CORNELIUS"On the bed, legs apart", I grunted taking a sip of my scotch.Naked, legs apart, she looked back her eyes meeting mine with desire written over them.I'd fuck her, sure but looking at the woman on my bed was pitiful.How long would I continue doing this shit? A month? Years? I mean sex was fucking sex but it couldn't compare to Lydia Ha—No, I was not going there. She was the past. She was fucking some limp dick in Santa Monica which was saying she didn't give two shits about me."Come on Connor. You can't leave me here like this"Wanda. Amanda. Amelia. Whatever her name was purred like a constipating tiger and I groaned a loud fuck myself for the shit unfolding infront of me.My glass half empty, I placed the darn thing on the counter and I would have taken the brunette on my bed bareback had it not been for the incessant ringing of my cell.Whipping out the phone from my pants, the called ID reading Carlos Santana, my heart skipped a fuckin beat.He wouldn't called if it
LYDIAMy body was sore like the Hulk had smashed me through the ground like he did with Loki.Memories flogged my brain all at once and I hissed at the pain.Jamie tying me up against a chair in some horrid cabin up north, the car chase, Jamie getting angry, my soul leaving my body the minute we crashed. Then…Oh God, then his eyes. So full of concern and worry and everything blacked out from there.Maybe I was delusional and maybe it was dark but I could have sworn it was him. Connor.Running my hands in my hair, I sat up pulling the comforter towards my chest.I assessed the room, the bright amount of pink torturing my eyes as well as the sun rays that scattered across the room in spears.A sharp pain coming from my leg, I pushed the grey comforter eyeing the white cloth wrapped around it.The accident. We had an accident. Jamie passed out and I was here but where was here?Turning my gaze to the door then go the window the silhouette of a man gazing outside nearly startled me to de
CORNELIUS"Italy is the most obvious place", Chance spoke over the phone and I scrubbed a hand over my face.We'd been going over this for an hour now. Italy was the most obvious place but it was at the same time the last place Joaquin would think to look for her.Shit, to look for us.Joaquin had gotten to her because I wasn't there when it happened but now? I was ready for him and I was hellbent on protecting her with my life.I hung up.My eyes glanced at the estate like a horrible enigma that stuck to my heart like a blunt dagger. Of all the places I planned on hiding at, this was the last place I thought I'd end up.Venice. Italy. Where my dead old dad had built a poetic mansion for my mother. The irony being she'd left all this and him.Parking the car infront of the mansion, I took huge gulps of air wondering if this really was the best route to take.I could confront Mafioso head on but God knew too many bloody bodies would be caught in our scuffle and I wouldn't achieve anyth
LYDIAThis was regaining power. Or at least that’s what I thought.I was done being nice, I was done being a hopeful sucker. A sucker for the dangerous men in my life only to end up sucker punched in the gut.So, with every fiber of my being, my nose augmented high, I stared at his heavy-lidded eyes and told him the one thing I wanted him to believe.“I love him”, I said succinctly tearing the intimate moment to anything but.True he’d changed and I had felt scared at his demeanor, at his words but I had also changed and life had taught me being the desperate woman who clung to men because she feared she’d never experience real love was downright foolish.I could love myself better than they did.And I most importantly would defend myself from the pain that crippled me every time I realized love wasn’t what I thought it was.It wasn’t all rainbows and unicorns. The guy never got the girl and the girl was always the fool believing in fairytales.Connor’s eyes turned a stormy grey and h
CORNELIUSThriving in the asshole department was what I did these days.I was beyond mad. Mad at myself. At her. At my fucking life. When I sent her away to Santa Monica, I did so because I loved her, because I was protecting her from me, from Mafioso, from this sort of life but remembering her face back then.Remembering my actions, forcing myself on her, forcing her to accept me, that right there clawed my insides like Lucifer’s hell hounds nipping at my soul.The nastro azzuro swirling in my tongue did nothing to numb my thoughts or the gut-wrenching feeling weighing me down like bricks.I preferred a bottle of Sam Adams any day to whatever shit I was drinking at the moment. The bartender, a pale gringo who’d eyed me cautiously since my ass settled on the damn stool looked a tad bit apprehensive when I asked for another bottle.Was I drinking way too much for one night? Maybe, but I’d prefer knocking myself cold with hard liquor than going back to the mansion. An hour drive back an
LYDIAKids in high school were mean, I remember the first time I got humiliated. I had been invited to some party Robert was attending and since I was head over heels in love with him, I’d practically jumped at the thought of me spending some quality time with him.I remember I had gone to the extreme of riding a mechanical bull for him just to get him to notice me. Only the ride had been dreadful because the queen bee of my high school had altered the speed of the contraption, I was seating on.I remember the bull moving so fast my dinner threatened to make an appearance from my stomach, I remember all the kids watching me and laughing at me.And most of all I remember being flung from the said bull and hitting the nearby juke box with my head.The pain had been unbearable almost like the pain that was flogging my head right now. I could bravely relate that incident with my current predicament.The smell that came along with my surroundings at least calmed me down. My ears peaked up
CORNELIUSSomething wasn’t right.I had almost gone nuts searching for her. Ready to fucking go back to La and confront Mafioso and yet here she was.Apparently rescued by one of my workers in the estate. I had looked into the man the minute he called saying he had rescued Lydia.A little digging and the slate came back clean. Not a single thing that could have connected said man to Mafioso. Still, there was something wrong with…her.It was in the way she looked at me. The way she’d avoided me for days.I mean sure telling her I loved her in my not so graceful way might have spooked her but I wanted her to at least say something to me.To talk to me damn it.To tell me she hated me and this agony of watching her from afar would end.Jesus Christ even Dog had gotten more words out of her than I had these past few weeks.The mutt went with her everywhere and I was stuck in my office making calls, watching her from my window, lusting over her, getting choked in her presence and God knew,
LYDIADoing this didn’t mean I was accepting him.I could have solaced myself with the fact that he was hurting and that the shock had somehow hit him hard and I was merely trying to ease him of the pain.I could have also have comforted myself with the fact that I was kissing him out of pity. To help him but in all honesty, I wasn’t.I had tried ignoring him for days, tried to keep this big of a secret from him and I failed.He had confessed his love and, my heart burst with the urge of telling him that yes, I somehow had feelings for him. That Jamie was a mistake. And he was, a big fucking one at that.With the said days I pondered over his words, everything becoming crystal clear but at the same time so difficult to swallow.Great he didn’t kill a man but he still pushed me away and yet…I went willingly because I saw him a monster.Because I wanted him to be a swooning billionaire with a good heart and clean untainted hands only life wasn’t unicorns and rainbows, he did what he did
ZADE"Wait, wait, wait. The woman you've been seeing has amnesia, a kid, a boyfriend and now she has miraculously gotten her memories back? Forgive me for laughing but you were never cut out for love. Wait and dad disowned you? Seems like you have yourself caught up in a jam bro", Sawyer's voice came from the other end of the line as I carried my duffle bag into my truck looking at the mansion one more time.I sure as hell wasn't going to miss this place in the least bit.I hit the road and with Sawyer at the end of the line maybe the way to the airport wouldn't be that bad.I needed someone asshole talking to me about my mistakes so that they could dim out everything I felt at the moment.The fire station was going to be constructed under the supervision of Falcon, a man I had no doubts was more than capable especially after I had ensured everything was in order before I left.While I was going back to San Francisco a couple million dollars poorer well I had done what needed to be do
CLAIREZade was back and he was standing in my living room gazing at me as well as the other pairs of eyes that did.A ginger haired woman with two kids stood by the corner with her husband who still couldn't drop that look of I think I've seen a ghost.There was another blonde woman with the same same look...then another woman...then Zade, my parents and then him and everything didn't make sense.I opened my mouth to say something but the words wouldn't force themselves out as I looked at the man who stared at me the way Zade did.Like I was his entire world.Like I meant a lot more than I knew. And I especially couldn't breathe when I realized he looked exactly like Axel.Axel's father.But why was he staring at me like this was his first time doing so? Like he couldn't believe I was standing in front of him and Axel either.I didn't want to cry.Axel was in his room if he had heard any noise he would start making a ruckus and God knew I wasn't in the right mind to calm him down be
CORNELIUSFreedom.I never yearned for it. I never even wanted in the first place and here I was a two week free man.My family had really done it pulled all their connections enough to make sure I would only spend two years and some months in prison and not more.And when I had left prison with quite a nickname, my operations didn't stop.My life was rotting away anyway the least I could have done was taking a job that befit me as who I truly was.And I must admit taking down gangs while in prison was no easy feat. It had started as some sort of thing between me and Javi.I had saved him. Against my butter judgement I had saved him from the Gatos earning a week in solitary. A cold place that I rightfully earned and from then on I was fighting criminal gangs in prison killing a few just so I could end up in solitary alone like the monster I was.One year past and suddenly I was some hero to the inmates only they didn't know I did what I did because I wanted to punish myself because I
ZADEWhen I saw her the only thing i had thought about was how much fun I would have taking off that dress of her body and kissing every inch of her skin till I had enough of her.And when I had gifted the kid a saber plastic sword and he had hugged me I had wanted him to be part of my life too.I wanted both of them to be in my life and yet funny how life was a bitch waiting for the right moment to strike.The Smith sisters and other women getting too clingy for me to bear, I had gone upstairs.I loved attention. Attention from women but the only attention I needed at the moment was from the woman who's heart had swelled the minute her son cut the cake and took a fist of the cake before anyone could get a slice.On my way to Claire's room, I had almost stumbled to Vienna Smith which prompted me to hide in the next room.The next room didn't get any better when I heard the footsteps coming my way with so much urgency I had to hide.An unfortunately for me the only hide-able place arou
CLAIRE "Your skin is glowing", Riley commented, I hid behind the comment by trying to seem busy with the ingredients laid in front of me."Must be the new serum you got from the market the other day", Vienna Smith added taking another balloon in her hand.I preferred to remain silent for lack of a better lie to come up with. I couldn't just tell them that he you guys know what? I've been sleeping with Zade Cutler since last week and I've been fucking enjoy it.We've fucked in my own shop at the old observatory that's near completion, in his car and ooh did I mention he has a cabin just for us?If the that didn't shock them, then definitely telling them that I had been reckless enough with Zade not to use protection definitely would.Plus I wanted Zade and I to be a secret. If anyone got news of our relationship then people would talk and even if I wasn't majorly dependent on what people said for me to exist, I still didn't want the town to pressure me into something I didn't want.I
ZADEShe regretted it. If the empty space next to me didn't say so then I didn't know what did.Part of me still mad that she had gone without as much as leaving a note, the other part of me was still reliving what happened last night over and over again like it was all a dream I had woken up from.I fucked women ofcourse I had fucked them but what Claire and I had was way beyond fucking.Her moans, me grunting, her pussy against my dick and the feel of it. Damn it was like a vise grip holding me tight rendering me weak until using protection flew out my mind the minute I kissed her.Some part of me know she might have regretted it, the part that had decided to call it to a halt when I realized we might have gone too far but leave it to my dick, the one thing that had led me where I was at that moment to make a rash decision.But I didn't regret it. I would never regret it because it might have been the best might of my life and I was not joking when I said that.Come to think of it,
CLAIRESober or not, I enjoyed this.I could feel him everywhere, I could feel each and every thrust hut my hilt till the only coherent thing that came out of my mouth was his name.We could have gotten caught but I was too high on my orgasm and a little too drunk to care.His hand in my hair pulling at it till my scalp stung, I bucked my hips against his dick feeling it fill me to the absolute brim and his lips?He was kissing me, he sucking me, he was doing something with his fingers that had me on chokehold that had me squirming and dancing in delirium.When he finally came inside of me and I felt ropes and ropes of his seed inside me, I only took one large gulp of breathe before my whole body folded into his.And for a few minutes all I could do was feel his breath on my shoulder, feel his cock warm my insides and at the same time listen to the sound of his heart beat as it did with mine.I made an attempt to stand up not really sure what had happened but very sure I wanted more a
ZADE CUTLER"Okay, if the mayor loses and that's a good if, we'll go to Falcon's after this, you'll pick a guy any guy and go with him at his place with no protests"I had spotted them the minute they stepped foot on this God forsaken contest. On my way to atleast pass them a greeting or two, the brunette carrying Axel had uttered those words and I had slowly retreated to the back of the crown bumping into the one woman I didn't want to talk to in the first place.Courtney Neal. An ex who had suffocated me since Sunday.I was a piece of scum for dumping her the way I did but that was decades ago. While I'm not going to lie that she had matured into one gorgeous woman I was about as uninterested in her as I was with a soap dish.And all night she'd done one thing and one thing only.She had hovered over me like a pesky mosquito and while I tried my best to keep my pretences, laugh at her jokes once in a while, compliment her on her looks, my eyes still found someway into the crowd and
CLAIRE"Should we perhaps add sesame seeds?""Good God, Frida the pie is already baked", my father grunted taking his coat from the rack."Pie! Pie!" Axel clapped, I laughed.Running five minutes late, my mother was jittery. Last minute jitters my father called it.And my dearest father had stood watch over the pie like a sentinel. He was trying to ensure an incident like last time didn't happen.An incident where mom got nervous added a whole lot of cinnamon to the pie last minute that had made my dad hundred percent sure they would have won had she not done that.Not trying to raise their hopes up but this year's pie was a sure win. You could taste the pumpkin right in there, the texture of the pie itself was crusty and smooth but not like the monstrosity of last year.I would be cheering on if I didn't know for a fact that the Cutlers had this in the bag.Genevieve to this day was still the best pie maker, something I was suspicious about but decided to let it roll down my back.If