Warning:This chapter contains mature content not suitable for under eighteen.Reader discretion is advised.>>>Within a few minutes Krystie's clothes were flying across the room, she only had her bra on, Lucian was completely topless, with only his undies on and he was towering above her kissing her until she was out of her breath.Krystie too was returning the kiss, kissing him not rough but she was completely moving with his pace, just like how hungry he was for her, she too was also hungry for him, this is something that Lucian had taken note of.Just then Lucian lifted Krystie on his torso, so that her womanhood was just before his manhood, only separated by their thin undies, he carried her upstairs with their mouth still intertwined and then he threw her on the bed.Lucian stood aside to watch the beautiful site before him, "you are so beautiful baby," Lucian spoke as he took notice of the perfect curves on her body before he once again crashed their lips kissing her more
This chapter contains mature content, in case you feel uncomfortable reading it, you can skip i.Reader discretion is advised.>>>"You taste heavenly baby," Lucian whispered to Krystie making sure his lips came in contact with her ear, making her shudder as her face turned tomato red, she was flushed in embarrassment thinking that he had just licked her juices and here he was shamelessly speaking to her.Krystie tried to pull the duvets over to cover herself up, hiding from him but Lucian was fast enough to stop her, "Come on my dear, you don't have to hide from me, you are so beautiful!" Still, though Krystie was not yet satisfied, she felt she needed him inside her. When her face turned to Lucia's manhood that was standing staring at her in all its glory Krystie was a little bit scared thinking about how that whole thing was supposed to enter her, the first time she was half-conscious so she didn't know what exactly had happened between them.Lucian might have sensed it so i
Krystie stirred awake, the scent of something delicious pulling her from slumber. Blinking away sleep, she opened her eyes but with the harsh light, she closed it as she tried to adjust to the harsh sun rays.'How long did I sleep?' Krystie asked no one in particular when she realized that it was already almost noon. Sleepily, she sat up on the bed, she could remember last night's events, and thinking of everything that had just happened, she felt embarrassed with herself, it was already shocking enough that even though even when she was drunk she could remember it.Krystie took a glance at herself only to find herself in Lucian's shirt, the fabric warm against her skin. Good thing Lucian was much taller than her so the shirt was a mini dress for her. Without bothering to slip on shoes, she followed the enticing aroma to the kitchen, while rubbing her eyes sleepily.When Krystie reached the kitchen, she was met with the best sight she had ever seen all her, Lucian was only putting on s
"Krystie, don't you want to try driving this car? I know it is your dream car," Lucian suggested to Krystie immediately when they reached his garage.Krystie was hesitant, but Lucian nodded to her in affirmation, and Krystie had taken the chance to give it a try, after all, that was her dream car, and she could let that chance slip away.As Lucian and Krystie approached the entrance of the company, they were taken aback to see Cassandra sitting by, a look of anticipation on her face. It was evident that she was waiting for Lucian, Krystie was not a fool to not have known her intentions.~~~~~~~~~Cassandra was feeling so annoyed with the security guards at the D&LW company for not allowing her in. She had explained to them that she was Lucian's girlfriend yet no one believed her, instead they just laughed at her."All of you just wait, I would have you all chased when I finally get to be the young mistress, she thought with a smirk on her face as she sat by the shade to wait for Lucian
"Dan, two weeks are already over yet you haven't found a thing about it, or do you think I would just let it slide," the big boss thundered in the silent room. There was a pin-drop silence as everyone watched him in the shadows, each one of them already knew the end for Daniel, it was either he would be shot dead or thrown in a pool full of piranhas just outside their warehouse. "I have already accomplished the mission sir, I investigated the area and I just found out that there is only one person who always stays around the hospital, and after further investigations, I realized that it is a madman, and he was the same guy who saw us that day," Dan spoke in all seriousness to the boss as he passed the footage of the guy to the Ben, the big boss's assistant who in turn passed it to the boss who sat in the shadows. Even though Dan had carried out his investigation and found the little information that he had gotten, deep down he doubted because as he could remember that person was a l
Chloe sat at the table, she had a lot running through her mind, and she was not sure how she was supposed to react to this new revelation.Chloe could take it in, but she was not sure how Krystie would react if she were to hear any of this.Secrets lingered like ghosts in the mist, haunting her, but what confused her more was how she was supposed to reveal all these secrets to Krystie, and the most suffocating of all was that she could not keep the secret forever to herself because even if she were to hide it from her, sooner or later Krystie would find out the truth, and thinking of it, it would be far worse than she could think of.It was only last night that Krystie had informed her that she and Lucian had decided to take their relationship to the next level, to make their marriage more real, not just a contract as it was before.Chloe and Krystie, sisters bound together since conception in their mother's womb had an unspoken rule between them, no secrets between each other.But ben
"Sir, I think there is a problem," Ben, the Big boss's assistant walked into the room without a knock, the smoke in the room made him choke on his breath, he had just received an important message from one of his groundsmen, and he could not just act on his own without the boss order as this was such a crucial matter. "What is it? The big boss asked uninterestedly; under normal circumstances, it was always Ben who was always dealing with issues, and he would only forward hard matters to him. "Sir, I just received news that your daughter is now married," Ben said in one go. "Yeah, I know. Wait, what?" The big boss asked as he stood up in a go. "Yes sir, it's the truth, and it's already six months since they got married, but they have been keeping it a secret since then, we have just found it now," Ben spoke as he took his distance from the boss because only he knew better than anyone what the big boss could do if he were to waste a single moment. "What are you talking about
"Mark, do you think everything is okay with the hospital, I find some things to be suspicious?" Krystie asked; she wanted to find out whether Mark, too, had taken notice of such a thing. In the past week, ever since Krystie and Chloe had visited their godfather, there had been quite a lot going on in the hospital, including a thorough check on the patients and the staff in general and an inquiry they would only be informed that that was the order from above, for security purposes. It just didn't make any sense to have a hospital thoroughly checked, more so the patients, unless there was something planned behind the scenes or they were using the check as a blindfold to assure the public that everything was alright when it was not. "Yeah, you are right," Mark spoke as he scratched his head as he recollected the past week's events; that has always been his habit ever since they were young; anytime he would try to recollect something, he would always scratch his head in the process. "
Mr. King sat in his luxurious office, his mind elsewhere. His fingers tapped impatiently against the polished surface of his desk while his other hand gripped his phone tightly. It was already three days. Three damn days without a single word from his brother. His younger brother had never gone this long without answering his calls or at least checking in. He had a bad premonition about it! Mr King exhaled sharply, rubbing his temple. His sources inside the big boss’s operations had gone quiet too, which only deepened his unease. Something was wrong. His phone buzzed, jolting him from his thoughts. It was an unknown number. Frowning, he hesitated before answering. "Who is this?" His voice was sharp and demanding. Silence. Then a distorted voice, as if through a voice changer. "Your brother is in critical condition at St. Lucy's Hospital." A cold chill ran through Mr King's spine. His grip tightened on the phone. "What the hell are you talking about? Who are you?" "Wh
The meeting room inside the warehouse was dimly lit with only a single overhead light. Across the wooden table, the men seated around with tension on their faces. The big boss sat at the head of the table, his gloved fingers tapping rhythmically against the wooden table. His dark mask hid his expression, but the sharp glint in his eyes was enough to send chills through the men seated before him. His patience had run out. Ben stood beside him silently, watching as the others shifted uncomfortably in their seats. Every man in the room knew that meetings like these never ended well. Someone wasn’t going to walk out of this room alive. The big boss finally spoke, his voice calm. "We have a big problem!" He leaned back in his chair. "You see, everything has been going to hell lately. Our plan was interfered with, the dock was wiped clean, our men tortured, and Dr Lawrence returned to us in a state that not even the devil himself would wish upon his worst enemy. He let the words s
The big boss stood at the corner of the warehouse looking out of the window. His dark mask covered his face as always. Things had started going wrong! The warehouse was silent except for the chirping of the birds outside. Ben, his right-hand man, stood beside him, tense. He was afraid the boss might lash out at him. "Boss, I think it's kind of strange, everything is so wrong right now. We still haven’t found Dr. Lawrence. It’s like he disappeared off the face of the earth. At the dock, everything was wiped out clean. I think we have a mole in our group." The big boss exhaled sharply, rubbing his temples. "Lawrence, that bastard ruined everything. And now he’s hiding?" His voice was deadly calm, but everyone in the room knew what that meant, someone was going to die tonight. "About a mole, I have noticed that too. Don't worry about it. I'll handle everything in today's meeting. Make sure that boy also attends, I want to deal with him tonight." The big boss took a seat at the table.
The sirens grew louder as the cars made their way to Dock 47. The stench of gunpowder, blood and bodies scattered like discarded chess pieces in the area. Two black SUVs with tinted windows screeched to a halt. Armed men dressed in black tactical gear spilt out. Their faces were masked, they had been tracking the van since it left the hospital. They were Krystie's people, not the police. The GPS trackers hidden inside the cartons had led them here. The sirens were only to scare everyone away. "Secure the area and clean everything!" barked the team leader, a man with a sharp jawline and piercing grey eyes that missed nothing. Inside the cartons, the doctors and nurses had begun to stir, groggy from the sedatives. Panic flashed across their faces as the realization set in, everything foggy in their minds. One of the men yanked the tape off a doctor’s mouth. The doctor gasped, coughing violently as he tried to speak. "Please help us," he croaked, his voice raw from dehydration.
Dr Lawrence’s eyes fluttered open. A sharp, metallic scent filled the air, the cold dampness of the room made him shiver. His head throbbed with pain, a dull ache from the back where he had been struck. He tried to move, but his arms were bound tightly behind a metal chair, his legs shackled to the floor. The faint sound of waves crashing hinted that they were near the coast. Perhaps Italy, from the faint accent in the whispered words exchanged around him. As his vision cleared, he took in his surroundings. He was in a vast, abandoned warehouse somewhere unfamiliar. His heart raced with panic when he noticed the men surrounding him. They weren’t the big boss’s men. They were fierce, sharp-eyed men dressed in black, their postures rigid with discipline. Some had scars and others bore tattoos with symbols he couldn’t recognize, but all of them radiated the same silent threat. Their faces were cold, emotionless, and deadly. "Where am I?" Dr Lawrence asked drawing the attention o
The hospital corridors were very silent. Krystie, Lucian, and his team of trusted allies walked through, dressed in scrubs and surgical masks. "Let me check on Chloe first," Krystie whispered to Lucian as she peeled away from the group. She reached the door and paused, her heart pounding in her chest. "Inject her now. She's the next one for the procedure," a cold voice ordered from inside. Krystie’s eyes flashed with fury. Without hesitation, she kicked the door open. Two masked nurses turned in shock, one holding a syringe filled with a clear liquid. Chloe lay on the bed helplessly, her face pale from fear of what would happen if Krystie didn't make it on time. Krystie grabbed the nurse with the syringe, twisting his wrist until the needle clattered to the floor. With a swift punch to his jaw, he crumpled. The second nurse lunged at her, but she was faster, driving her elbow into his throat before sweeping his legs out from under him. He hit the floor with a thud. Krystie to
Krystie, Chloe, and Lucian sat in the living, each one deep in their thoughts. Krystie’s phone buzzed, breaking through the silence. She picked it up, her eyes narrowing as she read the message: Boss, there is another unauthorized surgery scheduled soon. Details are vague, but it’s happening within the next few days. Nancy. Krystie’s jaw tightened. She stood abruptly pacing around the room. They are not going to stop any soon, there's another scheduled surgery happening soon, she muttered, her voice low Lucian’s eyes darkened, but Chloe spoke first. "Then we need to stop them. We can’t sit here while people out there need our help. That's what Papa taught us. Krystie shook her head in frustration. "Exactly. But I don't know how to help them. I can’t go back into the hospital without drawing attention. I’m still under investigation. I was suspended, remember." A deafening silence followed until Chloe broke it. "Then that's the point where my plan comes into the picture. I
The blood-stained envelope lay on the table, its edges crumpled. Krystie stared at it with a pounding heart. Chloe and Lucian sat across from her, anticipation evident on their faces. The silence between them was almost deafening. Krystie’s heart raced as she finally tore it open. The contents spilt out across the table, a stack of photographs faded with time, and a small note written in Cassandra's handwriting. Krystie reached for them with trembling fingers, afraid of what she might see. Chloe’s gasped, her fingers flying to her mouth. "Oh my God…" she whispered, her eyes darting from photo to photo. The first photo showed a strikingly handsome young man with piercing dark eyes and a charismatic smile. He was laughing, caught mid-motion, his arm around someone just out of frame. Krystie’s breath hitched. She recognized him from the countless times Lucian had mentioned him. Damien! Lucian’s elder brother. The same brother who had been murdered the day Krystie’s parents died
The sky was draped in a thick blanket of grey clouds as if mourning alongside the small gathering at the cemetery with Cassandra’s name etched on the headstone. Krystie stood among the mourners, her face pale with black sunglasses draped over her eyes. The dark circles under her eyes betrayed the sleepless nights she had had. She wore a simple black dress, her hands trembling as she clutched the envelope Cassandra had given her. She had dared not open, afraid of what she might find. Her eyes remained fixed on the lowering casket, guilt gnawing at her core. The priest’s words faded into the background. She was only present physically. Chloe gently placed a hand on Krystie’s shoulder, her voice soft and reassuring. "Krystie, please stop blaming yourself. You did everything you could. You saved her. This wasn’t your fault." Krystie didn’t respond. She couldn’t. Her heart was heavy with unanswered questions. The logical side of her brain to accept life and death as part of the job w