Brandon's POV
"Come back to bed, tiger!" The British model whispered seductively in my ear, as I sipped from a glass of my favorite wine.I was standing on the balcony of my multi-million dollar penthouse, looking down at the beautiful night view of the city before me.Her hands were soft and sensual, as she slid them down my torso, but they weren't enough, not enough to make me forget about that feisty, little spitfire from about three weeks ago.I've bedded a lot of women and high-class models since then, but none could successfully get my mind off those hazel eyes. Her sweet, feminine scent and the sound of her voice lives rent-free in my memory. Makes me wonder just how well she could moan."Mmm.. you're hard already." The model chuckled in delight, bringing her hand down to the bulge in my panties."Not for you." I told her in a bored tone, before turning around and pulling away from her.I watched her expression morph from shock to disappointment, but I wasn't at all fazed. Like every other woman I've slept with, I knew what she really wanted."I won't be needing your services anymore." I spoke calmly to her."You can take your leave now. I'll have Fernando write a cheque of a hundred and fifty million dollars for you."And just like that, I saw her eyes light up, confirming my initial suspicions. All they're really after is money, and it's a good thing I have lots of that. I'll have as many women as I want, even that hazel-eyed bitch.I remember the fear in her eyes after she slapped me that night and right then and there, I made a decision to do whatever it takes to have her on my bed. I'll spread her apart and go deep inside her, until my name is the only word leaving her lips. She definitely looked like a fiery one, and I was more than eager to put out her flames. I heard the door slam shut, indicating that the British model was now gone, and I was alone in my room. Finally!My doorbell suddenly rang and, without having to look, I already knew who was there. "Come in." I ordered him.Michael stepped into my room, bowing his head in greeting, and I shifted my attention to him. I run my own mafia gang, and it isn't unusual for me to have men working for me, smart men like Micheal. I had him keeping an eye on "her" for me and I hoped he already had enough to report to me about. Micheal wasn't the best when it came to good looks. Scars littering his face made it difficult for people to trust or even look at him, but not me. I instantly saw him as an asset, and he has never failed to prove me right."Boss!" He greeted me, earning a subtle nod."I did as you ordered," he said."And?" I asked, raising an eyebrow at him."Her name is Danielle Owens, and she's a final year student of Bayard College," he said."Mmm.." I muttered, mulling over the information I had just received. Danielle? A student? How the hell did she find herself in a stripper's house then? It wasn't making complete sense to me."Does she have any parents?""Yes boss... A father." He answered, but a look on his face told me there was more to that."Go on.""Well...she lives with her father and a little boy, who seems to be her younger brother." He said."And I heard whispers in the neighborhood about some kind of abuse from the man.""What do you think about it?" I asked him."Been keeping an eye on the man, Boss. He doesn't seem to be around a lot." My mind traveled back to that night with her. The room was dimly lit, but I was sure I saw something like a bruise on her left eye. Could it be that her so-called "father" was hitting her? Was he the one who forced her to dance naked in front of men? Should I talk to Mr. Cox about this?"This little brother of hers." I suddenly spoke up, looking at Michael."How old is he?" I asked."Not more than ten, boss. She drops him off at his school, before going to hers, every morning." He answered, making me hum to myself in deep thoughts."Just give the orders, and I'll bring them to you." He told me and a smile tugged at the corners of my lips at his words.I slowly walked over to my wine bar counter, grabbing a bottle and refilling my glass. I also picked out another glass, pouring a generous quantity into it for Micheal."Here!" I said, holding out the glass to him and watching him accept it gratefully.He took a sip from it and that was when I decided to speak up."Danielle, is it?" I asked, making him nod at me."That girl is a mystery. One that I must solve." I said."That's why I'm trusting you to be of great help to me, Micheal. Bringing her to me would be way too easy." I told him, watching him nod in understanding.For now, I plan to gather as much information as I can about her. She was undoubtedly one of the most intriguing females I've ever met, and I'll be damned if I don't have a taste of her. I'll catch her at her weakest and she won't be able to resist me."One more thing, Boss!" Michael suddenly spoke up, catching my attention again."Yes?" "There's another man in the picture. Jordan Ross, goes to the same college with her." He said, making me frown."They've been... getting close." "How close?" I asked, feeling my temper rise slowly. I wasn't too keen on having strange men around any woman of my interest."They've been going out together for a while now." He answered, and I saw red for a brief second, not liking the news at all." I think it's time to properly introduce myself, then."Danielle's POV"Damn! You look... Gorgeous." Jordan literally gawked at me, as I stepped out of my apartment in a black mini-gown. I couldn't help the blush that crept up my face, as his silver eyes glinted at me.The past few weeks had literally been the best, and it was because of this man in front of me. This was the fourth time he'd taken me out, and sometimes I still struggled to believe that all this is actually happening. Jordan, my crush of almost three years, had finally noticed me and I couldn't wait for him to officially ask me to be his girlfriend.I hadn't seen my father in weeks and my brother was having a sleepover at a friend's. Everything was just perfect tonight, and it made me smile happily."Thanks, Jordan." I replied shyly to his compliment. "Can't believe I always thought you were a boy." He chuckled, making me slap his shoulders playfully."That'll teach you to look well next time." I replied to him.At 24 years of age, this was the first time I was actually fe
Danielle's POVI woke up feeling the absolute worst this morning. My hair was all scattered, looking like an angry bird's nest and I had a funny taste in my mouth that made me feel nauseous.Letting out a groan, I pushed myself up from my bed, rushing to the bathroom to puke out the contents of my stomach... violently, if I may add. After I was done, I leaned back on the wall to catch my breath and that was when the unpleasant memories of last night began to invade my mind.I remembered how they laughed at my humiliation and whispered to each other. I remembered Jordan and how he also referred to me as a "dirty, little stripper". I should have known something was off when he first asked me out. It took him three years to finally take note of my existence, and I was blinded by my attraction to him.I gave my first kiss to him, only for a stupid bet? My father was right about me being stupid after all. How did I ever think he'd date someone like me?I felt my tears threatening to fall,
Danielle's POV"I want you to be mine, Danielle!" " I want to have you all to myself."My mind went back to how his eyes bored into mine with that icy intensity. He wanted me to be his personal whore. The audacity of that man!!!It's been three days; three days since he barged into my apartment like he owned the place. I later got to know that he bought the whole building, making me wonder just how much money he is really worth. If he thinks he can just sway me by throwing money around, then he's got another thing coming. I will never be his whore!It was a Saturday night and I was preparing to go home, after a long day of work at Gracie's Diner. I got fired last week, from my waitress job at the coffee shop, and now I had to put in extra effort to impress my new employer, Ms. Gracie.I took it upon myself to always arrive before everyone and leave after everyone too. After making sure to lock up for the night, I put on my hoodie and hurried home, smiling at how much tip I got today.
Brandon's POVI flew back from Greece, as soon as I heard. Alighting from my chopper, I took long strides towards the main entrance of my mansion. That bastard laid his hands on her, and I was way too eager to make him pay.I stormed into the building, where my attention had been requested by Micheal. Two men flanked me from behind, heavily armed and alert. "Boss!" Micheal greeted, as I approached where he stood with a few other of my men. They had gotten the job done."Is he conscious?" I asked, as I hurriedly walked past him into a room in our secret basement. It was where we deal with assholes like him.Michael grunted in agreement from behind me, as we arrived at the room.My eyes finally landed on a man in a torn up, bloodstained shirt. He was blindfolded and tied to a chair in the dark room, but I could still tell he was the one, he was Danielle's father. He was the asshole who beat her like some cheap punching bag. Judging by the bruises on his face, it was clear that Micheal
Danielle's POVNow I was beginning to understand why he was always so cocky and arrogant. He practically lives in a freaking mansion, with an army of menacing, armed men patrolling the whole place. He was more than just wealthy, he was definitely powerful and not someone to be trifled with. I didn't care too much about that at the moment though.A gate was suddenly opened for me, making it the third gate I was going through. My eyes caught the sight of a black helicopter, resting on a landing pad and I struggled to hide my amazement. I needed to appear as mad as possible, when I finally see him.And just as that thought crossed my mind, he finally emerged from where seemed to be the main entrance to the grand mansion. He was clad in a blue tuxedo, a pair of glasses covering his eyes and making him look like some hot villain in a TV series. Three men were also following behind him, making me frown and halt in my track. Why does he have to carry about so much security? What's so specia
Danielle's POVIt has been a whole week since the whole incident with my father. He was already far away from us, but I couldn't help being scared sometimes. Oliver on the other hand, seemed to be completely over the incident. He went about his daily activities without fear or worry, almost like he'd totally forgotten about our father.Brandon, that six foot tall, blue eyed, dangerous looking man. I hadn't seen him since then, and I'd like to assume that he had probably moved on now, and is no longer interested in whatever fantasies he had about me. I should probably move out of this apartment, as he was now literally my landlord. After what happened with Jordan, I wasn't looking forward to having anything to do with any man, at the moment. The more I think of them, I realize just how ruthless and cruel they can be. Brandon was definitely not any different, as I have seen. If anything, he should be worse.The way he had those armed men around him, I swear he runs a mafia or probably
[ A/N: 18+ scene up ahead. Readers are to expect more scenes like this, as the book progresses. ]Danielle's POVThe intensity of his gaze, the firmness of his hands, as they pinned mine to the bed. Brandon was an absolute pleasure beast.His blue eyes ran down my body, leaving a trail of unquenchable flames, flames that I'd gladly allow to consume me. With his other free hand, he pried my legs open, spreading then widely apart.A rumbling sound resonated from his chest, and I felt my pussy throbbing with so much need. I could practically feel myself drowning in my own wetness at this point."Brandon..." A moan left my lips, as his fingers casually brushed against my very moist and sensitive clitoris. He was teasing me, and was clearly enjoying every minute of it.Brandon's wicked gaze suddenly met mine. He didn't break eye contact, even as he flicked his fingers rapidly inside me, playing me like a fucking musical instrument. He was mumbling some Italian words to me, but I couldn't b
Danielle's POVThe results were even more chaotic than we had initially anticipated. Sam had uploaded the pictures into everyone's devices, and the whole school was going wild.Most, if not all of the students had their phones out, laughing and making mockery of what they were looking at. Some of them were showing it to their friends."Whoa!" I gasped, as I watched the reactions on people's faces. Some were just amused, some disgusted and some were just straight up judgemental. It was just like their reaction to me being a stripper, except this time, I was enjoying it."You haven't even seen the best part." Sam said, as he emerged from behind me, his gaze fixed on a classroom, down the school hallway.I watched Jordan come out of the classroom, a very angry and enraged expression on his face. Some of his friends were busy trying to snatch the phones off other students. I could easily see how upset they all were, especially as Mia walked away from Jordan. It brought a satisfied smile t
Danielle's POVHe came back to me! Brandon came back to me, after six months in a coma, after six months of helplessly waiting for a miracle. He made my nightmares disappear with just his presence."Momma!" My four years old son exclaimed, right before hugging my legs. From the looks of it, he went fishing again with his father.He looked up at me with his big, hazel eyes, and that was all I needed to confirm my suspicion. "Did you go fishing with your father again?" I asked, raising an eyebrow at him."Um...Aurora also came with us?" He confessed, making me roll my eyes, before bending down to meet his height."I wasn't going to punish you, Austin!" I said, making him sigh visibly in relief."Come on! Go ahead and call your sister. Dinner is almost ready." I told him, ruffling his hair fondly.My son's eyes grew even wider, and his face went a bit pale. It was like he suddenly remembered something that scared the hell out of him."What is it, Austin?" I asked, as he suddenly held o
A/N: Alright, readers! Since we're coming to the end of this book, allow me to present y'all with a happy chapter, lol! I promise you won't be mad this time.]Danielle's POVThe beeping of different monitors and his steady breathing, were the only sounds that kept me company. It's been what? Six months since I last looked into his vibrant, blue eyes.My stomach was now bigger, as I was slowly nearing my delivery date. However, I didn't think I could do any of that without him, without Brandon.I let out a sniffle, like I had been doing for over a million times, taking his large hand in my smaller ones, and squeezing lightly."There you are, Danny! Come on and have your bath now!" Aunt Mallory called out from the doorway. Her and Oliver had come all the way from Ohio, as soon as they heard of Brandon's... incident. They've been keeping me company ever since."I don't want to!" I answered her stubbornly, not wanting to take my eyes off Brandon's unconscious body, even for a moment. He w
Danielle's POV:I didn't realize I'd stopped running, until someone grabbed me by my wrist, and my eyes widened in terror. It was that Calaveros man from earlier; Diaz."Where do you think you're going?" He grinned sinisterly at me, before attempting to drag me off to the direction of their minivan.I started yelling, punching, kicking and scratching as much as I could, but it only seemed to anger him, as he kept tugging at my wrist. I let out a gasp, as a bullet suddenly went through his head, splattering blood all over my face. I watched him fall to the ground with a thud, and I turned around to look for who fired the shot. It was Micheal, and he kept gesturing for me to keep running towards the car.Looking down at the corpse before me again, I suppressed the urge to gag. He had a gun on him, and I bent down to take it from his lifeless hand. I'd seen men using guns before, so it shouldn't be too hard for me, right?Brandon was now clearly winning, as he stood over Sam, who was br
Danielle's POVA fight to the death? What the hell was he thinking? What sort of barbaric, mafia tradition is that? Why is it even a thing?I was suddenly dragged down from the vehicle I'd been boarding, and my eyes immediately started searching for Brandon. We were now on some sort of old, abandoned bridge, and armed Calaveros men were everywhere. I was yet to spot Brandon, even as Sam slowly emerged from behind me. He was shirtless, giving me a much clearer view of his tattoo adorned body. I glared at him."What's the matter, Dee? Nervous?" He smirked at me.I made a move to lunge at him with an attack, but one of his men was quick enough to hold me back, making me groan out in frustration."You won't get away with any of this. I promise you!" I threatened. In that moment, I had finally realized what Sam truly is, who he truly is; an enemy!A minivan finally arrived at the bridge, and all attention were on it. Immediately it stopped, Brandon came out from the back, wincing slightly
Danielle's POVWith one arm around my neck, Sam forcefully dragged me along, towards the noise of the ongoing gun battle. He had a gun pointed to my head, which he used to threaten me to move. I struggled as much as I could, while he just kept laughing like some evil villain."No matter.... what...you do.." I managed to say, as his arms were literally choking me.He loosened up, when he realized I was saying something, and I took that opportunity to gasp for breath, before speaking."No matter what you do, Sam. I'll never love you." I spat at him.For a moment, I thought I saw the old Sam, the one I'd always trusted. His eyes widened in an emotion that resembled... regret? He was however quick to get rid of the look, as soon as it came."This isn't about you, anymore." He seethed, tightening his hold on my neck again and dragging me along.I continued to struggle against his hold, as I we moved closer to the direction of the gunfight.Soon, we were in some sort of courtyard, which w
Brandon's POV"I'm sorry Brandon, I should have told you earlier." Those were her last words, before Sam snatched the phone from her. He wasn't lying about her carrying my child. How could I be so careless and stupid?"Boss...it's a trap. You can't just go like that?" Micheal said to me, suddenly coming to stand in my way, as I had been moving towards my car."Move!" I growled at him, but he wouldn't budge. The rest of my men just stood, watching us in silence."You're not thinking straight, right now." Micheal complained."Of course I'm not. Didn't you hear that bastard? He has my family and he's threatened to harm them if I don't show up!" I yelled right into Micheal's face."He's trying to goad you!" Micheal argued."What will you have me do, then?" I yelled even louder."Will you prefer that I let them die?" "That's not what I said." Michael said, his voice cracking. I knew my words struck a nerve. His own family had been murdered in front of him, a long time ago. It was a very
Brandon's POVI was looking right at the scene before me, but I was too afraid to accept what might have happened. There was need for a closer inspection.This was obviously one of my cars, and it was destroyed almost beyond recognition. My legs moved me faster towards the scene, as I feared the worst. Anissa and Danielle aren't in there, right?"This is bad!" One of my men said, as he approached me, Micheal following right behind me.My men had found this scene first, in their search for Anissa and Danielle, who were supposed to be on their way to join me for tonight's date. They contacted me, and I had begun running here, as fast as I could."We found two bodies, boss. They are badly burnt, but we were still able to save what we can." Micheal announced, making me hold my breath for a second. He just said "two bodies"!"Let me see them." I grunted, shoving Micheal out of my way, as I advanced towards the scenery. It wouldn't be long before the cops show up, so we needed to be quick h
Danielle's POVPanic coursed through me, as Sam finally closed the gap between us. I found myself backing away from him and turning around to make a run for it. All my warning bells were ringing like crazy, and I knew something unpleasant was about to happen.I instinctively ran towards Anissa, who had been standing there all along. I tried to drag her along with me, but she suddenly pushed me to the ground with one swift motion, leaving me more stunned than terrified.I now had beach sand all over my face, as I raised up my head to look at her. I searched her eyes, and I was taken aback by the look of indifference in them. She looked down at me with so much coldness, I couldn't recognize her anymore. That was when I started making sense of what was happening."I've done what you asked." She said, finally facing Sam, who had a gleeful look in his eyes."You wanted her, she's here." Anissa said again, pointing at me, as I remained in my spot, too stunned to move."I can see that!" Sam
Danielle's POVTonight I was finally going to let Brandon know. I was going to let him know that I was carrying his child; our child.I already had a whole week to think about it and now I was convinced that telling him might not be such a bad idea, afterall. The possibility of starting a family with him, got me so excited and I just couldn't wait.I looked at my reflection in the mirror with so much joy, thinking about the many things that had happened in my life to bring me right to this very moment. My hands instinctively reached out to touch my stomach, rubbing it soothingly, as my smile widened.I still couldn't believe that there was a new life forming inside me. It made me look at life in a whole new perspective and I just wished Brandon would see things the same way too."Now that's one hell of a dress." Anissa said softly, as she emerged from behind me.She had been the one taking care of me more closely than any other member of Brandon's staff. She was very protective of me