AMANIPain. Explosive, unimaginable pain. That’s what I expected to feel. But I blink my eyes open three seconds later to realize I don’t feel hurt at all. The only reminder that I’ve just been hit by a man thrice my size is the fierce throbbing of my left cheek and my whirling brain. Asides that, I feel perfectly fine.“Amani! Sweetheart, are you okay?” Aunt Ophelia’s voice is filled with panic as she hurries towards me. She falls on her knees beside me and pulls me against her chest;“Oh, my love. What did he do to you?”Meanwhile, Zuri is giving Costello a piece of her mind;“How dare you touch her?! Now, look, she’s hurt. If Bhyron doesn’t kill you, you better watch your back ‘cause I will not hesitate to strangle you myself.”Costello lowers his head to the ground, looking completely horrified; “I’m so sorry, Miss Bentham. Please, forgive me. It was a mistake. I didn’t mean to hurt the boss’ fiancée.”While Zuri and Costello are arguing, I notice one of the security guards edgin
AMANI At sixty-nine, Mr. Ayutthaya is a gorgeous man. Asides his toned physique, his head full of long gray hair and charming blue eyes add sparkles to his overall Lord-of-the-underworld appearance. If he wasn’t married and head-over-heels in love with his wife, he could still pull any type of woman he wanted. He’s married and going on eighty, but girls still trip over themselves just to get his attention.Asides his beauty, Mr. Ayutthaya is extremely authoritative. He’s the only man, aside from Duke, that I’ve ever seen Bhyron accord a lot of respect to.He’s the founder of Alice Global, an international pharmaceutical conglomerate that specializes in the discovery of new cancer treatments, which he named after his wife. Right now, he looks at me with those piercing blue eyes and I feel my insides slowly melt to goo.“Amani. My child.” His voice is low and filled with strangled emotion. I haven’t seen his eyes look this soft in a long while. I’m suddenly assailed with painful me
AMANII really thought that after finger fuckibg me and leaving me high and dry, Bhyron would walk away without looking back.Oh, how wrong I was.Why do my legs feel so cold? I look down and wince in horror when I notice that I’m still stark naked from the waist down. My wet, swollen pussy is on full display for Bhyron’s ever attentive gaze, and my thighs are bare and wide open.I turn to grab a blanket to cover myself with, but Bhyron’s dark voice stops me cold;“Don’t move.”I close my legs and turn around, ready to give him a piece of my mind. The words die in my throat when he sinks into the mattress beside me and yanks me into his arms.I don’t really remember how it happens, but seconds later, I lie sprawled on Bhyron’s thighs, my naked arse high in the air for his viewing pleasure and my injured face buried in the mattress. Before I can quel the shock in my chest, Bhyron kneads my left ass cheek with his palm, and my lips fall open in awe.“I think it’s high time I taught you
BHYRONI could feel her eyes on me through the window. Even when I couldn’t see her, I could… feel her.I shut my eyes tight, fist my fingers, lean my head against the car’s headrest and try to focus. The meeting ahead is a dangerous one. I need to focus. One fucking mistake and we would all be dead meat.But no matter how hard I try to prepare myself for what’s to come, all that occupies my mind is her.My brain conjures Images of her big, brown-chocolate eyes filled with a heady combination of fear and lust, her wet, glistening pussy, and the way she grabs onto my shirt when she’s on the verge of having a mind-blowing orgasm.Fuck! Blood rushes to my cock at the mere thought of her. I can feel my pipe thicken and throb with the need to sink into Amani’s tight pussy and stay there until I satisfy this burning urge to claim her and make her completely mine.At this point, I’m grateful that grandpa called me. Otherwise, I don’t think I could’ve stopped myself from fucking Amani until
BHYRONIt’s funny how most people believe the top, most powerful criminal rings and cartels are controlled by the Italians, Russians or the Irish. That’s a gross misinformation.The most powerful crime syndicate in the world right now is called Marie and it’s owned by an American from New York City nicknamed King Murder. Yes, the evil man named his criminal organization after his first and only daughter, the apple of his eyes.No one knows who he is, his real name or what he looks like, but King Murder’s name alone is enough to send fear down the spine of ordinary men.But that’s the thing — I am no ordinary man. My name is Bhyron Macaulay and I fear no one, not even the Devil.I have known about the Mafia since the day I turned sixteen. That was the year my whole world came crashing down, the year my heart died with no hope of ever resurrecting. The year darkness creeped into my life.I can still feel his hands on me. I will never forget the feeling of his soft, delicate fingers ru
BHYRONAnger is the most dangerous of all emotions. Coupled with hate, it can give a single man the power of ten thousand soldiers.And that’s exactly how I feel as I take one step closer to King Murder, my fists tight and trembling, my eyes blazing with bloody murder. In a heartbeat, clicking sounds of multiple guns being cocked rent the hair. I look around and soldiers of the Marie all have their guns and knives aimed at me. But the anger that currently threatens to choke me is far greater than my fear of death. I’m ready to risk it all just to poke my fingers into King Murder’s eyes. He says nothing, but I can tell he can sense my rage. He’s baiting me with silence, and that makes me even angrier.I’m just about to take another step when a hand on my arm stops me in my tracks.“Control yourself, Bhyron. Focus.”Duke. I shut my eyes tight and lower my head as shake swirls through my veins.I almost fell into temptation again. I almost lost myself. Finally, I open my eyes and st
AMANI“…girlfriend, what in the name of Harry Potter and the seven blind mice is that?”Fifteen seconds later and Zuri and I are still frozen to the spot, completely starstruck as we stare at the darkness before us.Zuri takes a step backwards, her brows furrowing with disbelief.“If you’re thinking of going down there, count me out. I’m adventurous but not adventurous enough to explore that tunnel of death.”My heart falls and I grab onto her tighter;“Oh, come on, Zuri, please come with me. I’ll never be able to do this without you.”She shakes her head, sending her thick blue curls flying all over the place;“Nuh-uh. Absolutely not.”My brain spins in search of ways to get her to change her mind. I finally settle on emotional manipulation.I heave a deep, melancholic sigh; “I’m sure Mario’s in there, probably bleeding to death and suffering from his injuries. We’re the ones who got him into this situation. It’s sad that we finally have an opportunity to save him but you don’t wann
AMANI“…him. The other captive…”At this point, I’m pretty sure I’m on the verge of losing my goddamn mind. Fear spikes through my heart as my eyes slowly dart to the thick darkness behind us. Zuri heaves a sigh and pats Mario’s back;“Are you hallucinating, big guy? Are you sure there’s really someone back there?” She asks wryly.Mario nods confidently. “Yes. You can come out, Nathan.”My heart thuds wildly as we wait for some stranger to appear from the shadows. Five seconds later, I’m about to conclude that Mario must’ve suffered some kind of head trauma when an eerie clinking sound suddenly pierces the air.I freeze, my mouth hanging open in part horror, part shock.“Wh-what was that?” I stutter, my fingers tightening around Mario’s arm. “Zuri, what was that…?”It sounds like chains crashing against the concrete floor. The first clink is followed by another, then another. The sound comes closer and closer until I’m almost quaking in my shoes.Finally, a figure materializes out of
AMANIFear is the only emotion that clouds my senses when Bhyron snags me against his chest. Fear and the irrational need to escape.I don’t pause. I don’t let myself think. I just fight.I kick and buck and struggle against Bhyron’s fierce grip, desperate for freedom.“Let go of me! Let gooo!!”I aim for his shin but he’s bigger and faster. Bhyron swings me into his arms, bridal style, and lifts me towards the bed like I weigh nothing. The same bed he threw my best friend like she was nothing but a sack of potatoes.Unlike what he did with Zuri, he lays me gently against the pillows. Thinking I have a chance to escape, I try to roll off but a startled squeak escapes me when Bhyron climbs in, laying his entire body’s weight on top of me.I freeze, trying to scream but unable to speak past the lump in my throat. Horrifying images of being strangled or suffocated to death with a pillow has my veins thrumming with fear.Is this it? Has he finally decided to kill me and take his revenge?
BHYRON“…your presence irritates me…” Those fiercely muttered words burn through my heart like acid. For a moment, I freeze up and just stare at her, hoping she’d tell me that this is all a joke.But the only emotions in Amani’s eyes are anger and annoyance. She really meant what she said. The realization is like a blow to my stomach.I shut my eyes for a second, temporarily at war with myself. Should I just get up and leave or should I keep trying to reason with her?But even as I ask myself that question, I already know the answer. I’m not leaving. Amani can call me names from the pits of hell and try as hard as she can to push me away, but it’s not happening. I won’t go away. Not anymore.So I grit my teeth and steel my heart against the influx of hurtful words I know she still has in store for me.“What are you still doing here?! I asked you to leave.”I grit my teeth and lift a hand to grab her flailing arm. Maybe she’ll return to her senses if I touch her. Maybe she’ll recogniz
BHYRONOne of my sex workers at La Marièe almost got assaulted by a client tonight. She raised an alarm and the entire situation spiralled out of control within seconds. The news somehow travelled to the guests downstairs and the cops got involved.I spent the past four hours trying to stop La Marièe from getting closed down because of an issue that could’ve been handled with better care. Now I’m exhausted and all I want is to hold Amani and go to sleep.After taking a quick shower, I don boxers and climb into the huge bed, pulling Amani into my arms and cuddling her against my chest. She lets out a soft mewling sound that tugs at my heartstrings but settles down quickly, wrapping her arms around my middle.I’m enveloped in her scent, swathed in the softness of her skin and there’s nowhere else on this goddamn earth that I’d rather be.I’d love nothing but to shut my eyes and let sleep take me, but deep down, I know I cannot afford such luxury. I know the darkness will come… and so wi
BHYRONRamiel looks exactly like he does in the few pictures I’ve seen — angelic. Glowing.He’s dressed all in white just like I expected. A pure white African Kaftan covers his broad shoulders, flowing all the way to his ankles. His shiny blonde hair is perfectly styled and bounces on his shoulders as he walks towards us.When he gets within talking distance, I rise from my seat and Duke follows suit. Besides my grandfather, I never rise to greet anyone whether they come to meet me or I go to meet them. The thought of my old man sends a sliver of choking pain through my guts.But there’s something about Ramiel Castello. Maybe it’s those piercing blue eyes or the invisible glowing ring above his head, but I feel like I’m in the presence of royalty. “I never thought a day would come when the Bhyron Macaulay would ask to see me.” He says graciously, motioning for us to take our seats.Not one to mince words or waste time, I decide to go straight to the point.“Well, I’m sure you alread
BHYRONFinally, after twenty-five gruelling minutes, we arrive at the luxurious five-star hotel. The moment my driver opens the door and I climb off the car, my nerves twist violently as a strange sensation fleets through my heart.Silently, I turn to Duke and find him surveying our surroundings, forehead knotted in a frown.“You feel it, too?” I ask when he comes to stand by my side.“Yes. There’s something very wrong about this place. It gives me the ick.”The Crystal City Hotel is one of the most successful hotel chains in New York. Owned by a renowned Mexican businessman, the towering high rise boasts of modern, world-class amenities that are hard to find in any other hotels in the city, including expertly programmed robots instead of human attendants and complimentary self-driving cars for high-paying clients.To the ordinary eye, everything seems perfect. But to Duke and I, something is wrong.Wait…“Bhyron, take a look at the cars. Notice anything strange?”There are five iden
Starting now, I’m going to try to make this story as fast paced as possible so buckle up, readers!A lot of secrets will be revealed, characters will die, characters will be betrayed and in the end, the truth will finally be revealed.***BHYRONMy shoulders are already stiff and thrumming with tension when I arrive at the sitting room. I feel a presence behind me and turn to find Duncan a few feet away, hands tightly clasped at his back.“Return to the room and keep watch. I need you to pay special attention to Zuri. Make sure the door is open at all times and she doesn’t say or do anything fishy to my wife.”He bows. “Yes, boss.”He’s just about to leave when I stop him.“Can I trust you this time, Duncan? Will you fail me again?”He lifts his head and holds my gaze. There’s no iota of fear in his eyes. Just confidence and respect.“Last night was a stupid mistake, boss. I assure you that it will never happen again.”Three seconds tick by, heavy with mistrust, then I nod and step ba
AMANIMy eyes are firmly shut as I thrash around on the bed in search of my anchor, in search of my source of strength. But he’s not here. He’s gone. I know he is. When he was here, the piercing pain in my heart had reduced to a dull throb. The dirty, contaminated feeling that tainted my soul stayed far away, too scared of his darkness to come close. The heavy feeling in my limbs had disappeared, too. When he was here, he protected me. He shielded me from Antonio’s grubby hands. But now that he’s gone, I’m being bombarded with everything at once. The excruciating discomfort is back. My demons have returned to attack me and he’s not here to fight them off.I can hear voices in the distance and even though I’m clutched in the throes of a horrible nightmare, I still call out for him. I need him. I listen carefully, hoping I hear his voice, hoping he comes back for me.When the pain becomes unbearable, I curl into myself and hot tears slip past my tightly shut eyelids. My soul takes a
BHYRONI hear Amani’s screams from down the hall and it tears through my soul like a fiery blade. I run blindly and don’t stop until I’m storming into the master bedroom. The sight that greets me shatters my nonexistent heart to pieces.Amani is writhing and shaking in bed. The once perfectly laid sheets pool around her legs and arms, evidence of her distraught.Without uttering a word and driven by an urgency that makes my blood boil, I take off my shoes and climb into the bed with her, pulling her trembling body flush against my chest. Her eyes are firmly shut but the second I touch her, tears still manage to leak through.The sight of her wet cheeks unravels an animalistic intensity inside of me, but I have to tame it and take care of my baby. Amani is my only priority. She’s more important than even my darkness. “Bhyron…” she whimpers, clinging onto me like a baby monkey. “It hurts. It hurts so much. I can’t take it anymore. Please, make it stop.”I hug her fiercely and kiss her
WARNING: THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS DELICATE TOPICS LIKE SEXUAL ASSAULT AND SELF HARM. PLEASE REFRAIN IF YOU’RE TRIGGERED BY SUCH TOPICS.***AMANII’m hallucinating. I’m sure of it. I’ve been hallucinating for the past hour.One moment I was lying on the grimy floors of the phone booth, thinking I’d never get to see Zuri again and the next, an Angel appeared right in front of me.I looked up at him dazed and confused, blinded by the sheer beauty of his bright, golden air and pure white shirt. Even now, I can still remember the unique colour of his eyes — silver and narrowed, while his head shook with pity as he looked down on me.“Are you Angel?” I ask, my voice weak and barely audible.“Yes, I am. What would you like me to do for you?”A real Angel?! What a treat. Or maybe I was hallucinating.“Take me home, please.” I begged, wrapping my arms tightly around my middle. “I’m so cold. I think I’m freezing.”“Your wish is my command, princess.”Without uttering another word, the Angel swept