Lucas, all though I hate to admit it, was right. Theresa Wills rang at around 3 in the afternoon. She introduced herself and complimented me for having such a charming secretary. Yep. Well, Chase is more than just a secretary and more than just charming at that.
Theresa Wills is British. That, I couldn't miss, especially with her high-pitched accent ringing through the phone. Perhaps this was why she has a fascination for Chase. She was hilarious. In fact, I tried very hard to have a serious conversation with her and just when I thought I did it, she'd burst into giggles again. I knew that she had the type of humor that would eventually become annoying.
I told her about the things that needed to get done ASAP like the venue, reception and catering. I told her I wanted to have a private wedding with at least a hundred and fifty guests. So since a church wedding
At dusk, Lucas and I were in his study. He was making and taking calls about her sister if there were any leads. But no. And Chase still hasn't replied if there's anything in the surveillance that would help. And I, still flushed and floating from the kiss earlier, was comfortably sitting on the leathered couch in an oversized denim dress shirt with nothing but lace underwear underneath, sipping wine and taking notes of colors and fabrics from the magazines I got. Lucas and I ordered takeouts from a local restaurant that was on the table in the kitchen and would later be heated up if either of us got hungry. "No!" Lucas barked. "You're not leaving until you find me something. A diary or a receipt of her last meal or a fucking used condom. Find me something that would lead to her, Arnold." I didn't know who Arnold was but I knew he was in trouble. Lucas has been barking orders in the past 40 minutes to fin
"Tap me twice," Lucas moaned as we kissed our way towards the bedroom."Hmm?" I gasp, circling my arms around his neck, kissing him like he was air and I was drowning in the ocean for hours. We struggled when we got to his door. No one was willing to break free. I feel the heat between my thighs and damn it if I didn't want him. Lucas scrambled his hands on the doorknob and I busied myself with my buttons. My elbows hit the door frame one or twice, hard enough to leave bruises in the morning, but I didn’t care."Tap me twice," he breathes again, finally letting us inside his dim room, smelling like aftershave, mint, and man. And we turned, we tangoed our way to the bed. We were lucky enough not to fall on the floor with how busy our hands were. How desperate they
We fucked until the sun peaked on the horizon. The last one, I didn't entirely remember except for the wave of intense pleasure. I was sure I passed out after that, spent, glowing, and with the smell of Lucas all over me. I hadn’t even bothered to check up onLucas, but I know he was as spent as I was.Instead of a sunlit room, I've woken to a dark cave, with a forbiddingly soft comforter covering my naked body. The thick velvet curtains barricaded the noon sun to enter Lucas’ room. To say that the room was a mess was an understatement. Pillows were all over the floor, and a part of the bedsheet. Our clothes were all over the place, things from the nightstand scattered everywhere. It was like a crime scene. And if fucking was indeed a crime, then somebody call the fucking cops.I ached all over and everything in me is sore. But I still managed to mov
a few hours earlierI was a fucking idiot. A ridiculous humiliation. I shouldn't have walked too deep. I knew it was a mistake to believe that something good was going to come out of this.I lay on my back in my bedroom, still dressed in my denim dress shirt. I cannot believe how stupid I was. Of course, it was merely nothing to Lucas. Just another girl to stick his dick in. I was just another woman who fit his criteria and who was fine enough to use. And used me he did. If I wasn't a woman with pride, I'd let him walk all over me because the sex was that good. But I draw the line whenever someone steps on my dignity. And Lucas did exactly that. He might as well have punched me in the gut. That way, it would hurt less.
I honestly don't know where I'm going. I was just walking towards the gleaming lights of the airport. The pain was just making me walk, walk, walk and walk some more. I was a wreck! My head throbbed from crying too much and this alien part of the world is taking me nowhere.I cannot believe what Lucas just said—what he fucking did—that he tried, if not killed already, my father. Why does he mingle with family matters? He had the fucking nerve to tell me this now? Like it would be okay because he just stopped and confessed?. The fucking idiot. Another chance. That's all I needed. Another change at a clear and sane thought, then I’ll kill everyone. I won’t be naive anymore."Caterina!" Lucas was still following me. Now on foot, he jogged, finally gripping my shoulder when he got to me, and forced me to spin. To no avail, of course.
Mexico was heavy. It was like entering a room with a stuffy and suffocating air. Not to mention the fear that was crawling up on my spine that at any moment, someone might shoot at me. The warehouse is large, glass windows, and steel doors. It wasn't the typical warehouse I usually see that’s covered in steel and metal. It was more like a home than a slaughterhouse. Thank heavens for the transparent windows, it became easier to navigate and shoot.Wearing cargo pants, a black cropped top and combat boots that I changed into from the plane, I lay still on top of a hill by the warehouse, hidden in the grass. At least if I die, I was going to die with good clothes.I stared at the sniper scope, on my belly. And I saw movement.The warehouse was loft-style with brown leather couches and rustic tables. It would loo
Everything was hazy and it hurt like a motherfucker. My head throbbed like there's a jackhammer inside. I tried to open my eyes despite the pain in my skull and my ankle. Then I remembered that the fucker snapped my ankle when I was lying on my stomach. Hissing, I squint when my eyes directly set visual on the fluorescent lamp on the ceiling. Aside from that, another lamp was angled towards me like a spotlight. Fuck was it blinding.Cursing, I forced myself to sit up on the cold metal surface of what I was lying on. I moved my ankle, but winced when the pain electrocuted my entire body. Nonetheless, I forced my body to stand. Slowly, I wait until I'm used to the pain. Red smeared the low neckline of my tank only to realize that there's dry blood running from my nose and from my forehead. He fucking hit me?! I thought with rage.The room was a metal box. No wind
"Run, Harriet. Fucking run!" I yelled as I struggled to free myself from Freddy's arms. I felt the warmth of his breath by my neck, and smelt the stink of the air coming out of his mouth. "Lucas will get you, just run!"Everything was happening so fast, and my ears were ringing, my vision blurring.Freddy was growling behind me, tightly straining me with his muscled arms.Harriet crying out for Freddy to let me go.Me screaming for Harriet to run.Harriet was hesitant to leave me behind, I can see it in her wide and worried eyes. But God knows it was best to leave me be than both of us dying. "GO!" I yelled louder than the first time when she didn’t move. And she does this time, limping on the stairs. Freddy's grip arou
I heard things from the darkness when the pain in my chest stopped. I didn't understand it. The words time and death were the only ones that registered. After that there was a commotion. That familiar voice was screaming, and another voice answered. Everything was in distress and I just wanted to yell for them to be quiet. I needed to think. I needed to know where I was. Why was I in darkness?Suddenly, the pain returned. The one in my throat. With cold hands, I grabbed my neck, hoping that whatever was causing the pain would go away. But it didn't. I started coughing. Then the light slowly returned. Not the blinding one, but the right one. Warm, vivid—real.~*~The fluorescent light on the ceiling was the first real thing I saw before I felt the pain in my throat. My eyes stung from the tear
Lucas~*~It has been four slow, cruel and torturous days and I stayed beside Mari every second of it, only leaving when I needed to go change or wash. The rest, I was a guard dog watching over its food.On the second day after Mari was settled in her room, Chase arrived, bloodshot eyes, and a little skinnier than the last time I've seen him. The fact that I was a little bit relieved that he was here for Mari dissolved when I learned that Gian still wasn't getting any better.On the third day, Mari jolted off her bed and the machines went overdrive with beeps. I fucking shit myself when I heard her gag over the tube that was in her throat to help her breathe. The nurses and the doctors that rushed in were frantic and also relieved at the same time. I almost choked the nu
I see nothing.I feel nothing.I can move nothing.But I can hear everything."You have to wake up, Mari," the voice pleads. It was...eerie and familiar, but I can't seem to remember who.The darkness was everywhere. And I was in a never-ending fall towards it. The first thing that crossed my mind was sleep paralysis. I was having an episode of sleep paralysis but this one I can't fight. I remain still, unmoving, dead. With all the energy that's left of me, I tried to reach and follow the voice. But it was no use. Instead, I let the darkness eat me up.~*~
Lucas~*~14 hours.Mother and father left for a quick purchase of food as Harriet lay asleep on her bed. Her even breathes, her pulsing heart and the slight movement of her eyelids; I take them in for a moment, thankful that she's alive. I don't know what I'd do if I got there too late—if Mari got there too late. Jack had arrived a few hours earlier and brought me my clothes. Washing my face from the sink in the bathroom, I momentarily stare at the fucked up in the mirror. Tight jaw, dark bags and five o'clock shadow. Anger filled me as I stared at my reflection. The superficial flaw of my face is nothing compared to what Mari and Harriet have. They had bruises and wounds and stitches while I got fucking eye bags. I should'
Lucas~*~8 hours.Mari has been in the surgery room for 8 motherfucking hours. Felix was done with my bullet wound, I washed my face, paced the floor exactly 16...17 times and there's still no word of what the damn shit is going on.I'd called my parents and told them that Harriet was in the hospital. I called Chase to tell him about Mari. I called Jack and told him to bring me a change of clothes. They were on their way. But that was 4 hours ago. Now I'm just a fucking mess pacing the floor praying for...a fucking miracle. God! What's wrong with me?I sank to the floor, frustratingly gripping my hair with my fingers. Betting my luck, I dialed Sigmund's number again."Wh
Lucas~*~All I see is red. Red from anger, red from panic and red of my Mari's blood, pooling under her body as she lay weak on the floor. I heard every gunshot behind the damn door, all eight of them now in Mari's body. Handing over my sister to the big man, who I learned is Thomas, I told him to call for the choppers. I then ran towards Mari. She was a paper coated in red, limp and pale. Her eyes heavy and tired, her focus in space."Mari," I said, slumping to the ground beside her, out of breath as blood drools down her chin. I grabbed her head, carefully bringing it on my lap for comfort. She grunts in pain. From there I saw a few bullet holes on her body. Heart thumping and face steaming, I calm myself. "You're going to be fine."Her face is wet with sweat and tear
"Run, Harriet. Fucking run!" I yelled as I struggled to free myself from Freddy's arms. I felt the warmth of his breath by my neck, and smelt the stink of the air coming out of his mouth. "Lucas will get you, just run!"Everything was happening so fast, and my ears were ringing, my vision blurring.Freddy was growling behind me, tightly straining me with his muscled arms.Harriet crying out for Freddy to let me go.Me screaming for Harriet to run.Harriet was hesitant to leave me behind, I can see it in her wide and worried eyes. But God knows it was best to leave me be than both of us dying. "GO!" I yelled louder than the first time when she didn’t move. And she does this time, limping on the stairs. Freddy's grip arou
Everything was hazy and it hurt like a motherfucker. My head throbbed like there's a jackhammer inside. I tried to open my eyes despite the pain in my skull and my ankle. Then I remembered that the fucker snapped my ankle when I was lying on my stomach. Hissing, I squint when my eyes directly set visual on the fluorescent lamp on the ceiling. Aside from that, another lamp was angled towards me like a spotlight. Fuck was it blinding.Cursing, I forced myself to sit up on the cold metal surface of what I was lying on. I moved my ankle, but winced when the pain electrocuted my entire body. Nonetheless, I forced my body to stand. Slowly, I wait until I'm used to the pain. Red smeared the low neckline of my tank only to realize that there's dry blood running from my nose and from my forehead. He fucking hit me?! I thought with rage.The room was a metal box. No wind
Mexico was heavy. It was like entering a room with a stuffy and suffocating air. Not to mention the fear that was crawling up on my spine that at any moment, someone might shoot at me. The warehouse is large, glass windows, and steel doors. It wasn't the typical warehouse I usually see that’s covered in steel and metal. It was more like a home than a slaughterhouse. Thank heavens for the transparent windows, it became easier to navigate and shoot.Wearing cargo pants, a black cropped top and combat boots that I changed into from the plane, I lay still on top of a hill by the warehouse, hidden in the grass. At least if I die, I was going to die with good clothes.I stared at the sniper scope, on my belly. And I saw movement.The warehouse was loft-style with brown leather couches and rustic tables. It would loo