I found myself back in square one as I sat on a hospital bench waiting for Nick outside of the ER. Salvatore's medicare has officially become my least favorite place in the whole entire world. I hated coming here knowing every damn time that Nick was laying there on their hospital bed. I hated seeing him hurt but somehow I always managed to be the reason of him hurting.

I shouldn't have stayed. I caused nothing but pain in his life.

The Don was holding Alana as she cried in his arms while Elliot comforted his sister. Sitting on the seat next to me was Eden who looked more than pissed, his jaw clenched and hands balled into fists.

" You fucking idiots have the audacity to say that I am not qualified enough to take care of my own fucking brother. I will kill you myself if anything happen to him. " he glared at the nurse who came rushing down the hallway before getting in the ER closing door behind her.

The voices of Bella and Alana's sobs mixed with Eden's cussing under his breath and the noises in my head telling I caused this were literally giving me a fucking headache and suddenly in need of some fresh air.

" Do you want coffee? " I asked as if I was trying to get myself killed by a pissed off doctor.

" No. I need a bloody gun to kill every doctors in that damn room. " he grunted under his breath not sparing me a glance and that was my cue to leave.

The hallway from the ER was busy as people in white cloaks ran around the place trying to do their works treating as many patients as they could and my heart sank looking at the helpless family members waiting for their love ones on the bench because I had just been there, impatiently waiting for Nick praying to god that he would be fine. I tore my eyes away from the scene as I walked faster away in need for some caffeine in my system.

The chilly evening air sent chills down my spine as I sipped on my hot coffee. Nicholas never left my thoughts and all of a sudden I felt exhausted. Defeated by everything. I felt tired, like the world were supposed to drain me from every ounce of happiness that I had.

He was the best thing that had ever happened to me and that was exactly why I needed to leave him behind. I didn't deserved something good in life. I wasn't worth it and he didn't need a manipulative bitch with daddy issues liked me in his life.

With my second cup of coffee in my hands I hurried to the elevator after I was informed that he was out of surgery and had been moved upstair to the family's private floor. I pressed the button furiously with my shaking finger slowly getting pissed at how slow the door was closing when a tall man rushed into the same elevator making me furthered away to the corner as the door finally closed.

I scanned him up and down carefully taking in his appearance which seemed impossible because he was in a big black coat with high collar that covered most of his neck and half of his face while his head was in a black head. I put my guard all the way up going on full fighting mode as he took a step closer to me before whispering to me lowly.

" Sir Joseph sent his best regard to your pretty boy toy. He's glad he could help your father out with the plan you failed. "

My eyes widened slightly at the messenger as he finished his message. His son wasn't lying when he said they knew about my father's plan. And, now the father was interfering in my business. I might need to leave sooner than I had planned.

The coffee cup dropped to the floor making the man jumped back a little in surprise and I took the opportunity to swing my leg up high kicking him in his neck making him lost his trance. His body fell on the floor making a loud thud as the elevator came to a stop. I bend down to his level and whispered lowly in his ear.

" Tell that old hag I'm coming for him. He better run for his life because no one touches what's mine and stay alive. "

" I will send him to hell myself. "

I took the one blade I always carried around with me from the back of my jeans and stabbed the side of his neck making sure he was alive to tell the tale.

Going into that room to see him was tempting. Even unconscious I felt the need to see him before leaving. I wanted to say goodbye and to kissed him one more time.

But I had an appointment with Joseph Johnson and a visit to my beloved father.

And, knowing Nick's power over me I wouldn't leave the room until he awaken and when he woke he would never let me go.

" We need to talk. " I said standing in front of Eden.

He cocked an eyebrow at him curiously and obviously wasting my time because someone needed to be dead by the end of the day. I rolled my eyes in frustration and pulled him up from the bench by the collar of his cloak. I led us into a decant hallway and pulled him into an empty room.

" I know who put your brother in there. I will bring Nick his head. You just need to trust me because I need to leave like right now. " I said and Eden looked at me liked I had just grew another head.

" Nick will murder me himself if I let you leave. " he shook his head.

" Not if I kill him before he gets to you. "

" You're going to leave anyways so why bring me into your shits. " Eden narrowed his eyes at me.

" Because I need your helps and you're the only who sat outside. "

" The only helps you will need is help from above because my brother is going to be pissed when he woke up and found out that you're gone. "

" Exactly what I need. But, my idea of help from above is a sniper on the roof, Eden. "

" Joseph Johnson's mansion. " I said impatiently waiting for his response.

" You can consider it done. Leave now before I changed my mind. "

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In my six inches Louboutin heels, I walked into the lavish mansion of the Johnson's liked I owned the goddamn place.

Making a stop at the penthouse my father gave to me was a great idea because I would have felt out of place while killing the bastard if I came in skinny jeans.

The black leather sleeveless dress stuck on my body liked a second skin showing off the hourglass I worked my ass off for. My hair was curled freely down to my waist, my face covered with minimum amount of makeup and my signature red lipstick.

I was totally ready to Joseph Johnson's funeral.

" You can't enter without permission, ma'am. " a tall bodyguard said stopping me from entering his master's bedroom.

I cocked an eyebrow at him daringly him to say another word as I pulled out the hidden knife from my purse. I licked the sharp blade teasingly and he looked at me liked I had just grown another head. I took a step closer to him putting my hand on him feeling his body up not taking my eyes off of his. His body was built for a soldier, rock hard abs and all but he was no Nicholas Salvatore.

Why the hell did I keep comparing everyone to him anyway? I knew I had it bad but not that bad, right?

Fuck. This. I mentally groaned in frustration at the mere though of him and I was already distracted when I felt the man's hand travelled up my curve.

I wasn't his to touch.

" A little reminder for next life, I will kill whatever get in my way. Goodbye, hot stuff. " I smirked pressing the knife on his neck and slit his throat.

Then, I entered the grand master bedroom of my next victim.

The Johnson's mansion was huge, liked a kingdom fit for a falling king. He had each and every corner of the place heavily guarded by men in black, figured he got the message from my messenger. But, every step I took inside the place men dropped dead to the floor with a bullet in their head clearing my path.

Eden Salvatore didn't disappoint.

" Enjoying your last evening fuck, I see. " I smirked leaning against the door frame of Joseph Johnson's master bedroom.

His king sized bed stood in the middle of the huge bedroom like a throne. His wall was painted all white very much to my liking because it about to be painted red with his blood and being a sadistic bitch I was I enjoyed admiring my art.

Joseph leaned his head against his bed frame with his eyes at the back of his head as the blonde chick rode her life away on his wrinkly dick.

The sound of my heels clicking against his marble floor didn't overpowered their ear-bleeding grunts but it did earn their undivided attention from the disgusting sin they were performing.

Gosh. This was like my father and his high schooler wife all over again. I would never escape middle age men live porn, would I?

" You lazy fuck. At least get on the top next time the poor girl must be exhausted. " I cocked an eyebrow as they stopped whatever they were doing.

" Aren't you, blondie? " I asked turning my eyes to the chick who looked like she could be his granddaughter.

" Now, get the hell out before I blow your brain out. "

Without another word the girl left the room shamelessly in her naked glory and his eyes never left her which caused me to roll my eyes. Sick fuck.

" To what do I owe this pleasure, Damien's daughter? " he asked resting his arms at the back of his head while he smirked at me.

I narrowed my eyes at the suicidal old hag daring him to say another word about me being my father's daughter. I had been insulted before and been called many names by lots of people but that was the most insulting thing I had ever heard in my life.

" I believe you messed with my little Don. So, you're going to pay with your death. "

" And, I'm not just Damien's daughter. You will remember me as the bitch that send you to hell. "

Taking a handgun out of my purse, I walked over to his bed with a smirk on my face as his faded off his mouth. The glint of fear in his eyes were what made this even more exciting. I was nowhere near being capable of killing my own father but I was sure as hell I didn't mind killing his best friend or whatever he was to him.

In fact, it gave me a slight pleasure of going up against my father for once in my life.

I watched him screamed like a bitch he was as the first bullet I shot digging into his flesh and I grinned at the sight of his blood gushing out of his shoulder and leg.

" You're the one who shot Nick back in the forest, weren't you? And, then you dare caused the car accident. "

" He should have died in there and in that car. The bastard killed my son. " he snapped glaring daggers at me, hand holding onto his bleeding wound.

I laughed in his face tipping his chin up with my gun. " I killed your son. He didn't. I was the one who looked at him in the eyes as his life drained away. "

" I watched him begged for his life but I killed him anyways. And, I'm not even sorry. Your son had it coming when he crossed the Salvatore's and you know that. "

I could see the anger and rage building up in his eyes as he stared at me listening to me telling him each and every details how I killed his son.

" Your father sent you to kill those people and look at you protecting those people and running around like their little bitch. " he snapped taking a dagger under his duvet and stabbed my side.

" You betrayed your own family. Your own father. Your flesh and blood. "

" DNA doesn't make a family. " I said taking the dagger out of my side and slit his throat.

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