"I’m so going to miss you Nia." She pouts making me chuckle amused as we walk on the streets of Miami having a girls’ day out. "I know but I will definitely be back. My grandma is sick and she’s like my favorite person so I have to go." A smooth lie yet again falls off my lips. I groan making a sad face. "I know and it hurts. You know I can’t stand Julio." Tell me something I don’t already know. Nudging her side. "You’ll survive." I muse playfully. "Does Mr. Ivanov know you are leaving?" My face snaps to hers looking curiously at me. "Nothing of mine is his business. What we had was a..." She cuts me off. "A hot one-night sex that got you smiling like a cheerleader and walking like a penguin afterwards." wiggling her brows with that funny grin causing me to laugh. "Hot, maybe. Dangerous, Yes. I have to stay away from that man." "Can you?" Simple curiosity and yet truthful. I stop walking as we got in front of the multipurpose spa. "I don’t know Ella. I don’t know." breathing a sigh out. She rewards me with one of her perfect grins. "Come on. It’s our last day out together let’s make the best of it." Squealing she pulls me in. We got to do our hair, manicures and pedicures, our bodies were literally worshipped by the very hot masseuses. Ella kept giving me the eye to fuck the one who is expertly reducing the stress off my bones. I was in heaven with the touch of his hand but no. Not my type. Pretty sure my type is a hot, sexy, tall brown haired and grey eyed Russian. Despite it all, I only want Elijah’s hands on me. To make me feel good, to have him touching deep places that gives me pleasure. I crave Elijah like a drug I’m slowly getting addicted to. And I fear no therapy will ever save me from him. The hunger I have for the sexy man is having me thinking if I’m losing my sanity. My body craves for him but my mind tells me nothing good lasts forever. He is a Russian and I’m an Italian princess. My people will never accept him. I will break the sacred code of entangling with the enemy. How can I lead if I’m fraternizing with the enemy? The hate between both countries have been for eons ago. "Hey, you okay?" Her soft features watch me skeptically. "Yeah. Yeah." Smiling softly. "Sure?" Thick brows raise up in scrutiny. "Positive." I lay back as soft sighs escape me. Eyes close as i relax enjoying the pampering on my body. Pulling to my apartment she stops. "I love you okay." She looks like she's about to tear up. I chuckle. "Okay get out of my car before I free the water works." I laugh getting out and closing her door. Crouching low she pokes her head out. She says smiling motioning her hand to her ear. "And call me. Bye." She zooms off. I stood there for a second watching her car thin in the distance. Looking at my apartment, I know it’s only a matter of time before I’m caught. Santos is not the one whom I thought planned the death of my family. Someone else was the mastermind therefore meaning I'm still a walking target. I have to leave. Pains me to lie to her but I have to cut ties with my first ever friend. Unlocking my door, I felt something off in my apartment and before I could place it a hand covers my nostril and mouth blocking any means of air trying to choke me. I stab the heel of my shoe on the brute’s foot, he groans, not letting him regain striking an uppercut blow he falls. I ran towards my room but was blocked again by another. "Sparala!" says another masked face. Swinging my arm hitting hard on his ribs the gun falls off as I kick it out of reach somewhere farther in the dark room. Blows after blows we wrestle against each other. Bang "Cazzo." (fuck) he aims again. Gripping my stomach grunting at the pain of the bullet wound I stumble throwing my heel at him quickly making way to the lit kitchen. I sniff moaning in pains. "Come out little girl. You are outnumbered." Fuck. He is right, it is a three to one case and I’m defenseless. Wiping at my wet cheeks, I look to the wound profusely leaking red liquid. Tearing a piece of my clothing I wrap my stomach tight stopping the bleeding. Desperate eyes scans the kitchen searching for any weapon. This is my home and I won’t be killed tonight. With a pan I took out the light making everywhere dark aside the illumination from the moon glowing into the room. Gunshots went off in my directions but I stayed still waiting for it to stop. With the distraction, I took as many knives as possible. The old fashion way it is. Breathing heavily behind the island. "Come out Sonia." I throw the knife at him hitting him straight in his jugular. The others scream and begins to fire shots everywhere in my direction but I wasn’t there. Swiftly I took the second man who mistakenly shot the last masked man. He fell grunting in pains. Good. I went over to him straddling his torso pressing the knife to his heart. "Chi ti ha mandato?" (who sent you?) He chokes on his blood. "Rispondimi! Chi ti ha mandato?" (answer me! Who sent you?) "I-I: Mi dispiace. Forgive me Nia." (I-I... I am sorry Nia.) I pull the mask off revealing my boyfriend. "Julio?" It can't be.