Zoey p.o.v He isn't playing around anymore. “I'd like you to fuck it out of me, if you can.” I challenged, my pulse racing in my throat. “Then sit on the desk, spread your legs and show me what's mine.” Oh God, I'm so dripping. I grab the band of my panties and pushes it down my legs, kicking it off. Marco's eyes immediately dropped, he sucks in a hard breath. I sat on the desk, and open my legs wider. “It looks like you already came, that's how wet you're for me.” He stared intensive and openly at my cunt. He loosened his belt and undo his buttons and zipper swiftly, his hard erection sprang out ready for motion. Marco waste no time in filling me up, I embrace the fullness of his cock. “Look at you, at my mercy.” Marco chuckled darkly. He has to be an asshole because my body works like he own it. And he knew that. His pace was fast and aggressive, hitting me deeply in my core. With this rate, I don't think I can last long. He pulled out only to have me bent over th
Zoey p.o.vAfter Marco stormed off on me in the office, I wasn't able to concentrate properly anymore. His sudden outburst had caught me completely off guard, and I couldn't shake off the feeling of hurt and confusion that lingered in the air.I tried to focus on my work, but my mind kept drifting back to the exchange we had just moments ago. I was unable to understand why he had reacted so strongly, and I couldn't help but feel responsible for his anger.Was it about Abel? Or something else.I know calling him would be useless, I will allow him to calm down. We will talk about it at home. “My goodness.” I groan.A knock on the door distracted me, I muttered a come in and Abel stuck his head in."Ma'am, you called me." He fully steps in, after confirming that Marco isn't in sight. "Cancel all my meetings for the rest of the day.""Ok, ma." He faltered, unsure of my request. "Are you alright ma'am." His voice is thick his concern, so was his eyes."Yes, you can leave." I dismissed."
Zoey's p.o.v“Really?” I ask in disbelief. “Is that all you have to say to me after you storm out on me yesterday? Or when you came back home at 2am drunk and wasted?” I yelled angrily. He didn't say anything, rather he seems unfazed by my words. I waited for him to give a response, anything even a silly excuse, but I got nothing.“What now? You're not going to say anything?” I was getting all the more pissed.I need an explanation for his behavior yesterday, and why he came home drunk.“I don't have time for this.” He scoffed, like I'm being ridiculous.He doesn't have time for this? He doesn't have time for this, what is that supposed to mean? That I'm nagging?“The hell you don't have time for this shit.” I threw at him.“Watch your mouth, woman.” He warned. We should be discussing his behavior of yesterday, but here he is warning me to mind my language.“Like hell, I care about my words.” This is getting ridiculously frustrating.Why is he behaving like this? This is unlike the M
Zoey's p.o.vI stood outside my parents house, listening to their familiar bickering. It was a sound that had been a constant in my life for as long as I could remember, and strangely enough, I found myself enjoying it.“I always have to remind you countlessly before you take the waste bin out, Harrison ?” my mom's voice came from inside the house.“I do my best, but you always find something to complain about,” my dad shot back. He voices sounded so relaxed, he must have gotten used to this routine too.I couldn't help but smile at their banter. It was like a well-rehearsed play that they performed every day, with the same lines and the same dramatic flair.“You know, Harrison, if you just listened to me once in a while, maybe we wouldn't have these problems,” my mom said, his tone exasperated.Mom has missed out on this part of her life, for six long, agonizing years. They went through the struggle of separation all to keep this daughter of theirs safe, sometimes I wonder how they w
Marco's p.o.v“Come in.”The door cracked open, I didn't bother to look up. “Don.” Matthew called, waiting for permission to speak, I nod for him to continue. “Someone is here to see you.” He informed.“Not interested.” I simply dismissed. I don't have the time for any of those greedy businessmen, who are only interested in doing business with me just to rip me off.“You might want to see him, Don.” Matthew insisted.Oh? Then this must be an interesting person, I leaned into my swivel chair and adjusted myself and took a deep breath.Getting tired of Matthew's anticipating stare as he awaits my response, I took a calm exhale. “Who?”“Michael Bruce.”Michael Bruce? Why is he here? Michael is a forty-four years old, who's recently awarded three star general for his braveness and service to the country.He was stationed here years ago, and has been popular for his strict transformation in the military. I got an invitation for his ceremonial award, but I didn't go for the event.“Let hi
Marco's p.o.v “Ever heard of the word 'undercover'?” “That's here you come in.” He said with ease, smirking as if he just won a battle. “Uh_Ah.” I chuckled. This is a set-up, if I can successfully complete the mission he will get credits for it and be considered brave. And possibly a promotion, this was a case assigned to him. And if I fail, he will use me as an escape, and tell the world he managed arrested the world most feared criminal. Wow, what a great achievement. Even I'm swept off by his logic. “Leave, I will think over it.” “I knew I could count on you, I hope to receive a reply soon, their lives are on the line.” He stretch out his hand for a handshake. “Don't forget to take the cheque with you.” I look away, letting him know that I'm not his acquaintance. “Of course.” “I need information about him, everything single details on my desk by tomorrow. And the case too, find out about it.” I instructed once Michael was out the door. I require dirt's on
Zoey p.o.vThe bar was dimly lit, the soft glow of the neon signs casting a warm hue over the room. The air was thick with the smell of alcohol and cigarette smoke, mingling with the sound of laughter and chatter from the people in bar. At the bar, a man sat alone, nursing a drink as he stared into the distance. He took a sip of his drink, the liquid burning his throat.Myself and my friends, Tracy, Maya, Lucy, and Sophie were at a table in the corner of the bar, out of any unnecessary attention.After I dropped Adriano at my parents, I came straight here. The girls and I are having our usual hangout, Sophie is responsible for picking the location for our hangout. And of all places to pick, she decided we should go to a bar, and that too in a place like this. This area of the city is where you can find all kinds of criminals, smokers, drunks, street fighters, thieves and what not.“He's planning our next date, I have no idea where he's taking us. I'm so excited for it.” Tracy gushed
Zoey p.o.vWe arrived at the venue. The Haven is the biggest event center here in Seattle. There are small chandeliers hanging around the patio, and sides of the hall, illuminating the surroundings and displaying the grandness of the hall.Marco alighted the car first, and carefully helped me down. I heaved a deep sigh at the frustratingly downside to all these dresses, your movements are limited, like needing help to alight the car.I glanced down at myself, the corset smashed my stomach making my curves more outlined. Tracy added a last-minute touch up to the sleeves, creating a slit in them to display half of my arms, the extra cloth dangles around my elbows when I move.It really does make a significant impact on the dress.My make-up and hair were perfectly done by Hannah, so my look is definitely outstanding.Marco's arm around my waist was difficult to ignore, it was a clear warning to others to steer clear. His intentions were swiftly understood as we entered the hall, a serie
Adriano’s POVSix months later…“Now that we’re done with the ceremony, can we go on a proper tour of New York like I was promised?” Danny asked.Roselyn hit him upside the head and said, “Don’t be insensitive. Today is your sister’s day.”“Ouch, Mom! That hurt,” he complained.“And you deserve it,” Melanie’s voice cut into the conversation.“There’s my favorite nurse!” Sam yelled.“Dad, tone it down,” she said.“Nonsense. I would shout it at the top of my lungs if I had to so you can know how proud I am of you,” he replied.She smiled at her father and went to hug him then she did the same with her mom and brother who all congratulated her before she stopped in front of me.“I always knew you were something else, little nurse,” I told her. “From the first day I set my eyes on you, I knew you were better than the rest of us.”“Stop it you’re going to make me cry,” she said.I opened my arms and she stepped into me for a hug.My girl was finally a registered nurse and today was her gra
Melanie’s POVThe ride back to the house was very quiet.Throughout the ride home, I couldn’t help but think that none of this would have happened if I just had a conversation with Adriano.He was the man I fell in love with and even though I left him, he didn’t hesitate before coming for me.I know he was very relieved in the heat of the moment but I couldn’t help but wonder what was going to happen once the adrenaline wore off and he could think a bit more clearly.One thing I knew was that I was going to spend the rest of my life trying to make it up to him.Adriano was more honorable than people knew. I never thought I would be one of those women who would be pleased because her man killed people for her but as it turned out, I was one of those women.He pulled up to the house, which seemed to have more security guards on duty than normal and I knew it was all because of me.A few hours away, we were celebrating Christmas in bliss but I just had to go and ruin everything for every
Adriano’s POVThe warehouse was a hive of chaos, but I didn’t hear the shouting or the echoing footsteps behind me. All I saw was Melanie. She sat bound to a chair, her face pale, and her lip split, a streak of blood trailing down her chin. Alex Pushkin had a gun pressed to her temple. My blood ran cold. I raised my weapon, keeping my voice steady. “Let her go.” Behind me, my men spread out, weapons aimed and ready. They waited for my signal, but I couldn’t give it—not yet. One wrong move, one miscalculation, and Melanie could die. Pushkin laughed, a guttural sound that grated on my nerves. “You think you scare me? I’ve killed better men than you.” His hand twitched, and I saw the flicker of uncertainty in his eyes. Good. He was scared, even if he didn’t want to admit it. Fear made people sloppy. I needed to buy time, distract him long enough for my men to position themselves. “Erica,” I said, shifting my focus to the woman who stood off to the side, smug and self-satisfie
Melanie’s POVI woke up to the biting chill of a dark, unfamiliar room, my head pounding as if it had been split in two. My wrists ached from the tight ropes binding them, and my ankles felt just as constricted."You’re awake," Erica drawled, her tone laced with mock concern. She folded her arms and leaned against the rusted frame of the door, watching me like a predator eyeing its prey. "How are you feeling, darling?" I didn't respond. My throat was dry, and my words caught somewhere between anger and fear. God, how could I have been foolish enough to let, Erica manipulate me? I should have known that she was up to no good when Alice told me that Adriano left her at the altar.I guess now I was paying the price for my foolishness."Cat, got your tongue?" she asked, smirking. "Or maybe it’s the shock of realizing you’ve been so incredibly stupid." Her words stung more than I cared to admit. I should have known better. Adriano had always been honest with me in his own way, even w
Adriano’s POVSomething was off.I didn’t know what but the moment I ended the call with Nik and sat down to work, something in my head kept nagging at me.At first, I thought it was the unusual silence in the house but I figured that was because everyone was probably asleep.I had expected Melanie to come find and chastize me for taking too long but since she didn’t, that meant that the day finally got to her and she succumbed to sleep.My girl was a rockstar tonight, and like I expected, she had my entire family eating from the palm of her hands throughout the dinner. I was sure they saw exactly what I did from the moment I set my eyes on her.By now Nik should be mobilizing the guys to infiltrate the last warehouse. He got intel that Pushkin finally moved all the girls to one place and he just got the location. I trusted Nik could handle this without me, after all, he had just singlehandedly negotiated a new deal with the Irish.Tonight I was going to end it sleeping next to the wo
Melanie’s POVThe cool night air felt like needles against my skin as I hurried down the street, my duffel bag slung over my shoulder. My legs felt like lead, but I pushed forward, every step putting more distance between me and the house that was once my prison but later became my home. The streets were quiet, the kind of silence that normally would have scared me, but tonight I welcomed it. I avoided the well-lit areas, sticking to the shadows, hoping none of Adriano's guards would see me. My pulse raced with every second, and my breath was uneven.I had no idea where I was going, but I didn’t care. All that mattered was getting away and I was lucky enough to have been able to avoid the guards. I guess the weeks of walking the grounds and studying their routine paid off.Luckily, a cab finally came into view at the corner of the street, its headlights a beacon of hope. I flagged it down, my arm trembling as I waved. The driver, an older man with kind eyes, rolled down the window.
Melanie’s POVThe first image made my heart stop.It was of a young girl who was barely a teenager. She was sitting on a dingy mattress in what looked like a warehouse, her eyes hollow, her body too thin. Behind her, a shadowy figure loomed a man I didn't recognize but I could bet my life on it that it was her oppressor.My throat tightened as I flipped to the next photograph and the next. Each one was worse than the last. Girls, so young they could barely be called women, trapped in squalor, their faces etched with fear.I couldn't breathe.At first, I thought, no, and hoped that this was evidence Adriano had gathered to shut down a trafficking ring. It had to be. He couldn't possibly be involved in this. He could kill a man but there was no way he was responsible for harming innocent girls.But then I saw it, rather I saw him. And there was no mistaking the fact that he was the one because I recognized Nik beside him.They were both holding onto girls and leading them to God knows w
Melanie’s POVWe rode home in comfortable silence. I was too full and happy from the good food and great company to say anything further.Plus, I couldn’t take my hands off the bracelet. It was just too beautiful. I’ve never owned anything as expensive as this and I was so scared to ask him how much it cost.We already exchanged gifts in the morning so I wasn’t expecting anything more from him.In a not-so-surprising turn of events, Alice was still awake by the time we got home.“For a moment I thought you both were going to spend the night there,” Alice said when we got into the living room."It's really late, Alice, and I'm sure you've had a long day. You should be sleeping," Adriano said.“I couldn’t sleep when I knew how important today was to Melanie. I was too anxious to know how it went,” she replied.“Well, you can rest easy now because it went very well,” I told her.Her face lit up with a smile and she gave me a quick hug, making me laugh.“I told you, you had nothing to wor
Melanie’s POVThe soft glow of candlelight and the twinkle of garlands wrapped around the staircase banister made the dining room feel almost magical. The air was thick with the aromas of roasted meats, spiced wine, and fresh-baked rolls, making my stomach grumble in anticipation. Platters of steaming food filled every inch of space. Roast beef surrounded by caramelized vegetables, golden potatoes dusted with rosemary, bowls of vibrant salads, and an assortment of bread rolls that looked fresh out of the oven. When we heard no movement on the steps, Zoey gave a sharp clap of her hands and called out to the men, her voice cutting through the hum of conversation. “Dinner is ready! Boys, come join us!” she said.I heard the sound of footsteps on the stairs as Adriano and the rest of the men made their way over. Adriano entered first, his presence commanding as always, but his warm smile was reserved for me alone. My heart gave a tiny flutter, and I smoothed my dress nervously. As