Page 13 of Kadra: The Unfeeling

The second I close the fridge door, my computer begins to ring and so does the phone in my pocket. Taking my phone from inside my pocket, I see there’s an incoming message.

O’Sullivan: We found him.

We found him.

The dead heart in my chest starts to hurt when I read the message twice to make sure I’m reading it right.

Me: Where?

O’Sullivan: Detroit.

Pocketing my phone, I grab my keys from the table and head out.

Purpose thrumming through my veins.

Well look at fate playing nice with the devil for once.

All I ever wanted was so close I could almost taste it.

Vlad loves to say that life loves to fuck with us Soloniks for entertainment.

I told him every time that it was bullshit.

Life doesn’t get to decide for us.

Until it did and now I play by fate’s rule.

Until tonight.

Now my time is here and I’m not losing this battle.

Not now that I’m so close to getting everything I ever wanted.

Once my greatest desire was to save her.

But not anymore…my greatest desire is to possess her in every way.

I not only want to be the one she shares her heart and body with but I want her mind and her soul as well.

All that is her.

They say obsessions are a man’s downfall.

Mine?

It gave me a purpose and a second chance in life.

And I’m willing to eliminate everything and everyone in my way to get what I want.

Now

I rest the back of my legs against my glossy-black Streetfighter V4, lighting up a cigarette right in time to see the object of my obsession and every fantasy come to life strutting in knee-high black boots towards the end of a dark alley in the pouring rain holding onto a red umbrella. I’m momentarily taken back by Kadra Parisi standing a few feet from. Although I know this is her city, I didn’t expect to find her here. Out of all the places we could have run into each other, like Lucan Volpe’s wedding, here in a desolate alley in the middle of a rainy night never crossed my mind.

I find it curious how every time we met there was never, not once, a calm night or a sunny day. We somehow find our way to each other when the sky is raging.

And suddenly the word fate comes to mind again. Huh.

Without taking my eyes off her, I think back to the past week here in Detroit. Getting access to this city has always been a challenge but now that the old bosses are gone and their brats have taken over the new blood has mixed, therefore giving us more access. My niece, Cara, is now the wife of the head of the Nicolasi family and he can’t deny us passage, not without pissing off his half-Russian wife.

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