I was sure Madeleine would skin me alive after that day.She had taken the trouble to convince me to be less than indifferent, had accepted my own invitation to a breakfast, and had an unfriendly expression on her face after I warned of an unforeseen event and that I could no longer accompany her to the cafe. In the middle of the street, while we continued walking with my bodyguards always on alert, I received a call from my private driver, warning that Rebecca would be in danger.I must have crossed the city in record time, driving at high speed to get home, only to find Rebecca fainted and receiving help from my private doctor. He was already suturing the wound when I arrived, but it was completely pale and her lips cracked. The blood should have vanished from inside her for a long time, maybe it still was, considering the doctor's haste to finish the work.And during those tense moments when my submissive was placed on the dining table so that the doctor had a firm place to take ca
Rebecca got agitated, probably trying to think about what attitude would be least inappropriate for her master. Even though she was still very young in that lifestyle, she played that role of absolute submission very well."Sir, I need to work," she said, slightly nibbling her lower lip. I tried not to focus too much on how the gesture looked too sensual, although it was just spontaneous. “I can’t stay here.”"You took a stab, Babygirl" I pointed out with a chin movement. "What can your boss demand from you for today?”Rebecca suddenly stood up, then staggered."I'm fine. I can work.”I frowned." Why are you acting that way?”"What form? "She disguised with a weak smile."Tay what's going on, Rebecca," I asked in a serious tone.Rebecca cleared her throat."I just think that if I stay here, I may be going against the contract, and that's not right, master.”I nodded slightly, sketching a smile that didn't reach my eyes. I recognized the lie. Just because she wasn't honest with me, th
"No," I replied by lowering my eyes and pulling my cell phone out of my pocket, he had just whistled at a message from Soraya. I had a meeting in a few minutes, and I was telling her to let everyone know that I could only attend remotely. Hell that I would leave that apartment without being sure that Rebecca was fine. "Dr. Cirion will be back soon, Sub.”“It’s okay, master. “She exhaled softly, rushing to pass by me. “Thank you very much, sir.”I let my body fall sitting on the couch, while I leaned forward supporting my hands on my face. I no longer felt entitled to do that. I didn't want to use it, not the same way I always did with others. I wish it was mine without that damn contract. I wanted you to believe it when I gave her some jewelry.Why was she so different? A beautiful, intelligent, seductive woman, but who didn't accept my money. Why? All the others always made a point of going out with me so that they were photographed together with me, but she always prevented them fro
I had to spend a whole week at Friederich's house, no matter how much I wanted to leave and go on with my life as if that stab had never happened.The problem was that my master's private doctor thought that the wound needed care, although the painkillers were anesthetizing me and keeping me well, not to mention that all rest would be necessary so that the stitches did not open. I couldn't go against the opinion of a doctor who seemed to have years of experience, and I didn't want to upset my master, so I simply agreed to stay.Worst of all was not that social isolation that I hated so much, but also the fact that my master did not attend my room with the intentions I would like. Of course, he didn't spend a day without visiting me, wanting to know how I was, how I felt. Of course, he kept worrying and showing that he would do his best so that I could be one hundred percent as soon as possible. But what I really wanted, he didn't give it to me.And I wasn't having enough courage to sa
"No," I shrugged, pouting. "I just wanted to fill my face and dance. I didn't know you needed a right day.”The bartender gave me a seductive look. Until he was very handsome, with a shirt that left his strong arms exposed, and tattoos that covered almost every space with hand skin. The eyes had a color that I couldn't identify, because of the lights, but they were beautiful."Today is the night of slavery," he informed, indicating the couple next to me with his chin. Both were looking at me, although the girl was checking the expression on the man's face next to her. "This is master Diggle, and his submissive, Karol. The two wear bracelets of the same color, so that everyone knows who she belongs to. You don't have a bracelet and you're looking at everyone as if they were a circus show, so I deduced that you were lost.”I giggled, not wanting to absorb the previous information. Damn, master and submissive, it was very strange at that time. I didn't even know what the hell a master wo
"If you don't feel ready to continue with the relationship, just finish," I advised Madeleine, because I was already fed up with having to listen to her medalists about the boyfriend who kept hesitating and needed frequent scares from my bodyguards to learn how to treat my sister. "Maddie, I don't even understand why you asked me for advice, knowing that I don't have a relationship with anyone.”"Oh, of course, and I was born yesterday," she grumbled, snorting softly. I knew she would hit the key again for the day I abandoned her to find out if Rebecca was okay. "I'm absolutely sure you have a girlfriend who is a super famous model and doesn't want the world to find out. So far, it's okay, I agree. The world is full of envious people. But, fuck, Fred, I'm your sister. I have to know about the gossip of your life. It's a basic rule. It's in the bible.”"You've never read the Bible, Maddie.”"Yes, but I know the words of the Lord and I know that he would like all his children to be unit
One of the biggest reasons why I always thought twice before answering a family call was due a lot to the fact that women in my life used to be extremely inconvenient. By the way, I needed all my good will not to hang up when listening to that kind of nonsense that my mother had just asked.."Where did this baby story come from? "I asked, immediately frowning. "I don't even have any plan for a lasting relationship. How can you invent plans that I never wanted to realize in my life?”"Ah, Fred, you need an heir," mocked Madeleine. " Just think about how tired we are of denying the tabloids who doubt your sexual orientation. An assumed relationship and a son would change everything.It was my turn to mock, letting out a laugh without humor."Right, Maddie. Now you're delirious.”"I wouldn't be insisting on this story if I didn't know of some lying gossip from the press, brother. You may not worry about what is said in my stupid favorite magazines, but I worry. My work depends on our inf
I had just knocked down one of the vases from the coffee table in the living room, when I passed quickly from the kitchen to climb the stairs to the bedroom, when Fred's door opened in the office.My master had his eyes slightly reddish, which made me think at the same time of a very big tiredness. He seemed entirely exhausted, as if the day had sucked each of his energies. I didn't want to be the one that would bring the most problems, but I had the constant habit of getting involved in them.When he approached the room that had already triggered the motion sensor to turn on the light, I was kneeling and reaping the hollows of the expensive and old vase that was in the center of the room. My master stood next to the couch, watching me as if wondering why I was giving myself the job of collecting something unrepaired."I was..." I stuttered, with no answers. "It was by accident, master.”"Don't worry, Babygirl," he said, calm down. Then he glanced towards the bands on my exposed belly
I had woken up all sweaty and panting. I had had a nightmare like that.I found myself again in that terrible basement, and the smell was so putrid that my nose burned. The men who tortured me had faces. They were well-known men. Some good, others naturally bad. And they knew me too. They smiled when they tortured me, they screamed and laughed. And I, sitting in that chair, just wanted them to be fast, because I needed to sleep and wake up in a good place.There were days when nightmares didn't happen, but lately, they were constant. So, when I woke up in panic, I didn't need to count my fingers. I simply looked out the window and saw the landscape moving, felt the soft swing of the bed, and looked in the direction of the portraits that were glued to the walls so as not to run the risk of falling. I saw the child smiling with teeth still being born, with blond hair fluttering through the wind, and eyes similar to his father's. So I knew I wasn't dreaming.That day, I got up and looked
When I finally got to the hospital, I learned that even Tyler was fine. My mother was in a panic, but taking care of Madeleine, who seemed to be a reality show star who had just had one night like that. Raphael was with Becca's mother, because his family was still on their way to Seattle. Meanwhile, whether she wanted to or not, Rebecca was only accompanied by Pauline. My cousin's girlfriend left the room when I arrived, throwing me what seemed to be her first look of pleasure. I was surprised, but I thought it was just an effect of the madness of that day.“How are you? “I asked Rebecca.She was sitting on the bed, with her hands crossed on her lap and staring at the emptiness."I'm fine, just trying to absorb.”"Do you want to know his reasons? “I asked.Becca denied it with her head."I know they will never be enough. I've never done anything against him. And I should never have gone through what I went through.”Becca's voice became trembling at the end of her sentence, and I felt
Madeleine and Raphael were really at the place where Finley had sent me, but unfortunately the damn Donovan had set traps around the place. That day seemed to be the day I would die, or that the son of a bitch planned to be my end, but it wasn't. Luckily, or perhaps because they got tired of being incompetent, the police did their job of protecting me before I reached the destination that was supposed to be my end.As they found me, it would take me a while to know that it was because Mark was tracking me clandestinely. The damn investigator was suspicious of my steps "he still had that ridiculous idea that me or my sister were behind Joana's murder and trying to cover everything up," and that's what ensured that he would send a car to the scene. But I found out about the bombs in the worst possible way, watching the death of more innocents.If he were put on a paper, that day, Donovan would take at least a life sentence for the amount of deaths he had caused. In fact, it was those de
"Why are you doing this? "I asked in desperation, knowing that my voice would come out absurdly loud on the phone. "Madeleine never did anything against anyone. Raphael doesn't deserve any of this. If you want me, come pick me up.”“Oh, no, dog. I can't. Did you forget that you put me in jail? "He made fun of him, giggling. "And don't do so much drama, you just have to choose a name, and then it ends. At least that part, since I have some surprises for you after that.”"How the hell are you calling me if you're still stuck?”"I have some privileges.”"And how are you planning things if you can't get out of there?”"I'm still just the spokesman, dog," he said, looking so comfortable on the phone, that I swore I would be sitting with my legs up, and not in a police phone booth. It was outrageous that he had time for that kind of thing. I was outraged, but I couldn't prove it. "And I'm calling so you can decide which of your close friends should survive. Think about it, I could very well
"Can someone tell me what the fuck is going on here? "I besieged no one in particular, and I didn't even have an answer, because everyone was giving priority to surround me and try to take me safely to the car. Unfortunately, many of my security guards were being hit at that act. Everything to keep me alive, because the intention of the men who opened fire on us was simply to kill me. "How could this be happening?”"Stay behind me, boss," Tyler asked, shooting mercilessly at men who didn't even bother to wear masks, since they were really planning to end my life that day. "We were betrayed in some way.”Betrayed because only my team knew where I was going or coming throughout my day, and that team was carefully chosen to maintain the secrecy of my routine. And if those people were linked to my number one enemy, or to the gangs that wanted my blood every day, they were there, then that meant that someone from inside had passed on the news. In the midst of chaos, I felt my cell phone vi
"But how can I have my period normally? "I asked in despair, my eyes could barely see the test lines in Pauline's hand. I leaned even more against the door, ending up sitting on the floor. Suddenly, my stomach seemed not to know what its function was, and I felt extremely nauseous and with blurred views. “Pauline, that can't be true. Fred and I are barely having sex... I mean, we are, but not as often as before. In addition, pain remedies and antibiotics are too strong for a pregnancy to happen. The doctors told me about it in the hospital. In fact, they made it very clear that due to the lack of menstruation, I wouldn't ovulate. That's why Fred and I rely so much on not using any condoms, since I couldn't use the pill either. This is simply impossible to happen.”"But you told me that your period is in a much smaller flow and on irregular days," said Pauline, tilting her head lightly. I hadn't even noticed that she was sitting next to me, staring at the test as if he were the child h
"What is your real doubt? " Pauline asked, separating my medicines by schedules inside plastic coconuts."Well, I have several, especially about this virus," I explained after a long sigh. "I don't feel well, I had to end the self-defense class earlier today. I just wanted to lie down and be silent for as long as possible, but someone is always coming in to know how I am and if I'm still alive. I don't want to do anything in my life today. I think this is a very serious symptom.”Pauline laughed, moving away from the nightstand where she had put the medicines of the day. She only offered me a glass of water and baking soda, because I had complained about a strange feeling in the mouth of her stomach. It wasn't nausea or heartburn, but something so weird that I just wanted to lie down and complain all day.Moura didn't like that I had said I couldn't stand the stride of a full class, and left grumbling with Elijah who didn't know why he put her in situations of training people who didn
August Spencil was the dumbest man I've ever had the displeasure of meeting on the face of the earth.The worst part was knowing that he had some shares of my company and claimed to be a partner, but if everything depended on him, I would be bankrupt before sunset. I didn't know how Maddie had dealt with him in recent months, but I was already planning to buy a new car for her in thanks, because putting up with August was not an easy job for anyone. The man had such big shitty ideas that he couldn't take it seriously."It's just that you're not listening to me, Fred," said August, for what seemed to be the thousandth time. And I wished I wasn't in that car with him, I wished I wasn't going on a two-hour trip with him, and that I didn't have the blessed idea of giving a ride to that asshole. But no matter how big my will was, I couldn't make time come back. "I've already said that Canadians are trying to pass us back. They are almost infiltrating people in our company, just to know wha
The months seemed to pass absurdly quickly. In the blink of an eye, two of them passed by. Two months in which Elide remained trapped and saying that he would only recognize his accomplice if he heard his voice. The men who tortured me kept silent. They did not have lawyers, unlike Elide, who hired only the best of the entire state. Fred was also committed to listening to what Elide had to say, so he continually visited her on the days when the police tried to interrogate her.Meanwhile, my health improved, at least, on the one hand. Around two weeks before, I started to feel tired and with a ringing in my ear that didn't pass at all. I visited medical specialists, and everyone said the same thing: that it was probably something emotional, that there were no infections and no reasons for me to get so upset with that strange sound inside a single ear. The point is that I barely slept at night, and in the morning, I woke up very early to train with Elijah and Moura.Moura was a former s