Dr. Nicca James Alfarone

"You mean to tell me, Nicca," Jose glared at me, his face blazing in anger as he clenched his fists, surely penetrating his skin. "That, that asshole you met two bloody months ago, the one who I FUCKING WARNED YOU ABOUT, THAT ASSHOLE I TOLD YOU WAS SHADY AS ALL HELL," He began to yell at me and I wanted to curl up into a ball. Mad Jose was scary. "IS THE ONE WHO FUCKING RAPED YOU! ARE YOU KIDDING, FIGGLIO DI PUTTANA!" He heaved in rage and I nodded. "Oh hell no." He shook his head.

"He WHAT?!" Mikhail turned to me, his face mirroring Jose's. I could see his eyes darkening as his jaw clenched. "That's who that woman was talking about?" He looked down at me, a sneer on his face and I knew was filled with fury. I could feel the aura forming around him as he stalked over to the desk, taking his gun out of the drawer. "Hell no, Nicca!" Jose shook his head as he walked over to grab his keys. "Ha messo con quello sbagliato." He seethed and I knew he was mad because he never spoke full Italian (He messed with the wrong one). "Where are you guys going?!" I sputtered, not understanding what was happening.

"First, I'm going to dig him a grave." Jose nodded in affirmation. "Mikhail is going to shoot him but he's going to let me have my way with him because I fucking warned you, Nicca!" He snapped. "I told you I didn't feel right about that jackass! He even told you that you guys never had sex, what kind of bullshit lie was that?!" He motioned to my phone, referring to the call. "He had the nerve to say he found you in the alley outside of Limelight. I bet my fucking ass, he put you there." He folded his arms, closing his eyes and I wanted to calm down.

How did it come to this? I didn't know and I don't think I would ever know. I felt empty, hollow. How could someone, three people do that to me? One person, I thought I trusted and had everything invested in him. He sat there and he lied to me, even when I gave him the benefit of the doubt. "What are you going to do now?" Mikhail asked and I truly didn't know what to say or how to answer that question. I was at a true loss now. "I have no idea." I began. "I'll just wait until my father figures out who is after me and then I'll deal with this." I muttered, feeling all types of emotions.

I wasn't even happy. I just found out the guy I could potentially come to love, raped me. I had no idea why he would rape me in the first place if he was after my father.

"I'll be right back." Jose headed towards the door of my room. "I need a freaking breather." He confessed, exiting the room and then it was Mikhail and I left. "Are you okay?" He asked and I shook my head. "I'm at a loss right now, Mikhail." He nodded, fixing the cuff of his suit. "I just feel like everything that I gave to him has been broken. I want to cry but I can't. I want to scream but I have no voice." My words quivered as my voice cracked, his eyes looking into mine and I wanted to be held by him.

I knew my mark was bright green once again but something else caught my eye. I saw something bright peeking out of Mikhail's sleeve and I squinted my eyes to get a better look, noticing that the bright thing I was seeing was the same thing I saw on my wrist. "Mikhail?" I called out and he hummed in response. "Yes?" I rolled my eyes at his polite tone, pointing at his right wrist. "What is that?" He looked down at what I was pointing and he sighed, not having the words to respond. 

"That, I can't tell you right now." I furrowed my eyebrows in confusion. "Why not?" He let out a breath and I noticed his eyes were changing colors from hazel to blue. "If I tell you, you will be in more danger that you already are. If I tell you, I would have to be willing to tell you other things about me and I'm not sure if you would be handle it. I'm not sure if you would be able to believe me." He admitted and I found myself thinking about his words. "Никто никогда не делает." He whispered, his Russian coming out so I didn't understand what he was saying and it looked like he was done talking about that (No one ever does). "Just know this, Nicca." He gazed into my eyes and it felt like I could feel his emotions, all his worries. "That story I told you about the wolf," I bobbed in memory of his late night story.

"It wasn't exactly a story."

By now, we were facing each other, our faces almost touching as we stared eye to eye and I had the urge to kiss him. I had been having the desire to kiss Mikhail Baranov every time I saw him, which was every second. I don't know what it was, but it was driving me crazy. I had to know what he felt like, tasted like. Somehow, I knew he felt the same. I inched forward as slowly as possible, watching him mirror my movements. "Nicca..." He let out and my body shivered at the sound of his accent coming through his deep, baritone voice, slipping through my eyes like the sweetest song. "Mikhail..." I whispered, feeling his lips touch and at that moment, they collided.

My heart jumped around inside of the cage that held, beating with equal fervor. What was this feeling? Our tongues merged together as we opened our mouths slightly in unison, ignoring the high we felt from it. This was nothing like this kisses I received from Steve, no. This was more passionate, more intense, full of feelings. It was as if my lips were made for us. I couldn't think of anything else but him, Mikhail. This amazing feeling, took me away from reality and all of my worries as long as it could. My heart skipped a few beats and I could hear his in my ear. We pulled away, panting for air and the tattoo on my wrists began to flash. His hair was tousled over his eyes, his skin slightly red from the contact and I decided that I had never seen anything better.

"We can't do this." He put a finger up to my lips and I stilled, listening to his voice. "Not yet." He shook his head, standing up. "This would put everything in jeopardy and I fear for your safety." He said before he walked out of the room, leaving me to my thoughts. I touched my lips, remembering the feeling. What did he mean? Why couldn't this happen? Was he worried about something? Why was that the best kiss I ever had?

"Nicca, I love you but you are stupid." Jose said as he walked in through the door. My heart felt as if it had been crushed by a sledgehammer. I had no idea why I was feeling this way. I knew it wasn't because of Steve. I was more angry that I was hurt. Was it because of Mikhail? This feeling only started when I leaned forward to kiss him. "You have to live with that for the rest of your life, knowing that you almost fell in love with your rapist." Jose laughed coldly, staring down at me and I looked down. "Bloody hell, I have half the mind to slap the fuck out of you right now but I'm not even if I'm right." He snarled, his jaw set in a firm line. 

"I know." I whispered, ashamed with myself. I knew I had saw the signs of how suspicious Steve was but I was just happy with the fact that someone was willing to like me and that's all it took for me to push that blind faith away. I was disappointed in Steve but also in myself because I knew Jose was right. I was disappointed in myself because I should've listened and I know I couldn't change the past. What's done was done. I could go to the cops but what use would it be if he was able to write it off like it never happened?

Then someone knocked on the door and once I gave the okay to enter, Mikhail walked in, a fierce expression etched on his appearance as if he had seen something he shouldn't have. "What is it, Mikhail?" I asked softly, my emotions all over the place after that kiss. 

"I've finally figured out who Emiliano Capaldi is." Mikhail muttered, staring deeply into my eyesas he walked over to me. I wondered how he did that so quick, but I remembered he had the ability to search through many databases. "Who?" I questioned, tilting my head, not breaking the contact. "He's one of the top members of Deathrow, meaning that he has to be close with the leader of the gang. He too is going by an alias, which I don't know." He shrugged, opening his computer. "I did manage to find several pictures of Emiliano before he went to jail. I haven't seen this face at all but you probably will." He said and I narrowed my eyes at him. "Will I actually know who this person is?" I asked and he shrugged. "You most likely will because I can't think of any other person." He explained.

"Emiliano Capaldi is a 33 year old man who has ran the sidelines of Deathrow for 4 years now and he has several aliases, posing on several jobs." Mikhail snorted and I relished in the contact of his arm touching mine, sending explosions through my mind. "It's a surprise how no one has managed to put together a connection." I wondered, just how did I know this person named Emiliano? I had never met anyone with that name or met anyone who would want to hurt me like that. "Why would he rape me though?" I was still upset about that and I would always be upset. They took a part of me that I could never get back.

Mikhail clenched his jaw at the mention of the rape, letting out a controlled sigh. "He most likely had the notion that if you were under the influence and you were in danger, you would tell your secrets about your family if you felt that it was a solution of freeing yourself." He offered and I nodded. "Wait, you know?" I asked and he slowly agreed to me. "Yes. I know everything that there is to know." He turned me, staring harshly into my eyes and I understood. "Wow." I let out a breath and he chuckled. "I see why you guys are targeted now." He continue to chuckle darkly and I stared at him, not comprehending just what he meant by that. "Here he is." He clicked on the screen and I prepared myself for what was to come.

He turned the computer to me and my mouth dropped in shock. I shuddered at the remembrance of talking with him and I was left wondering how a man like him could do such a thing. Shivers wracked my body and I fought the urge to let out a cry. "Isn't that," Jose pointed to the screen and I nodded, my voice stuck in my throat and I forgot how to breathe. Was this reality? Was I actually sitting here, looking at someone I thought I trusted? I bit my lip to stop myself from crying. "Oh hell no." Jose muttered, palming his face. "What? You know this man, Mr. Alfarone?" Mikhail peered into my face and I looked at him, fear written all over mine. The same man with the same haircut, same green eyes, same tanned skin, it was all the same and I cursed myself. "Who is he?" He asked and I closed my eyes, unable to believe it but it was true all the same.

"T-That's Adrian!"