Wrath's Genesis

Chapter Fifty Five

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The house was surprisingly silent as I creeped out of my room and down the hallway towards my set destination. Although it was 5:00am, which would have had the house dead asleep in a normal household, that could not be said for a Mafia household which almost always had one guard or the other doing rounds and ensuring our safety.

Being in the Mafia is so much damn hard work. Always looking over your shoulder, can't really trust people either.

All of my fears from my wedding day lurked in the background, swirling within my mind with endless possibilities of what dangerous s**t could happen to me. It was depressing to think of my life hanging in the literal damn balance.

Which is why you are going to shove that thought back into the Pandora's box in your sub-conscious and focus on your plan...

It was a shitty pep talk but it worked enough for me to resume my approach towards my husband's room, which was, thankfully, not as far from mine. It limited the chances of me being discovered by one of the guards.

I've left early enough for that not to be a possibility though. Yes, I have studied all the guard rotations and gathered enough information to ensure that the next step of my plan went smoothly. I could be meticulous as f**k in some of the things I did. Everything had completely shifted as soon as Noah's video came to my attention.

I remembered why I was doing this and that made me all the more motivated to line up all of my plans. I would find my best friend and free myself from any kind of chains that would make him more pissed at me than he probably is about not listening to him and offering myself to the King of Sin wilingly.

Yeah, he'll probably kill me, but I could not give two f***s when his life is literally on the damn line because of the multitude of secrets he's keeping from me...

Glancing at my phone for time, a small smile stretched across my lips at the perfectly aligning events. 5:05am. Good. I had five minutes to set up everything to ensure that my plan continued to go off without any kind of hitch.

Silently turning the lock, my heart beat erratically in my chest despite the fact that it slowly slid open and revealed the dark room that I had seen only once before during my tour with the ladies. I'd known he wouldn't lock his door. That was just the kind of man he was.

Cocky as f**k and unafraid of any kind of outcome. He really thinks he's f*****g immortal or he probably doesn't view me as much of a threat...

He was about to regret that particular sentiment that built my resolve all the more as I slowly made my way into the room and shut the door behind me. Although I wasn't sure of his motivations, I had learnt his habits well enough to know when he's being a cocky asshole.

I am about to reduce that ego down a notch.

Starting on my first mission, I made my way towards his sizable walk in closet as silently as I could, barefooted and in my silk sleeping shorts and matching crop top pajamas, all because my clothes had gone missing somehow between the time I had gone to work and returned to the discovery of my best friend's whereabouts.

Noah's video had caught me completely off guard, disorienting all of my thoughts and blinding me from the fact that my husband had been up to some devious s**t while I was away. Part of me was sure that this was retaliation for the stunt I pulled on him, but something about it just didn't seem...right.

It does't seem like him. If he wanted to prove a point and piss me the hell off, then he would probably have done it to my face. Unless he's just being an asshole about it.

The Master closet was certainly one for the books. I could barely admire it as I shone my phone's flashlight around it as subtly as I possibly could lest I wake up the silently sleeping- but very f*****g dangerous individual on the massive king-sized bed. I was good at stealth, but certainly wasn't as sneaky as Soren f*****g Alexander and his clothes' stealing habits.

If he used them for something creepy, I am going to punch his teeth down his throat...

My suspicions were, however, unconfirmed as I looked upon rows and rows of his expensive clothes, shoes, watches and more. He was certainly not in possession of any kind of female attire. The "hers" side of the closet was completely empty and, for some reason, that excited me more than it probably should have.

Awe engulfed me as I admired his affluence once more and impeccable taste. The man certainly possessed every single trait I had baptized him with and I didn't know whether to be mad at him or simply kiss his damn, perfect feet.

Satisfied that I had been thorough enough in my search and disappointed at my findings, I silently made my way back into the main bedroom where the black Victorian chair in the corner welcomed me as I approached it and settled into it, ensuring I made absolutely no sound.

Part of me knew that nothing would be easy about my plan. That I would not find my things so easily. Not when dealing with the King of Sin and his grudgingly brilliant mind. He had managed to stay on top of everything to do with his empire for years, going as far as to tackle his enemies in the most lethal and final of ways.

Amongst the multiple things I had requested Diesel for, one among them was a file on my husband's achievements and back story which I was sure had been censored greatly and was missing certain important information. Although the psychopath who was in love with my best friend would do anything to obtain her, he certainly wouldn't betray his brother.

What had been in that folder was enough to give me insight into my husband's abilities and boy were there many. It was almost like a manifesto of many of the incredible feats he had done. He had become an even more formidable opponent in my mind once I comprehended the behemoth of a task that I had coming.

Shit, if I get through this, then miracles really do happen...

It was probably not very healthy to be so negative, but I was realistic enough of my situation to know when I had met my match. My instructors had taught me well enough to know when to be extremely cautious and when to not engage. I was sure they would have urged me to run away from my husband and the bucket-load of red flags he possessed.

Not this time, guys. I'm sorry...

I instantly put a cap on those thoughts, ones that threatened to send me plunging back into the absolute depths of my dark sub-conscious and right into the volatile Pandora's box that beheld all the f****d up s**t I was running from. My mind fixated instead on my husband, who was no longer sleeping as deeply as he had been and was now tossing and turning, in the clutches of a particularly bad nightmare.

I was momentarily stunned as I watched him, watched his shirtless body writhe under the stress of the dream. His shirtless body was sweaty as was his forehead as he murmured words in a foreign language that I could not understand but sounded a lot like the one he used on me occasion.

Part of me wanted to comfort him, to wake him and tell him that it would all be okay. He looked so vulnerable, so human that I wanted to approach him, to help him. I wanted to show him kindness and yet the logical part of me knew that he would probably not take it too kindly.

You can't forget who he is, Em...And he probably won't take it very well that you were privy to such a private moment. You might end up getting yourself killed.

I was slowly convincing myself of all the downsides of approaching the man on the bed as my hand tightened around my gun. I couldn't afford to deviate from my plan. I couldn't sacrifice all of my meticulous planning.

"Malyshka..."

It was a silent, pained, lonely whisper, almost like a desperate call that pushed me to action before I comprehended what the hell I was doing. My feet moved to him of their own accord and my free hand engulfed his own in a tight grip. My heartbeat was erratic as I brushed his hair off his sweat-matted forehead.

"I'm here, Soren...I'm right here."

My voice seemed to calm him somewhat, to sate his disturbed sleep.

Which is why I didn't see it coming.

My gasp was loud as he wrapped his hand around my waist- hard- before violently pulling me right over him and onto the bed, his body instantly pinning mine underneath his as his hand reached for a gun under his pillow that he pointed right at my forehead just as I raised mine in kind and pointed it at his own forehead.

Ah s**t, I just had to deviate from my plan even if my gut said no. I just listened to my ridiculous heart and now, I am well and truly fucked...

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