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It's Marco who nods his head. “Yeah, but get this. They had Silver because they planned to marry her off to Dimitri so that Popov could be welcomed back into the fold.”
What. The. Fuck? How would that even work? First off they'd have to get Silver to be docile and compliant like a little lamb which would be next to impossible. Silver is a motherfucking fighter. There's no way that would have happened. The other reason that plan was beyond idiotic is because Silver is Italian.
“I know the confusion running through your head, man. I was confused as fuck too but check this out.” Drake holds out some papers and one of them is a birth certificate.
“This thing says her father is Ruslan Popov.” I look back up at Drake with disgust written on my face. Not because she could be Russian—because honestly, Russians are dope as fuck and just as loyal. Popov seems to be a fluke, though. No, the reason I sneer at these papers is because they're counterfeit.
“This is a fake document”
“You're right. But nonetheless, he planned to sell off Silver with a forgery to Dimitri so we called him in New York. He promises he had no knowledge of this plan and to prove his innocence and loyalty to the truce, he sent out soldiers to collect Popov and his daughter.”
The door bangs open and Jefa's head pops out, “She's awake and asking for you.” I don't say anything. I just push past everyone like a fire is under my ass, and burst into Silver's room.
The left side of her face is purple and her eye is shut from/ the swelling but when she sees me she gives me the most beautiful smile I've ever seen.
“Well, are you just going to stand there or are you going to come kiss me?” Her voice isn't the soft breeze it used to be. It's rough and close to a whisper. Like she's spent most of her time in captivity screaming or silent. Fuck, my heart spasms at that thought.
I cross the room in four quick strides and sit on the bed beside her. I take her and notice her ring is gone. I clench my eyes closed as my tics begin to take over.
“I should have taken you into the office with me.” My voice shakes as my self hatred rears it's flaming head. It's my fucking fault she was taken. It's my lack of concentration that aided in her abduction.
“I wouldn't have gone with you. I wanted you to have a moment with your sister, love. I wouldn't have taken that moment from you or her.” I look up to her face and see nothing but love and truth in her features.
“Fucking hell, Silver. I've missed you. I've been going crazy without you, I barely survived the torment. I wanted to give up so many times but I wouldn't, I love you too much to let you go.”
Her sob breaks through and I quickly scoop her into my arms, being careful not to disturb her IV and hold her as she cries into my shirt. I kiss her head while she breaks apart... She knows I'll put the pieces back together again.
I whisper as the gates to her tears burst open and the flood pours out. Her cries quickly turn from tortured sobs to angered wails but still, I hold her. Finally, her tears slow and her cries turn to soft hiccups.
I lift her chin and look into her eyes, “I got you, Neviah and I'm never letting you go. I promise.”
“You'll fight for me?” Tears leak out of the corner of her eyes but I wipe them away.
“Always.” I kiss her and the months of pain so unbearable that suicidal thoughts and bitterness became my constant companions, is suddenly swept away. Silver's lips are the balm to my soul. The taste of her mouth is like a kiss to the wounds on my heart. I can feel the void in my chest being filled with warmth and completion.
I pull back and look at her, sweeping her long hair from her shoulders so I can place kisses there. I lay her back and plant kisses to her chest before laying my head above her breast, listening to her beautiful heart beat as it serenades me with its life song.
I haven't felt this peace in so long that I don't want to ruin the moment with talking. I don't want to ask her questions that'll make her relive things. So I don't.
I hold her small body to mine as she holds me to her. Her fingers work through my hair, scratching at my scalp as she whispers, “I love you, Twitch.”
Soon her breathing evens out so I slowly lift my body from hers, only to climb under the blankets. I roll her on to her side and wrap my arm around her, pulling her tight against my chest.
With my girl in my arms and my nose nestled into the crook of her neck, I fall into a peaceful sleep. One I haven’t had since the night she went missing.
Tomorrow I'll get my answers if she's willing to speak on it. If not… Well, I can always dig the answers out from beneath Ivan's skin.
