Page 307 of Nemesync
All this pain, this suffering, this death, because I was a fucking girl!
Dark thoughts clouded my mind.
I felt that heavy guilt, but more than anything, I felt intense anger towards this woman who had destroyed her own daughter’s life.
I loaded my gun, aiming at her head with a bitter smile, “You know, Mom, if I can call you that, of course, I always dreamed of meeting the woman who brought me into this world. Dad never tarnished the image I had of you—he said you left us, had a car accident, and died. But I would have preferred that version. You brought me into this world, I didn’t choose it; then you regretted it, trying every means to make me hate life or take it away entirely.”
I chuckled, remembering the events that unfolded in my life over the past few years. “Do you know what Lukas told me when he raped me at your behest? He called me a slut, claimed it was the most erotic experience he’d ever had, that he’d never felt better than when he was inside me, that I was so tight and innocent. He said that his dick thrived in me, that I was so young and fresh. He loved the blood that covered my thighs. Maybe as much as my tears.”
Memories threatened to drown me again in this horrendous and atrocious abyss. “I was crying, screaming for him to stop. But he just covered my mouth, threatening me to shut up or his friend, Alonzo, would kill my best friend. So, I stopped screaming, though inside, I was, with all my strength. You know what’s truly twisted about this? After that, I wanted to end my own life. You would have liked that, wouldn’t you? You almost pushed me to the point of no return. I thought about it so often. But then, I met this Volkov you mentioned.”
I approached her closer, the weapon directly pointed at her face. “You’re so stupid, Abla. The man you threaten tokill showed me something you never knew and will never understand—the feeling of being important to someone. To experience genuine love, the kind for which you’re willing to commit boundless acts for the well-being of that person.”
End her.
“How does it feel not to have known this feeling all your pathetic life? You’ve taken so much from me, but Elijah has given me more than you could ever take away. I know you fucking hate him even more now, realizing you can never break me again.Never. You’ve already shattered me into too many pieces, but I’ve mastered the art of making every sharp edge of these broken fragments more dangerous, I could stab you to death with them. Are you mad Mom? Are you angry? I hope you are, you fucking crazy bitch.”
Her expression shifted; frustration crossed her features while she attempted to assert control.
But I never was her daughter.
“Zanae!!!” Niko’s voice shouted from the road.
Eli and Niko rushed toward my location, screaming my name again. Briefly, my gaze shifted to acknowledge their arrival. Elijah strode forward, his eyes locked on me.
His shirt is full of blood.
His shirt is full of blood.
His shirt is full of blood.
I stood momentarily frozen, just thinking they might be injured. But Elijah mouthed, “We’re okay,” and I relaxed instantly.
They’re alive.
Abla let out a fake laugh. “Ah, here he is, we were just talking about you,” she said.
I looked at Elijah, and in his green eyes, I saw anger brewing. It all felt unreal—she had destroyed my life, she was involvedwith the organization, and yet here I was, trying to comprehend it all.
She had the same black hair as me, the same pale skin, the same sad tired eyes.
She’s your mother.
She turned to him and smiled. “Little Elijah, you were so young, and you’ve grown up so well, a strong and respected man,” she began. “But your mother was not respectable... You know she took everything from me. Do you really think I’ll let you be with my daughter as if nothing happened, as if you both will have your little happy ending? It’s quite amusing, really. Moreover, it would be a lie to believe for a second that you’re capable of love. I’ve seen your exploits with your little friend next to you. Nice to meet you, Nikolai Moretti. And where is your other friend? The spy doctor one. Benedetto Romano right?”
Ben? She knew Ben too?
Something changed in her eyes, she was…sincere? Her gaze softened when they landed in Nikolai, her features relaxed, and a nostalgic smile played at the corners of her lips, accenting the aging lines around her mouth. “You look so much like your dad,” she remarked.
Then, turning back to Elijah, her gaze hardened once more. “You too, Volkov, so alike your father,” she continued. “You’re cruel, you’ve done some terrible things, haven’t you? Your father, the Pakhan at the time, was highly feared, but I never thought his son would be worse. Don’t make me believe that you love my daughter because I don’t even think you’re capable of love.”
Unconsciously, I felt myself drawing closer to her, ready to act.
My focus was on protecting Elijah, and I didn’t even spare him a glance.
But he moved.
His arm wrapped around my waist, staring into my mother’s eyes, his laughter caught me off-guard.
