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A Stripper's Nightmare Burden of grief
[A/N: A little Insight Into Danielle's mother's death. Enjoy!]Danielle's POV"Hey, little nugget!" I called out to my baby brother, as he stood in front of an ice cream shop. He was only three, and he already had some serious obsession over ice cream.As soon as he saw me, his little feet started to scamper into the opposite direction, making me let out a sigh of frustration."Come on, Ollie! Mom and dad will be looking for us." I whined, as I ran after him."Cweem!!!" He shrieked, as I picked him off the ground, attracting stares from people around.I just turned eighteen, and I haven't got a job, but I've had to spend a chunk of my pocket money to satisfy Oliver's ice cream cravings tonight. I guess Oliver must always want more, as they say.Mom and dad had brought us to this amusement park to have some fun, and celebrate their anniversary, but I've been stuck looking after my little brother, while they played date night."I don't have anymore money for cweem, young man!" I snapped
A Stripper's Nightmare Uncle Jon
Danielle's POV"Woah! This is where she stays?" I asked Brandon, looking around the neighborhood.We were currently seated at the back seat of his car, as Carlos drove us towards our destination. Brandon would occasionally point out directions to him."You seem surprised." Brandon smiled at the expression on my face.For someone who usually collected ridiculously huge amount of money from Brandon, you'd expect her to be living in some luxury estate, and not the freaking suburbs. So yeah! I was a little surprised."You know, where I grew up wasn't any different from this." Brandon said to me, peering through his side of the window."What was it like?" I asked, making him smile."It was...tough.""But there were also perks." He said, relaxing back on his seat."Really? Like what?" I asked, way too eagerly."Well, we were like a city of our own, always looking out for each other." He explained."There was also a very low crime rate in our neighborhood, because we somehow saw each other l
A Stripper's Nightmare Sexcapade
Danielle's POV"Brandon...stop!" I groaned, as Brandon assaulted the base of my neck with sensual kisses and hickeys."Not when you're looking this good." He mumbled against my ear, tracing the outer part with the tip of his tongue, and sending pleasurable shivers down my spine.His mother's funeral was only about a week ago, but here we were, fucking each other, over and over again. We had been at it for days now, and Brandon doesn't ever seem to get enough. Not like I was complaining, but I was literally trying to study for my upcoming exams.He slipped his hand up the short gown I was putting on, reaching for my breasts and squeezing them playfully."You know... Carlos told me of your conversation with my uncle, the other day." He said, his hands still playing with my breasts. I found it difficult to focus on his words. I found it difficult to focus on anything."He did?" I asked him absentmindedly, as the pen I'd been writing with, suddenly fell off my hand."I was told you scold
A Stripper's Nightmare Watched
Danielle's POV"Sam?!" I called out to my best friend, as I encountered a really difficult problem in my work. He'd been teaching me all day, but I just totally suck at math."What?" He called out from his kitchen, where he'd been cooking up a storm."I've got a problem!" I complained, frowning down at the equations in my book."Well, fix it!" He yelled back at me, making groan out in frustration, slamming my head on the table before me.Our exams were just a week away, and I was really nervous. These exams would determine if I remain in college, or graduate from it. It was a big deal, and I was freaking out.I decided to stand up and go check on Sam's cooking in the kitchen. He had been bragging all day, about being quite the chef. He didn't seem to be having fun with the cooking, though."Are you here to help or what?" He asked, turning his head to look at me, and adjusting his glasses on the bridge of his nose."Nah! It's more fun watching you suffer." I retorted with a smirk, ear
A Stripper's Nightmare Selfish decisions
Brandon's POV"Yeah...run away, asshole!" The girl shouted at me, as I bolted.I was disoriented, couldn't think straight. It must be the substance they injected me with. I needed to get away from this park, as soon as possible. I needed to get away, before I kill someone else.That poor, defenseless woman was just trying to help me, before I suddenly stabbed her with a knife. Judging by the ring on her finger, she was married, and probably has children depending on her.Her husband saw my face, he saw me, before I put my hoodie back on. I saw the rage in his eyes, as he caught me towering over his wife's body. A part of me was hoping that he had a gun, that he'd just kill me and stop me from murdering someone else. I had so much blood on my hands, and I didn't know how to stop.I looked down at the woman I had just stabbed. She was holding onto my leg, whispering something to me. She was already loosing too much blood."Run!" She whispered, taking me aback. I just stabbed her, and s
A Stripper's Nightmare Goodluck sex
Danielle's POVThe day of my exams was finally here, and I was beyond nervous. I had rushed out of the shower, throwing on a hoodie and tying my hair in a messy bun. My mind was a jumbled mess, as I tried to arrange a few books and writing materials into my bag. I just wanted to scream out in frustration."Not now, Anissa!" I yelled at the incessant knocking on my bedroom door. I didn't really think I could be around anyone right now."Breakfast will be served in the dining, then!" She said, before I heard her retreating footsteps.After a few more minutes of turning my whole room upside down, I let out a sigh. I now believed I was ready to step out, and I went over to the mirror, to give myself a once-over.Winter was fast approaching and although it wasn't snowing yet, the wind was quite chilly. Putting on nice, warm clothing, was definitely a must. Satisfied with my how I looked, I spun around, grabbing my bag and heading out of my room. I approached the dining area, where Carlos
A Stripper's Nightmare Paranoia
Danielle's POV"What? Does Mr. Brandon know about this?" Sam shrieked, his eyes widened at the piece of information I had just revealed to him."Quit being dramatic, Sam! He doesn't need to know." I rolled my eyes at him, falling back on the sofa."Your father is back, and has apparently been stalking you for a while now." He said."Seriously, you still don't think Mr. Brandon should know?""Well, we don't know anything for sure. For all I know, I might have just been seeing things." I shrugged at him."Stop looking at me like that!" I snapped."What? You're getting me all worried." He protested, and I let out a sigh.Our exams were pretty much over, with only a few more projects to be done and submitted. I was currently at Sam's, as his house was nearer to the school. Brandon's driver didn't show up, and after my many attempts to reach him through phone calls, I simply gave up. He wasn't picking any of my calls, so I assumed that he must be really occupied at the moment."Shit!" Sam
A Stripper's Nightmare Numb
Danielle's POVI wasn't exactly experienced, when it came to treating and stitching up wounds, but here I was, taking care of literal bullet wounds on Brandon.I had been at it for over an hour now, and he hasn't so much as made a sound. It was like he wasn't feeling any pain at all, or he was already too used to it.When I came to think of it, his whole body is literally littered with scars, which was an indication that wounds like these, aren't a rare occurrence."I'm going to apply some disinfectants now." I said to him, holding a soaked up wool, over his wound.He just grunted out in agreement, not even opening his eyes to look.I pressed the cotton wool against his wounds, cleaning it from any possible infection. For a normal person, it should have hurt, but was there really anything normal about Brandon. He remained still, until I was done with the process. He then proceeded to lay down on his bed, gulping down some whiskey from a bottle.I looked at him in concern and worry. Hi
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A Stripper's Nightmare Epilogue
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 Stripper's Nightmare Good news
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
A Stripper's Nightmare Over the bridge!
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
A Stripper's Nightmare On the bridge!
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
A Stripper's Nightmare Old Mafia Rule
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
A Stripper's Nightmare Crazed
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
A Stripper's Nightmare Come alone!
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
A Stripper's Nightmare Bestfriend or monster?
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
A Stripper's Nightmare Fully human
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
