed, surprised that Silver was defending me. I knew she was about to air this bitch out, and I wanted to leave before anything worse could happen.

"Silver, just let me go," I begged, not wanting any more embarrassment.

"No, stay," Natalia was all of a sudden in front of me. She grabbed my Oreo milkshake and threw it at me. I heard people around me giving small audible gasps as I tried my best to stay calm. I wanted to slap a bitch, but instead, I wiped my face so I could see.

Silver grabbed Natalia aggressively, standing at his full height, brooding, angry, and scary. "What the fuck is wrong with you bitch?"

Her eyes filled with tears, but I was too angry to feel bad. I took my bag with heavy eyes and stormed out. I was so fucking embarrassed.

I was about to call an Uber when someone grabbed my waist and spun me around. "Silver, let me go."

"Come with me." He said, but I scoffed and yanked myself away from him.

I felt angry and embarrassed. "I'm not doing this."

"Do you now not understand basic English?" He raised an eyebrow.

I scoffed. "I could say the same for you. Leave me alone and sort out your baby mama shit."

He didn't say anything, but he didn't let me walk away. He grabbed me and lifted me over his shoulder, getting some of the Oreo milkshake residue on him. He didn't seem to care. "Let me go, Silver!" I yelled.

People watched, but no one was going to be brave enough to fight Silver. No one cared about me like that.

He pushed me into his car once again and started driving. I didn't say anything at this point. I looked out the window with my arms crossed and steam blowing through my ears. There was no way I was going to jump out of this car, nor was I going to fight a dangerous man such as himself.

We got to his house in under five minutes, and he pulled me out. He looked furious, but it wasn't toward me. He was being gentle with me, apart from forcefully pulling me into his house.

He tried to make me walk up the stairs, but I wasn't going to climb up them, so he once again threw me over his shoulder and walked upstairs and into his lavish room.

Was I being petty? I don't know.

He placed me on my feet again and gestured to the bathroom inside of his room. "Wash this shit off."

I didn't say anything. I didn't move. I just gave him a side-eye.

"Kasia," he warned. "Or maybe you want me to strip you and force you into that shower." He said. I could feel his patience hanging by a thread, and it brought back the fear I had of him. His eyes...they always just scare me.

I turned around, went to the bathroom, and closed the door. His bathroom was dimly lit, kind of relaxing, and clean.

I stepped into the shower and hurriedly washed myself off. I was going to leave after this.

I wasn't pissed anymore. I thought about it, and I just don't want the drama. I don't want my parents to find out. I don't want my heart broken in the future when Silver chooses Natalia at the end of the day.

I got out of the shower, and I noticed that he had put a black shirt and some sweatpants on the counter for me. I didn't even try to wear the pants; they weren't going to fit. I threw on the shirt, picked up my clothes, and folded them neatly. I walked out of the bathroom and completely ignored Silver as I picked up my bag.

"Kasia, sit down."

Ignored.

"Kasia."

Ignored.

Suddenly, I was spun around, and a heavy hand wrapped around my neck. I gasped as he tilted my chin up to stare into his silver eyes. His hard, apathetic, emotionally detached eyes. "I don't want to go out with you anymore," I whispered, whimpering in fear.

"I don't care." He said. "It doesn't matter anymore. You're mine."

I felt tears on my cheek, I didn't even realize it, but I was crying again. "Silver," I said softly. "You're scaring me."

"I know," he whispered. He caressed my cheek, completely stoic, before pulling away. "You're not going anywhere because of Natalia. So stop crying. It's weird."

I quickly wiped the tears and sniffed. "Natalia's not going–"

"She doesn't control me," Silver took out another cigarette. "The only reason she's alive is because of Analia." He muttered. "Now, strip and get on the fucking bed."

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