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So, when I saw her struggling with a lighter, I couldn’t help but approach her. I shouldn’t have done it, but I couldn’t stop.
They might come looking for her,I told myself.I am talking to her to make sure she will be inside when the attack happens. But for some stupid reason, her being inside when my father and our soldiers came here made me sick to my stomach.
She didn’t look like a person who deserved to die. Yet, she had to.
I repeated that in my head as I approached her and lit my zippo close to her cigarette. “Here.”
Her eyes found mine. I hadn’t been able to see them up close, but now despite the dark, I could tell they were blue. Baby blue. Sweet just like her
“Thanks,” she murmured and leaned to lit her cigarette. She must have been a witch,I thought because even that little whisper rearranged my insides. She could have simply ripped me apart and sew me back together with a look.
Fuck. What was happening to me?
“Happy birthday,” I said before I could stop myself. I just wanted a few more seconds with her because she was going to die tonight.
I was greedy.
The girl looked down uncomfortably. “Thanks, I guess.”
“How old are you now?” I asked because despite celebrating her birthday in a club, she didn’t seem twenty-one. I was nineteen, and she definitely looked younger than me. Still, maybe it was because of her sweet features.
The girl narrowed her eyes at me, but she seemed a little amused. My heart did a flip to that sight. “Who even are you?”
“Gabriele. You?” I said. Maybe it was a stupid move as well, but she was going to die in a few minutes anyway. I needed her to know my name before she died.
She extended her hand. “I am Kira.”
I took her hand and shook it. Her nails were dyed red, but her fingers were just too short. It was almost like her hands were the only thing she failed to hide with all the fakeness. She was trying to be someone she was not, but I could see under all those layers.
“Are you twenty-one?” I asked with a smirk.
Kira took a breath from her cigarette and lifted a brow playfully. She seemed amused, and for some reason, it made me feel all warm inside to be the one who lightened up her mood. Her blue eyes were hiding pain inside, but they were still shining. I wanted to take her pain away and only see the glimmer there. She seemed like she deserved that.
She giggled, looking at the floor. “I am eighteen.”
She did look younger than twenty-one, and with the confirmation, I said, “You know you being here is illegal, right?” It was hypocritical of me in every sense to say this, but she didn’t know. For her, I was just a stranger.
Weirdly that annoyed me.
This time a sadness toucher her pretty red lips. “Not many things in my life are legal anyway.”
Considering she was having her party in a Bratva club with Dmitri and Aleksei Smirnoff, she was not lying. Suddenly it struck me how weird it was. She was not a Smirnoff; I knew that, but who was she? The only insight I got was Smirnoffs were going to be here. But why? Why were they attending a girl’s eighteenth birthday party?
“Why celebrate here?” Maybe I seemed suspicious with all those questions, but I couldn’t care. She was going to die anyway.
She was going todie.
Fuck.
Kira didn’t seem suspicious at all. She was almost too lost in her own thoughts. “I don’t like parties, but my boyfriend insisted.” She took a breather, and I could almost feel her chest tighten. “I think he is going to propose tonight.”
Her boyfriend? “Who is your boyfriend?”
She still looked lost and almost answered robotically, “Aleksei Smirnoff.”
Shit.
Aleksei Smirnoff was going to be a dead man in a few minutes, and I still got jealous of him. I didn’t know him well, but I was sure he didn’t deserve her. I didn’t know her too, but I could tell she was not happy with him. She deserved happiness because even though she never fully smiled at me, I could tell that she would look beautiful if she did.
