♣️Chapter 26❌Dominion✖

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"If we spend our time with regrets over yesterday, and worries over what might happen tomorrow, we have no today in which to live."

-Unknown

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☪Diana

||New York||

5:40 pm

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Hours later-

These next few hours went by like a blur. I ran my hand through my hair, biting down on my lower lip. I try to focus on my breathing, but the anxiety bubbles inside my rib cage make itself known. I feel sick to my stomach. It hasn't even been twenty-four hours, and I already miss Levi. It's like he's my addiction. I yearn, no I crave for his touch... for his affection.

"Diana mate, stop looking like that." Skyler scolds.

"Looking like what?"

"Sad."

I sigh. "I can't hide what I'm feeling Skyler."

She pats my hand. "I know mate, I'm sorry for even saying anything." She apologizes.

"Don't apologize. It's not your fault if anything It's mine." I said, breaking eye contact.

"You're completely right about that." A voice says from behind us. My heart clenched, hearing the sound of his voice. I turned around facing my brother.

"You actually came," I said shocked.

Simon scoffs. "It's not like I had a choice. That stupid F.B.I prick forced me into his car."

"I'm sorry about that."

Simon rolls his eyes. "What aren't you sorry about." He mumbles.

"Watch it," Skyler said glaring at him.

"Why am I here Diana? I thought I made it clear to leave me alone."

"I know, and I was going to. But then I knew if I was getting threats from Ford, then you must be too."

Simon leans against the door, looking at his shoes. "Ford has been calling me and sending people to deliver me messages," Simon says. "I know how to deal with him, so you didn't have to bring me here."

"How are you going to deal with him?" Skyler asks.

"Killing him of course," Simon says. "Him and that bitch we call mother."

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