SASHA’S POV
I paced the length of my penthouse, the city lights outside casting long, fractured shadows across the black marble floor. My jaw clenched so tightly it hurt, but I couldn’t release it.
Sasha’s voice still echoed in my ears, sharp and dismissive, like a blade slicing through my pride. She had hung up on me. Me.
She dared to end our conversation as though I were some insignificant nuisance. The sheer audacity of it made my blood boil.
“Who does she think she is?” I snarled under my breath, my fists tightening at my sides.
The silence around me was suffocating, broken only by the faint hum of the city far below. My mind raced, a chaotic storm of anger and desperation.
I had given everything for her, sacrificed more than anyone could imagine. And this-this blatant disregard-was the thanks I got?
She was lucky I have deep affection for her, else I would have ruined her for daring to disrespect me. If there is one thing I hate the most, that is nothing but disrespect, and she just did that now.
I would never let anyone go scot free, after disregarding me. But her case was different, and that’s because she was loved by me.
This is more reason I want her with me so badly, and I will stop at nothing until I get her into my hands. I thought, as I took a deep breath.
The soft click of the door opening yanked me from my spiraling thoughts. My partner stepped in, his wiry frame and sharp features standing out against the sleek interior of the room.
He was calm, always calm, an infuriating contrast to the storm raging within me.
“Well?” I demanded, my voice slicing through the air like a whip.
He didn’t flinch, merely held out a small device. “It’s done. We’ve pinpointed her exact location.”
For a brief moment, my anger ebbed, replaced by satisfaction. Snatching the device from his hand, I scanned the screen.
A blinking dot lit up on the map, marking her position. She was close-closer than I’d expected.
“She’s here,” I muttered, almost disbelieving.
“Yes,” he confirmed, his voice measured. “She’s in the same building. Likely on the upper floors.”
I tightened my grip on the device, the proximity electrifying and maddening all at once. She was near enough to touch, yet still beyond my reach. That was unacceptable.
“Good,” I said, my tone steely. “We move tonight.”
He raised an eyebrow, a rare sign of dissent. “Move? What exactly are you planning?”
I turned to face him, my resolve as unyielding as steel. “I want her taken. Quietly. No fuss, no complications. By nightfall, Sasha will be back where she belongs-by my side.”
His expression didn’t change, but I caught the slightest tightening of his jaw. “That’s a bad idea,” he said, his tone calm but firm.
“Everyone knows your connection to her. If she disappears, you’ll be the first suspect. You can’t afford to draw attention right now.”
I could feel the fire in my chest reignite. “I don’t care about that,” I snapped. “Let them suspect me. Let them know. As long as I have her, none of it matters.”
He stayed infuriatingly composed. “You hired me for my expertise,” he said, his tone still maddeningly even.
“And I’m telling you this is reckless. If you botch this, it’ll ruin everything. You need to wait, plan it properly.”
“I’ve waited long enough!” I roared, my voice reverberating through the room.
“Do you think I care about the risks? She’s mine, and I won’t let anyone-least of all her-take that away from me!”
He didn’t flinch, but his tone sharpened. “I’m giving you advice. Take it or leave it, but I won’t help you if you let your emotions cloud your judgment.”
For a moment, I was on the verge of exploding, my body taut with tension. But then I stepped back, dragging a hand through my hair in an effort to regain control.
“You don’t understand,” I said, my voice quieter now but no less intense.
“Sasha is… different. She’s not like the others. I can’t lose her.”
He sighed, his sharp gaze softening slightly. “Then don’t lose her by making a stupid mistake. If you care about her, handle this the right way.”
But I wasn’t listening. My decision was already made. Turning my back on him, I stared out at the glittering skyline.
“Get out,” I said, my voice cold, final.
He hesitated, then left without another word. The door clicked shut behind him, leaving me alone with my thoughts.
For several long minutes, I stood motionless, my gaze fixed on the lights of the city.
My anger simmered beneath the surface, my thoughts racing. The image of her, so close yet so defiant, gnawed at me like a festering wound.
Finally, I exhaled sharply, my resolve hardening. If no one else would help me, I’d do it myself.
Sasha was mine, and no one could stop me from having her. Not her father, not Sebastian, not even Sasha herself, would stop me from having her.
Sasha was what I desired to have so badly, so I’m never going to take any break until I achieve it, because without her around me, I feel so incomplete.
I thought within me, as I stood still on the penthouse, imagination of us having a good time together came into my mind, making a smile curved at the corner of my lips.
“You might not want me now Sasha, but I want you, and I’m going to get you not matter what,” I blurted out, tightening my fist in the process.
I stormed out of the penthouse, my steps echoing against the marble floor. I didn’t have a perfect plan, but I didn’t need one. I have decided to do what my heart wants and that was more than any other plans.
By the end of the night, Sasha would be where she belonged, by my side. No matter what it took.