This is book 2 in the "Beautiful Destruction" series. You MUST READ "Theirs to Claim" first in order to understand this one.
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When I was ten, my father told me that all of my dreams would one day come true. Naively, I believed him.
I may have gr...
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Chapter 6 : Madelyn Thursday, November 24th, 2022
I don't know what kind of drugs I was given to numb the pain in my arm, but I have been dozing in and out now for what has felt like forever.
My father has been with me a few of the times that I've woken up, unaware of where I am, but mostly I've just been alone.
The bed I was in reminded me of the ways hospitals smelt, however I knew there was no way in hell my father would risk taking me to one right now. Going in with a bullet wound would practically be the equivalent of a large red arrow pointing over my head to show I was in the church now swarming with police.
No, I wasn't in New York anymore.
"It'll be okay, baby." A gentle voice sounded in my ear as a hand brushed my now unbraided hair back from my shoulders, but I didn't know who it was before I was drifting back into sleep, helpless to the entire fucking world.
"You're okay. I won't let them hurt you."
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The next time I woke up, I was disoriented and so dizzy I thought I might pass out all over again.
I couldn't let that happen, though. There was too much that I needed to do than sleep, even if the medicine I'd been given really wasn't necessary for a mere graze of my skin.
Either way, I needed to get moving.
"I don't think so, Adams." A thick, Russian accent spoke, a large hand pushing me right back down to the bed by my shoulder. Blinking my eyes open and wincing at the light of the room, I found that I was back in my bed, Lev hovering over me at my side.
Turning my head, I realized that I was back at the Keep—back in California. On my bedside table was the paper plate I'd used earlier, dried red paint smeared across it.
Shit.
"Hope you learn to like me more or this next month is going to be hell all over again." Lev says, standing from where he'd been seated on my bed before I could get my head clear enough about what that meant.
When I felt that I was conscious enough to fully sit back up, I almost screamed to realize I was once again dressed in all white clothing, this time ones that actually fit me.
"I'm not a child my father can just ground when he pleases." I shake my head as everything spins around me. The second these drugs are fully out of my system, I was going to kill them: Lev, my dad, Xavier.
I hadn't been as prepared as I needed to be to see the latter in person, only capable of thinking about who he'd killed. I think I just wanted answers above all else, but how can I get them when I want to throw up every time I think of the way my mother died?
It was hard to separate the two when my body felt like a dam just waiting to be cracked open every time I breathed in.
"I can't tell if you genuinely didn't hear me or you're just ignoring me again." Lev snaps me out of my thoughts as my eyes move over to him, now leaning against the door as though he wanted to leave.
