' we are not the same ! '





nicolas pov



when i get my hands on her im gonna break her legs and fuck her into oblivion, im gonna fuck her so hard she wont be able even think of running.

she will be a perfect little fucking pet that sits silently and waits for her masters next wish.

she was gonna be on a fucking leach.

i didnt care.

this was the first and last time she was ever gonna leave us.

she didnt know that yet though, but she would when her pretty little ass was tied up in our basment, i didnt care if she would be hurt by that. i was hurt.

more hurt than i cared to admit.

an entire month. a month i hadnt held her, my sweet sweet broken pet. i needed her, but for fucks sake she had to need me too right?

we were staying with her family for the sole reason they were the only ones who knew her as well as us. her every thought. if you knew carmen well enough she was very predictable.

specially if she was under stress.

and i was sure she was from what i heard on that one phone call, untracable phonecall. the fucking serpent. ofcourse.

that fucking bitch.

if i could just cut her fucking head of i would've. but i knew that meant war, not only with half the fucking mafia world, but with the italians, her brother the don. and also with the russians, her husband the pakhan.

she knew it too.

the power she held.

the imortality.

and that bothered me the most, that meant she wasnt afraid of our many colorful threats.

but i was sure the moment i got my hands on my carmen she would never fucking leave my grasp. i didnt care if she would scream and kick i would'nt let her leave me.

i refused to let her go again.

we had been to easy going on her, to loose, now she would see the real fucking monsters we really were- fuck we had really tried to be good and desent men

really fucking tried.

but that approach hadnt really worked had it now?

now she was in for a ride called, how crazy can the marino twins get?

i was gonna chain that pretty little thing up to our bed and fuck her till she was carrying my child. that way atleast she would never leave us.

i knew carmen she wouldnt leave her child behind.

i was gonna break her so all she could ever do was return to us, her masters.







3th persons pov



carmen despite what she appeared like to everyone else was an easily affected girl, the ripe age of nineteen did not suit well for her choices.

specially when it came to influencing the girl.

that perhaps was the most dangerous part of eden moretti, that was after allthe italian beautys most dangerous skill. her words, the way she shaped every word and every tone to her liking, it was both scary and confusing. and if you knew her truth, atleast the closest to it, you were left horrorfied at how well she was with using her skills in that particularily area.

and eden moretti was many things, indeed.

but she was most of all human.

there for the thing she felt most at the moment was anoyance. not because carmen was an anoying person particularily but because of the haunting simalirities between the pair of them.

first the looks, that one eden had looked past.

then it was the thoughts, the well thought through words, that to threw her off guard, then the shiver of her voice, the same one eden had reconised she once had had too.

then it was the ability to see lies, to familiar for eden.

then as the nineteen year old and malakai morozova was put next to each other, the realisation hit eden like a truck.

that annoyed her the most-

how had she not seen it.

the simalirties.

the worst part, was eden knew who carmen was, but carmen had no idea.

and how do you tell a nineteen year old that the very woman who according to what eden had seen so far had ruined the very soul of the girl, was infact not your mother but a mere stranger.

how had eden herself not know till now there had been a child born?

edens twin was dead, burried long ago body rotten and decayed.

and yet the lies was still there. and eden could not bring herself to tell neither the father nor carmen. neither knew yet.

so instead she settled for anoyance, anoyance when the teen didnt want to share information about places important for catching daniella garcia, informations that was critical for all of this to work, simply because the teen was too scared.

anoyance for the way the teen had no respect whenever the fear shock of, how she didnt fear anyone.

how the teen girl cried herself to sleep.

it was inhuman perhaps to be anoyed by that but then again eden moretti was a pshycopath at its finest.

'' you're sick'' carmen said starring at eden, a look that eden often found starring back at her in the reflection .

'' yes'' eden said calmly starring at the man tied up before her, as it turned out carmen did not want to parcitipate in the violence but she still stayed and watched, that atleast eden admired.

carmens want for revenge dispte her fear.

that eden admired because that was not a trait she had ever had herself, not when she had been nineteen atleast.

her twin sisters genes were shinning through carmen and the nineteen did not even know she was standing right next to the man eden was almost sure was her real father.

eden didnt dare to disrupt the peace.

not now.

not now when they were so close to finding a woman that had information that could save hundreds of women and children.

eden wasnt wiling to ever sacrafice the lives of the innocnet, she drew the line at that. and maybe she was a raging pshycopath, and a monster, and the serpent, but she was still human and had morals.

even if they were fucked.

''you're sick too carmen'' eden added contuiing the conversation carmen herself startet.

carmen shruddered. she knew, not the kind of sick eden was.

eden was sick, sick.

carmen was just deranged.

not in control, she didnt want to leave, but she did, she didnt want to run but she had.

she didnt want to be angry but she was. she didnt want to kill, but she needed the closure. she didnt want revenge but she didnt want to be afraid either. she didnt want the pain but it was there either way. she didnt want the dark thoughts but they still ran through her head like broken records. she didnt want the doubt but she still needed the assurance.

she couldnt control that.

herslef. her head. her mind. her actions. she was lost. that was perhaps why she loved the way the martinos handled her.

she did not need to think or do, she simply had to comply to lay herself bare, not in the sense she had to be naked.

or perhaps naked was the perfect term of what she did.

she stripped herself of every layer she normally had, eveyr mask, ever facade. they let her strip herself of all that hid her.

maybe that was after all the same as stripping yourself from your clothes and laying bare naked for another, none the less two men with the power to ruin you with a mere word a touch.

the world was cruel to women.

and yet they handled her with such gentleness how could she not lay bare, be naked for them, lay herself as she was on the canvas of their minds.

how could she not?

'' i dont kill atleast'' carmen bit back ignoring the way malakai and damian both gave her warning looks, ignoring completely how xavier petrov seemed amused and how veda voss seemed bothered by the statement.

eden shrugged '' not yet perhaps dosent make you a saint though'' she commented turning away from the man she had been torturing to stare at the girl in wonder.

how could this be her neice? she had no idea. it must've been an imagniation she had, and yet was it? the dna test eden now had burned to the crisp proved otherwise.

'' i never said i was a saint eden, but im not as sick as you cutting of body parts because someone crosses your way, you and i are nothing alike'' carmen said coldly.

eden shighed. even if carmen was perhaps family. carmen didnt know it.

and therefor it did not matter much in the end.

'' we are though, i was scared to death of my mother too once, and i bet when the time comes and she gets infrotn of you chained and helpless, you'll do the same i did when i was in your exact spot '' eden claimed profoundly and she beleived it.

eden had killed her mother, weeping afterwards like a broken child. but that she did not mention.

but she knew too that the look on carmens face, she knew that look, she saw it in herself and in her best friend eleni, who had also done the same act.

and eden knew when the time came carmen would be the one to kill daniella.

weather she by then knew the truth about who her real parents was or not? eden didnt know and it didnt really matter.

because in the end even if aspen moretti, may she rest in peace, was carmens real mother, and even if malachai morozova was carmens father, they would still remain strangers to carmen.

so it didnt matter really.

all it meant was that carmen was under italian protection and therefor russian protection too.

but then again carmen didnt need to know it.

if eden could spare her of atleast that little pain.

she would.

and that might've been selfihs but then again eden was no saint.

'' we are not the same'' carmen spat and walked out of the basement.

it was the truth too. they werent. eden was a raging monster and carmen was a selfdestrutive bitch.

eden was cruel to others, carmen to herself. which was best ?

neither.









me when writers block hit me at a random fucking wendesday :