Page 5 of The Broken Promises
“Who is the woman?”
“Some model Gabriel introduced me to,” Dmitri shows me the picture.Gabriel.He's dragging Dmitri back to his ways even when he seemed satisfied with me. "She's perfect for your first time. I don't know her at all. She'll be nothing but another pussy."
Just another pussy.And that makes me what? A more special pussy? Dmitri said he loved me. But am I ready for his kind of love again?Again?What again? Gabriel never loved me.
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Gabriel
I pretend to put on a smile when Dmitri enters the door to the club. Declan gives me a proud smile as our plan seems to work. These past few days, I've come up with reasons to get Dmitri away from Sicily. I don't know what Sicily has, but after Declan suggested that I should have her, I became obsessed with her.
Yes. Sicily looks so much like Sasha. So much that they can be twins. But there's something more about her. It's hope. If somebody like her can calm a demon like Dmitri, maybe she can do the same to me, too. If she's willing to be Sasha for him, I can make her become my Sasha, too. I can pretend my Sasha is alive; I don't care about the consequences. Maybe Sicily can make me feel alive again.
Dmitri will throw Sicily away soon after I shower him with different women. When he decides to share her, I must be the other person. Dmitri has a cruel way of shoving his new flings. He shares her with different men until she herself decides to leave. I can't let that happen to Sicily. Dmitri will find me pathetic, but he'll probably hand her to me when I ask for her. For now, I need him to find another woman to be obsessed with.
“Katya’s doing a good job,” Declan tells me.
"I thought you were bringing your girl," I ask. Just like Dmitri, Declan has somebody he is obsessed with. I never thought finding Lily Nicombe would be better for him than Anya.
"She canceled at the last minute. But she told me to drop by."
I look at Declan; I can tell he’s trying to find the right time to ask permission to leave. “You can go to her. You know I can spin Dmitri around.”
Shit!Declan and I look at each other when Dmitri leads Sicily to the bar. Dmitri points in my direction when he sees me. Sicily looks up and turns pale after our eyes meet.Sasha?Her grayish-green eyes are Sasha's. All of her is, except for her weight and hair. Even the fear in her eyes reminds me of the latter. Sasha would have looked at me that way after everything I did to her. My heart races and continues to trick my mind into believing Sicily is Sasha – strengthening my desire to take Sicily as mine.
I watch as Dmitri introduces Sicily to Katya. Sicily frowns when Katya moves closer to Dmitri and whispers something. The model speaks so close that she’s breathing on Dmitri’s face.No.He went home to get Sicily; they’re having a threesome?
Sicily fakes a smile, and it jolts my heart. Sasha faked a smile when I convinced her to be chained the first time. Even in pretending, they act the same? But Sicily as Sasha is impossible. The Bratva and the legal authorities had declared her dead. And even if she's alive, the last thing she would do is be close to the Bratva. Unless she's planning to take revenge on me.
She can't be. Xerxes sheltered Sasha; she couldn't even decide by herself. I misjudged her when I thought she and her father planned something against me. I've seen her tremble in fear when we abducted her. Sasha, if she's alive, would be in the farthest place from me, cowering in fear.
I move to the hall leading to the restrooms when Sicily goes there alone. She stops before going to the powder room and turns around. She gasps and covers her mouth when her eyes land on mine. Those scared eyes with hidden anger behind them. Sasha had looked at me that way before when she begged me not to make her hate me.
“I-I’m sorry,” she averts her eyes. “I’m still not used to your… scarred face.”
"You don't have to do it if you don't want to," Sicily looks at me, puzzled. Her reactions lure me into believing she's Sasha. "Dmitri is forcing you to have a threesome just as he's forcing you to be Sasha, right?"
Sicily shakes her head. "I don't know what you're talking about," she says and turns around to enter the restroom. I rush after her and block her way. "What are you doing?" Her eyebrows curve, and it's the same as Sasha's. She is Sasha!
I lose it and pull her close to me. Her body is firmer, but it feels the same. My heart can tell she is her. My Sasha.
“What the hell are you doing?” Sicily – Sasha – pushes me away.
"I'm not having second thoughts, asshole," Sicily almost yells. The door opens, and a couple steps out of the restroom. She raises an eyebrow and says, "People were fucking behind the door."
Sicily shoves me and opens the door to the restroom. I block her way again and close the door. “But I mean it. You don’t have to be Sasha for Dmitri or let him force you to do things you don’t want.”
Sicily scoffs at me. “Why shouldn’t I?”Strange.Even the shakiness of their voices, showing their fear, is the same. No two persons can be this alike.
“Dmitri doesn’t know who Sasha really is,” I reply. “She wouldn’t want this.”
My words silence Sicily for a while. It's obvious she's only doing this for Dmitri. Even on that part, she and Sasha are the same. Jealousy struck me. She must be in love with him to give in to his request. Sasha would have done the same. She did it twice for me before I ruined everything.
“Well, I’m not fucking Sasha! I want this. I love fucking in threesomes and in groups,” Sicily claims while looking straight into my eyes. “Who knows? Maybe we’ll get our time with Dmitri, too.”
Sicily smirks and forces her way inside the restroom. I stare at the door for a while. There’s no way I’m letting another man touch her. Whether she’s Sasha or Sicily, I will have Dmitri drop her, so she’ll be mine.
Chapter Three