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A TWENTY SOMETHING 108. NEVER NORMAL
HANA "I couldn't walk," I complained, sprawling across the bed. "You don't have to." Bash placed a chaste kiss on my cheeks before buttoning his shirt. After I asked him to marry me last night, Bash brought me straight home. We couldn't even make it past the front door before he was inside me, his thrusts urgent and intense. He took me on every flat surface. It felt like a sex marathon. I didn't know when I passed out after coming multiple times. When I opened my eyes again, he was inside me, his hands caressing my head. I was so satiated but when he looked at me with those intense green eyes, I begged him to take me again, my pussy hot and throbbing just for him, for my man, for my Bash. As a result, I can't even pee because my pussy feels like it's burning. Oh, God. It will hurt like a bitch for the next two days. But last night was incredible. That's all that matters. Watching him roll his sleeves, revealing the veins on his muscular hand made me hot and bo
Last Updated : 2024-11-22A TWENTY SOMETHING 109. THE TIME OF WAR
BASH There's going to be a war and that's not the end of it. I am sure whatever breathtakingly stupid reason compelled Alessandro to kidnap Colton's daughter is going to cost all of us. When I looked at the girl who was hardly nineteen or twenty years old, sitting quietly in the corner of the room, feigning courage, all I could think was how familiar her eyes were, just like my bee's. "Why the hell did you bring her here?" I questioned Sandro. "We caught Romero. Her father tried to kidnap Mateo and failed miserably. It's a tit for tat." "Colton failed because I was there. I don't think it's a good time to play tit for tat." The girl in the corner sniffled, catching our attention. I walked to her slowly so that I wouldn't startle her. She shifted where she sat. "What's your name?" I asked her gently. "Luna." "Hana and Luna. Sisters indeed." Vincenzo commented for the first time. That's when the girl named Luna who was Hana's half sister
Last Updated : 2024-12-15A TWENTY SOMETHING 110. SIGNS
HANA Bash has been grumpy all day because I've decided to meet Luna. As expected, he doesn't trust her. I am not sure if I trust her either. But I want to meet her at least once. He took me to Alessandro's house because that's where they are keeping her. Bash assured me that Luna is safe and Sandro and Vincenzo are not the kind of people to force themselves on a girl, they are still criminals. We all are. The blood is on my hand too. "Why did Alessandro agree to keep her in his house?" I asked Bash. Marco followed us quietly as we headed into an enormous living room. Bash rubbed the back of his head, "Beats me. He is being himself." "Hana," Mateo squealed, dashing towards us and before Bash could stop him, I took him in a bear hug. "How is my favourite boy?" I asked him. "Busy. School sucks. Do you wanna see my room?" "Nope, buddy. Not happening. I assure you that she is not falling for that." "Bash," I chided, elbowing him. "Ne
Last Updated : 2025-01-31A TWENTY SOMETHING 111. CILLIAN & ROSE
BASH Hana is busy, scowling at Sandro and smiling at everything Matias has to say. Vin is something that I have to pay much attention to but can't because my mind is filled with what Luna has said, precisely signed to Hana. Did she know about Cillian? Did she refer to my father or me? Why did she have to sign it when no one was watching her? What's her plan? Can I share this information with Sandro? Fuck it. I am gonna talk to her. Once I dropped Hana off at home, I went to Sandro's house again to chat with his hostage. "You are back in what?" Sandro held his hand up to check his watch, "one hour? Miss me?" "I need to talk with her." Whether I imagined it or if it really happened, his jaw ticked. Is he angry because I want to speak with her? "In private," I added. "I don't trust you." "I am not the one who kidnapped her. You did." "You might be scheming something since she is your family now." "SHE
Last Updated : 2025-02-02A TWENTY SOMETHING 112. PREPARATIONS
BASH "What the hell are you two doing?" The door, barely hanging onto its last hinge, finally gave up and crashed to the floor with a loud bang. Luna flinched, pressing her palms tightly over her ears as her body trembled in my arms. Great. Just great. As if kidnapping his rival's daughter wasn't bad enough, Sandro had developed a possessiveness for her. Trust him to complicate an already brewing war. His expression softened when his gaze landed on the shaking girl. "Luna," he whispered gently, "are you alright?" "Don't scream at me!" she snapped, her voice raw with defiance. Sandro blinked, stunned by her outburst as she stomped out of the room. "I didn't scream at her," he muttered, genuinely perplexed. "You did before," I reminded him. "That girl has an angry father at home, Sandro. She might not respond well to your yelling." He frowned. "What's that supposed to mean?" Sandro couldn't understand. My father
Last Updated : 2025-02-04A TWENTY SOMETHING 113. THE RINGS
BASH My shirt buttons are half done as she dresses in a rush before she bolted to our bedroom. I followed her quietly and knocked on the door. "Go to hell," she yelled from the other side. "Baby, please don't be angry. You know how hard it makes me. We have been at this for many days now." Something hit the door with a bang, and I stepped away from it. She is serious. "Hana, let's talk." "You can't talk me out of it. I am not leaving you here when there is a war coming. I will fight beside you." "You will be so hot when you fight. I may lose focus." Another bang. I raise my hands in surrender, "Okay. There is still a lot of time. Let's not talk about it right away. Open the door. Please." When she didn't open, I added, "I need you." That made the magic happen. The door opened slowly, revealing slender legs, a creased shirt, messy hair, and a cleavage filled with my marks. She didn't button the first four—such a wonderful
Last Updated : 2025-02-06A TWENTY SOMETHING 114. THE PROPOSALS
HANA "Baby, you love, Pasta. It's our food. Remember?" Celia shook her head, crossing her hands across her chest. "I hate Pasta. I never want to see that again or smell that." The next second, Alexander ordered the waiter to take the plate away from our table. He was so sure she would like the Pasta. I asked him to wait until Celia came out from the washroom. But he ordered it, saying he knows her wife well. "I hate everything I used to like. This baby is changing me. He is dancing again. See," she took Alexander's hand in hers and placed it on her belly for the second time. "She is dancing," Alexander beamed. "He wants a girl and she wants a boy," Bash whispered in my ears. A married couple used to scare me before. But Celia and Alexander are everything we are, if not much more. Bash held my hand in his gently, kissing my knuckles. "Can we take this food for Luna? And to Matias? This is so delicious. She might like it."
Last Updated : 2025-02-08A TWENTY SOMETHING 115. CHANGE OF PLANS
BASH I covered my face with my palm as she clicked another photo of me, lying on the bed, naked and satiated. Since yesterday night, Hana has captured hundreds of pictures, of our rings, our hands, of me and us. "It's enough baby. Come to bed now." She shook her head, looking for a different angle. I wrapped my fingers around her neck and pulled her to me, capturing her lips into a fierce kiss. "Are you going to take a rest or not?" I demanded. She shook her head again like a kid. "I am too excited and happy to take a rest." She jumped on the bed, "I have to show the ring to Shalini and Mateo." I groaned, pulled her again and wrapped her in my arms, "Stay here." I whispered. Half an hour later, the three friends are still talking about the rings. "Yaaaaaarrrrrrrrr... Congratulations!" Shalini screamed in the video call. My bee flaunted her ring for the tenth time, showing her friends all four of t
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A TWENTY SOMETHING EPILOGUE - II
BASH Celia is not due until next month. But that little shit can't wait for any longer. He came out earlier than expected, and if you are asking me why I am calling a one-hour-old baby, little shit, wait until I finish the full story. I didn't let Hana step out of our room for another five days. She has stitches, and what was she thinking, trying to sit in a wheelchair? Not under my watch. My Rose yawned in my arms and went back to sleep, her tiny hand wrapped around my finger. A few days back, if someone had told me that I would call another human being cute other than my wife, I would have laughed at them. Now, looking at Rose's sleeping form, that's all I can think - cute, delicate. She needs to be protected from all the ugliness of the world. I will make sure she is untouched. When my wife and daughter were being discharged, we visited Celia and Alex. Three-year-old Willow ran to me, hugging my leg. "Hey, sweetheart." I smile at her. "Mommy birth me a brother."
A TWENTY SOMETHING EPILOGUE- I
HANA"What are we doing in Japan?" I asked, glancing around at the sea of cherry blossoms, their delicate petals drifting through the air like whispered dreams.Bash smirked. "I told you that's exactly what you would ask."It took me a moment to understand. Then, I remembered—the night we spoke of impossible dreams in Istanbul, the ones we knew would never come true. Anniversaries we’d never celebrate, trips we’d never take, a life we’d never have.Yet, here we were."It happened," I whispered, as a pink petal landed softly on my cheek.Bash's eyes held mine, warm and unwavering. "We made it, Mrs. Merrick."And then he kissed me beneath the cherry blossom trees.Ahmet always said we were just two lovesick fools wandering the world, celebrating life. He wasn’t wrong. For three months, that’s exactly what we did—travelling with no destination, doing nothing but making love, laughing, and getting lost in each other.Then, we returned to Istanbul.Bash wanted to rewrite the memories. What
A TWENTY SOMETHING 121. MR & MRS. MERRICK
HANA"Can I disown him?" Sandro muttered behind me. I followed his gaze to Matias sitting in the front row and wiping his tears with a tissue. "Fuck." Another hiss from Sandro. Matias is sniffling-- hard.Bash is scowling at the kid. I nudged him gently so that he would change his expression. My attempt is futile."I will disown him." "No," It's Vin this time.I like how the guys tried to blend in. But they failed miserably. With their tattooed body, hidden arms, and bulky personality, there's no way Sandro and his crew can blend in. But I can give ten out of ten for the attempt. Though Bash and Sandro still joke about killing each other (sometimes it doesn't sound like a joke at all), they are there for each other. They formed a bond. Bash is not part of the outfit anymore, but they have each other back in their own way."Where is Luna?" I questioned Bash while posing for the photo."Avoiding me," Sandro answered.As the night came alive, we danced. Bash glared at everyone who dan
A TWENTY SOMETHING 120. THE RUNAWAY-BRIDE
HANA || THREE MONTHS LATER "Are you fucking someone else?" Bash gasped, turning around. "Jeez, babe. What are you doing up so late?" It is almost one o clock in the night. According to my fiance, it is the ideal time to come home. At first, I didn't give it much thought. There are a lot of things to take care of with Sandro taking over and Bash cleaning the mess Elio left in his export and import businesses. It has been three months since I almost lost my life. For the first few weeks, Bash didn't leave my side. He nursed me back to health, accompanied me to the hospitals, and made sure I had a perfect diet and sleep. Once he started going to work, he seemed distant. I thought he was busy. I thought he was feeling guilty for what happened. I can understand how his mind works. He is fiercely protective of me. He thinks he failed me. Still, that doesn't explain the growing distance between us. I took a threatening step forward. "Are you fucking someone else? Are you
A TWENTY SOMETHING 119. NEW BEGINNING
BASHThe world narrows to the rhythmic sound of Hana's laboured breathing. Her blood stains my hands, her pulse weak beneath my fingertips. "Sandro," I command, my voice steady despite the storm inside me. "Take care of Colton and his men. I'll take Hana to the hospital."He came to my side, and for the first time, his eyes softened at Hana in my arms. "Take care of her. Luna won't like it if something happens to her sister."At this moment, I don't even care why Luna's likes matter to him anymore."Do you want Colton alive?" He asked me.A gun fired in the distance, and someone screamed.I gently lift Hana, cradling her against me. Her eyes flutter open, and she offers a faint, reassuring smile."I'm here," I whisper, brushing a strand of hair from her face."I don't care what you do with him. It doesn't matter anymore."Sandro nods, understanding the gravity of my decision.With urgency, I carry her to the car, my mind racing. The nearest hospital is miles away, and every second co
A TWENTY SOMETHING 118. FAILED
BASH The tension in the room was palpable. Colton stood across from me, a smug grin playing on his lips as he held Hana captive. Her eyes met mine, filled with a mix of fear and determination. I looked for any visible wounds on her body. I swear if he touched her, I'd make Colton's death ten times more painful. I'll do the same even if he doesn't touch her. Hana looked terrified. Her eyes filled with unshed tears find mine. She would have pressed her knuckles to her eyes if her hands weren't tied. That must have hurt. She has no pain threshold when it comes to physical wounds. Emotionally, she fought many battles. Her wrists will have marks from that rope and I imagined choking Colton's neck with the same. Her eyes zeroed on my clenched fists and she shook her head. She is trying to be brave —For me. She is asking me not to lose my patience. "Finally." Colton opened his filthy mouth, "The son of Xavier and Rose. We had a history we need to settle." I unclenched my
A TWENTY SOMETHING 117. THE RAIN OF BULLETS
BASHThe snipers might have reached my house by now. Hana is safe. For now.“Elio knows what we’re doing,” Sandro said. “Vin and his team will take care of him. We need to get to Colton’s house. Now.”“Why now?” I asked, brow furrowing. “And I thought Elio knew about this long ago.”“Colton is seeking Drago’s help. If Drago steps in, we’re outnumbered.”“And this Drago is—”“Someone powerful,” Sandro cut in. “That’s all you need to know.”I nodded, pulling out my phone to send a quick text to my Bee—Thud.Someone crashed into me, knocking the phone from my grip. It hit the floor with a crack, the screen shattering into a useless mess.A string of Italian curses spilled from the idiot who ran into me.Sandro didn’t even glance his way. He was already focused on the guy’s message.“The fuckard broke my phone,” I muttered.“We need to hurry,” the guy panted. “Colton is unguarded.”I scoffed. “Colton? Unguarded? Yeah, right.”“We killed half his men,” the newcomer said in a thick Italian
A TWENTY SOMETHING 116. THE ATTACK
HANA It has been two months since we sent Mateo and Luna away. Even I have no idea where Alexander hid them. No one knows. He says it is for their own safety. Sandro has started to lose his mind. There were tensions in the outfit. The supplies to Elio's territories have stopped coming. Distributors are worried because Elio is losing power. Bash started avoiding his calls. Elio almost came home last week. Sandro interfered, and they met at his house instead. I rarely stepped out of our home these two months. Even if I did, Dion and his team would follow me everywhere. I don't what information Luna has given about her father. Sandro started to attack his clubs, his brothels, and the restaurants he owned. Bash tells me Sandro has no reason for going against Colton except for Matias's attempted kidnap. But he is somehow taking this who takes down Matrix to a different level. The Matrix organisation's main business is human trafficking. They can make cash with the deadbod
A TWENTY SOMETHING 115. CHANGE OF PLANS
BASH I covered my face with my palm as she clicked another photo of me, lying on the bed, naked and satiated. Since yesterday night, Hana has captured hundreds of pictures, of our rings, our hands, of me and us. "It's enough baby. Come to bed now." She shook her head, looking for a different angle. I wrapped my fingers around her neck and pulled her to me, capturing her lips into a fierce kiss. "Are you going to take a rest or not?" I demanded. She shook her head again like a kid. "I am too excited and happy to take a rest." She jumped on the bed, "I have to show the ring to Shalini and Mateo." I groaned, pulled her again and wrapped her in my arms, "Stay here." I whispered. Half an hour later, the three friends are still talking about the rings. "Yaaaaaarrrrrrrrr... Congratulations!" Shalini screamed in the video call. My bee flaunted her ring for the tenth time, showing her friends all four of t
