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“You can’t do this. You can’t possibly choose Volkov over me—”
“Leave.”
“Rose…” He gets up, but two guards are on him right away. “I’m begging you.”
“I want him to leave,” I tell Viktor, avoiding Sam’s gaze.
“There’s just one issue,” Viktor tells me. He grabs my hand with his and puts the other on my cheek. “I made a little deal with Samuel. I told him he could leave this place with you if he convinced you to. But I also said that if he didn’t, he wouldn’t leave at all. He seemed so sure you’d choose him.”
I let out a huff of disbelief. “You shouldn’t have put your life on the line.” I finally look at the man I used to be in love with. “Not after you betrayed me. Not after siding with Bianco.”
“I did this for you,” he tells me. His voice is calm, not trembling to the rhythm of fear like mine.
I get up from the sofa, unable to look at him anymore.
“They’ll kill me…Look at me! They will fucking kill me!” he shouts at my retreating back. “Rose, don’t do this to me.”
I turn one last time. “Your life doesn’t matter to me anymore.”
1
ROSE
Slowly Obsess- CHRIS RAIN
Today…
How can one explain, dissociate, and define their emotions? I have always gotten it wrong. I have never appreciated the people who love me unconditionally, taking them for granted and becoming comfortable in their infatuation with me. I live on passion, jealousy, and possessiveness. They are emotions that drive me, push me to act,consumeme, and I often mistake them for less than love when they are my own fucked up way of loving abundantly.
I have rejected people who would have gotten me the moon and framed it for my own personal enjoyment.
But the worst?
I have welcomed with open arms people who use love against me, and who will undeniably hurt me. If they haven’t already.
People like Viktor Volkov.
I am not exactly sure at which point I started feeling the confusion. When the hatred and fear traded their sharp edges for softer ones. Ones that felt more like lust and delight.
I know something switched when he saved me from his brother.
Despite the united front they show to the rest of the world, Viktor and Aleksei Volkov resent each other and the murder of their father Vladimir, by yours truly, divided their criminal organization, the Wolves.
In a sense, I split their brotherly bond in more ways than one. They always had to work together when their father was the head of the family, but as soon as he died, Viktor becamePakhan.As the eldest, it was his duty. Cool, collected, sociopathic Viktor left the only job he didn’t want to do to his younger brother: human trafficking.
It wasn’t Viktor who organized my kidnapping. In fact, he never wanted me in his compound in the first place. No, it was resentful, heartless Aleksei who sought to execute his vengeance on me. To honor his father by destroying me.
And then Viktor discovered a way to use me.
Yes, I think when he saved me from the horrors Aleksei put me through, my mind associated him with a savior.
I didn’t fall head over heels for him like some stupid child who gets given attention for the first time in their life. I’m smarter than that, I have a sharper mind. I know it wasn’t the only thing. That moment was a shift, but I fell slowly over time.
Viktor knew what he was doing, I’m sure of it. Older, wiser, manipulative. A married man who found interest in this new, young thing who had been brought to his compound. And when he unearthed a use in me, he knew he couldn’t let me go.
He would wake me up every morning, letting me know how much I was wanted. He would let me do whatever I wished and run free as long as I stayed within the compound. He would put my genius to good use, cherish my beauty all day long, and put me to sleep every night reminding me how exceptional I was. He saved me from the lowest moment of my life, protected me against his own brother. He let my wild and sick side free and allowed me to discover myself and my limits in the most liberating way.
I know I had no choice but to stay there, yet I wonder if I could have fought more. If I should have given it all I had. Where was my stubbornness, my feistiness, when Viktor took over me?
