She's the one thing he can't have. And it's killing him, because Kingston men always get what they want, don't they? In this story of an arranged marriage gone haywire, two polar opposites fight their way to be together. Can they withstand new love...
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Evening came and Hayes had left. I sat in the room by her side and doctor Warner sat with me. We waited patiently for her to wake up.
Jaxon had gone out to find Alyssa but I could tell he was worried about Katerina.
I honestly couldn't fucking think of anything else, so I wasn't even thinking of Alyssa and all her bullshit.
It was around 9pm. I think the only thing I ingested today was whiskey and nicotine. There was a light buzz in my head and it was helping with this fucking mess we're in.
I couldn't fucking sit still so I wet a cloth and wiped her hair. Her face was clear and bruised on the right side. I looked at the blood soaked cloth from wiping her hair and something dark curled in my stomach.
I walked downstairs and rammed my fist into the wall. My mind had never been this cluttered before. All I wanted to know was who the fuck did this.
I poured myself another double and ended up throwing my fucking glass at the wall. I'll admit, I have quite the temper and some pretty bad ways of expelling it.
The glass stained the floor like a fucking crime scene and I ran my hands through my hair. I need to stay focused. I need to prepare for what's coming. I stare at the glass pieces, hold my palms to my eyes. I need the world to stop for a minute so I can catch up. How the fuck did this happen?
I needed to do something to calm down because there was nothing stopping me from getting in my car and shooting all the fucking Capello's one by one.
I decided to change my clothes and work on my Boss 429. I guess there wasn't much to do but I could play around with the engine, like I did when I was a kid.
I got out my tools and opened the garage. I popped the hood and began to work. It reached 11pm and this didn't fucking help, I could still only think of her and what she must've went through. Each time I blinked, I could only see her blood stained face. Each moment that was too quiet, I could only hear my voice in my head telling me I failed. I fucked up. My conscience would eat me alive because of this.
Hayes must be seething. I know it. He probably can't believe something like this fucking happened to a Don's daughter. Shit like this doesn't happen. No one would be so stupid to voluntarily start a war with the Hayes family. It's why I can't focus. I don't know what to expect.
I closed up the garage and noticed I was covered in grease.
As I went upstairs to change, I walked in my room and took a look at her. She is so beautiful, it's fucking annoying. With a cut face, she's still the most beautiful thing I've ever laid eyes on.
I sighed heavily at the sight of her like this.
I changed my clothes and walked downstairs and put some ice on my hand that I flung through the wall. I picked up the glass pieces and waited patiently for her to wake up. I lost two very expensive glasses today.
