Zephyrus Kensington's Pov.
It was chaos. After someone killed a member of Russian mafia, people were either killing their rivals or running for their life.
"There. There is the assassin. Kill her."
Someone shouted amidst this. When the shoot started, my first instinct was to get my family out of here. I know they are very well trained for this but still.
All of my brothers had the same thought. We haven't signed the deal yet. We held our guns in our hands and took a stance. I was helping Aldric in getting our brothers out of here, when I saw a shadow. If my instincts are right, it's Cicada. The infamous assassin.
I guess she is the one behind this chaos. But what surprised me the most is that she is not killing anyone. She is just protecting herself to get out of here. Guess she already killed her target.
She was now standing in the middle of everyone, where all these people surrounded her to kill her.
Out of nowhere, another assassin came. He has a logo featuring a dark red and black grim reaper mascot. This is a unique logo because the grim reaper, in logo, is cloaked in a dark, flowing robe, with the hood obscuring most of its face, leaving only glowing, piercing eyes visible.
The figure holds a scythe. This logo belongs to another infamous assassin after Cicada, Scythe. The one which the logo signifies. He swiftly disarmed half the people surrounding Cicada and pushed both of them towards the window.
They both were about to jump when out of nowhere a bullet pierced through Cicada's left forearm, making her turn slightly towards right, where I was standing.
It was then that I saw something that I never imagined seeing.
Her eyes. One black. One purple.
The similar purple colour that I see every day in the eyes of my eldest brother.
The colour that I think belongs to someone I dearly know. Someone I want to protect with my life. Someone who just came back to me.
My baby sister.
The assassins didn't waste a single second and jumped out of the window. Everyone in this club went after them. To say I was shocked was an understatement.
I didn't want to believe what I saw. So, I went towards the window. I looked out of it and saw she had already fled away.
I began searching for something on the floor. Anything. I just want to make sure that what I saw was just an illusion.
I didn't want to believe that my sister was involved in such dangerous acts. I didn't want to believe that she is keeping her life at stake.
Then I found something behind one of the curtains, on the floor. I bent down to pick it up and when I saw what it was, my breath stopped.
It was a contact lens, similar to the ones that Athaliah wears.
"What are you doing here? Come, we need to go back." Ezekiel said coming towards me.
I gathered myself, keeping the lens in my hand and exited the club.
There was only one thing on my mind. I need to check on my sister.
She has been shot.
Athaliah Kensington's Pov.
After successfully escaping from the club and a grey eyed man, named Scythe, I moved to where Hades was.
I don't know where Scythe came from, and why he helped me. We have never met before. He is known to be heartless, just like me.
After jumping from the window, he took me to a nearby ally. When he scanned my wounded arm, I saw the colour of his eyes.
Grey. Whisky like alcoholic and clouded like a foggy morning.
When he turned his back to me to find something, I took a chance and slipped away.
I got in the car with Hades, keeping my wounded arm stable. I was in so much pain.
"Oh my god, you are heavily bleeding." said Hades.
"I am fine. Just take me to the mansion. My brothers were here as well and I am sure after reaching home, they will check on me."
"No, you need to go the hospital."
"Hades, we don't have time. My cover will be blown."
"Okay, but you need take out the bullet from your arm."
I nodded in pain.
When the bullet pierced my arm, I felt a sudden, sharp sensation that felt like a violent, hot jab—a searing pain that spreads rapidly from the point of entry. It's like a hot poker being driven deep into the flesh, cutting through skin, muscle, and tissue in a single, brutal strike.
I was dying with pain. As the bullet moved deeper into my skin, the pain intensified. It's no longer just a surface sting; it feels like the flesh and muscle are being torn apart, stretched, and shredded from the inside.
The pain is raw and brutal—sharp, deep, and relentless. There is a sense of burning, as though my body itself is being scorched. The wound feels like my skin itself is being violated by something foreign and violent.
I took a knife, alcohol and a lighter from the bag which was placed in the back of the car.
Burning the knife with the help of lighter, I stuffed a piece of cloth in my mouth. It will be better for me to release some of the pain.
I poured the alcohol on my wound and after making sure the knife was hot enough not to infect my wound, I stabbed it in the wound carefully. I let out a painful scream which was muffled by the cloth stuffed in my mouth. The scream feels like it comes from the very core of the body, my entire being is stretched thin by the intensity of what's happening.
I tried to find the bullet and once I got it, I carefully removed it from my arm. I sighed in extreme pain and exhaustion. Patching up my wound, I took some painkillers.
It is not like it is my first time doing such a thing. Nor will it be my last. But it hurts every fucking time more than the last one.
We reached the mansion and this time, Hades helped me in getting to my room. Being wounded and tired I was not able to reach my room single-handedly. When I got into my room, I removed my hood and got into the bed, covering myself with the quilt till my shoulders.
I also wrapped a cloth on my arm to stop the bleeding.
I heard some footsteps outside my room and then heard the door of my room opening. Someone came inside with very light steps and stood beside me. I kept my breathing shallow, letting the person know that I was sleeping.
The said person placed a kiss on my forehead and whispered, "Sleep well bambina. I will protect you."
With that, Zephyrus left my room.
I was alone again but this time with thoughts of a certain grey eyed man.
Kaelen Kensington's Pov.
I am very tired. I didn't get a wink of sleep last night. It was almost 5 in the morning when we came back from that club. It was a complete disaster in the club.
Also, it was the first time anyone had seen Cicada, even if it was her shadow. Cicada is the most notorious assassin. People will only see her once in their lifetime because she will not leave them alive to see her again. She kills mercilessly. She will strike once and for all. There is no chance for that person to be alive.
We were all tired after witnessing the mess that she created. However, since we came back, Zephyrus is kind of off. I don't know what happen to him but after reaching home, he went straight to our sister's room to see if she was alright. However, that idiot did not let anyone of us to enter her room after he came out of it. The reason: "Don't disturb her sleep."
Bullshit. He is just so possessive about her.
Our sister. The one we missed a lot. I missed a lot. When she was sent to that boarding school, it was difficult for everyone to handle that situation. Because we lost two of the most important ladies of our house.
Even dad became distant with us. He started going to long business trips. However, a few years ago, he completely moved out of the house. Said he wanted to explore the world.
His absence was not much of a concern because we were already used to his negligence since our mother left us and our sister was forced to leave us.
I don't believe for a single second that she did something to our mother. Although I was too young to differentiate between right and wrong, I still trust the innocent and kind heart of my sister.
I tried my best to convince dad not to take away another important person in my life. But Aldric held me, and I cried clutching his leg. He made me face my back towards our sister so that it would pain less not to see her leave. But it didn't ease the pain. I still carry it. But it is a little less since she came back.
That's why I am trying to make it up for her. I want her to spend time with her brothers. There are lot of things that I missed of her but now, I want to fulfill them. I also remember she told us about completing her bucket list. I so want to complete it for her. With her.
Right now, we are sitting at the breakfast table waiting for our precious baby sister.
We heard the door of the dining room opening and there she is.
Today she is wearing a light grey sweater like-top tucked in her black skinny jeans. She sure does have a great fashion sense.
But there is one thing that shocked all of us.
She is not wearing her contact lenses. For the first time, after nine years, we all are seeing her natural eye colour.
Dark purple with a hint of indigo in it.
She sat on her seat, sadly far away from me. But It's okay, as long as she is with us.
As usual Reuben grumbled when he saw her. I don't know what his problem with her is. But he is going to regret the time he is wasting in hating her instead of making her feel loved. He should learn something from his twin. Royce is at least trying.
Everybody wished her a good morning and she returned it with a nod.
"Your eyes are so pretty sweetheart." Ezekiel commented.
"Yes, you look just like out of a fairytale." I added.
"Thanks." She replied looking downwards.
"Why are you not wearing your contact lenses today? I mean you look good with your natural eyes but why the sudden change?" Royce asked.
"I didn't feel like wearing them."
Our maid, Anna, was putting the dishes on the table. Athaliah was about to start her breakfast when Zephyrus asked something ridiculous,
"Can I see your arm?"
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