Anxious was more than what I felt as we arrived at the hotel, my mind in a frenzy over her reaction after a whole week of being away.My injuries needed time to heal; otherwise, with Allison being the stubborn ass she was, it would be hard to table the lies I had in store for her.The entire time Diego did the texting with her, I wasn’t sure what to say, especially after my father’s stunt. I read the messages over and over, the pain laced in her words showed just how much my disappearance had hurt her.Today, after the doctor confirmed me fit, I headed straight to the hotel where she worked, the place where the heavens blessed me with her.“We arrived over ten minutes ago, boss.”The tall building in front confirmed Diego’s words. I had never felt so nervous in ages. This little blonde innocence brought out a part of me I thought was dead.My heart accelerated as we stepped into the building, Diego following closely behind me as we proceeded. Ignoring the remarks of those who knew m
*Years ago…*"Don't you fucking talk back at me, you cunt!" *Slap!* "No, Alaric, please…" Mom screamed at him, their fight echoing through the walls of the house. I stayed hidden in the closet where Mom had locked me. It was like this every night. That devil would come home drunk. So many times, he'd rape and beat her until she fainted. Sometimes, I would get beaten too. It was our routine in this prison we called home. It was the night of my ninth birthday. Since I was homeschooled, I had no friends to celebrate with, so Mom decided to take me to the park as promised. That day was the best I had in years. Mom and I had so much fun, until it was time to leave. My father was on a trip, so we imagined he wouldn't return for a while. Yet to our surprise, the devil awaited us upon our arrival. For reasons unknown to me, he never let us leave the house alone, like he was scared of something. Or maybe not. Mom always assured me it was for our safety, that he was only loo
Allison’s POVThe memories of last night came flooding back as I awoke to the birds chirping and the sun’s rays piercing through the parted curtains.His sudden appearance at the hotel was something I never expected, yet what startled me most was how he stood up for me in front of everyone. I'm certain Allison is the latest gossip at work.The look on Zach’s face was one I would never forget in a hurry. No words could describe the fear in his eyes as Clyde had him cornered.With everything going on in my world lately, I had barely given work any attention. Yesterday, after completing half my shift, I took a breather by the stairs, my mind constantly drifting to the man I’d fallen in love with. I wondered where he was or if he had abandoned me. It had been more than a week already.Zach appeared out of nowhere, his voice high as he yelled at me. Without giving me room to explain, he yanked me up by my elbow, his grip so tight it might leave a mark. Then, just as violently, he pushed me
Clyde's POVThe truth? I hate to see how much hurt Alli has to go through because of me.Maybe I should have listened to Diego and let her go a long time ago, but how could I?I'm literally obsessed with this blonde girl in baggy clothes—the ever-so-innocent girl I've marked as mine.My mind was in a frenzy when she declined my offer, yet I understood her reasons for doing so.Buying her a place in college is a bit too far, I admit, but I had to. The last thing I want is for my lamb to go back to that shitty hotel.She deserves better.Allison Gray has become my reason to be better. I was never the type to do the explaining shit. My life never had a bit of romance in it until she came along.And now that my father has gotten involved in our lives, I have to act fast, or I might lose my only chance at sanity—Allison.As we sat face to face in my living room, I observed the need for answers plastered right on her face. This was a moment I never wanted her to know—at least not now."I'm
Allison’s POV "Willy! You're here!" I jolt into his arms. "How come nobody mentioned your presence?" "I told them not to. Might as well surprise you." "You are so silly." I turn to face the reason for my smiles. He stands beside the wall, staring right back at me. "Thank you," I mutter, and he only nods before leaving with Shawn. Clyde is indeed a man of surprises. Gathering my most important friends for a much-needed trip like this warms my heart. Willy was also invited to the party, and I'm sure we'd have lots of fun. Despite learning the truth of Clyde's past and how cruel his father had treated him, perhaps bringing us here is a risk—but I sure as hell trust that man. And I'm trusting him with my family. For the rest of the afternoon, Clyde is nowhere to be seen—probably working with Shawn. I miss him already. For dinner, the housekeepers decide to organize a steak roast party by the shore of the beach. The girls join in making preparations for dinner,
Sounds of him lapping hard on my pussy crammed the once-quiet woods, coupled with my loud moans, which I tried hard to suppress.Eating me up this way was a first for us. Goodness, the looks he gave me while tongue-fucking me sent jolts through my body.My fingers grabbed a handful of his hair, legs wide open with him between.My family was only a few meters away. With how loud I am, it's certain they might suspect us, but he seems to care less.After giving me a leg-shaking orgasm, he finally stood up, turned me around so my back faced him.A moan leaves my lips as he slams into me. When the fuck did he unsheath his cock?We both moan at the feeling of him finally being buried inside me."Christ, Alli, I've missed you all day," he whispers, now stroking slowly—but not for long, as his pace quickly increases.Sounds of our clapping flesh fill the entire area. I'm a moaning mess when he grabs my waist, thrusting hard and fast into my wet pussy.Clyde flips me so my back is now against
Allison's POVFrom the crown of my head to the tips of my feet, I screamed luxury. For a minute, I could barely recognize my reflection in the full-length mirror."Do you like it?" Alice spoke.She was the person assigned by Clyde to get me ready for tonight's party. My hair and makeup were done perfectly to complement the expensive dress I wore."Alice, this is magic."Tears almost pooled in my eyes—I looked extremely beautiful tonight."I'm certain the boss's attention will be on you all night."We giggled together at her words, unaware of his presence.As our eyes met, for a second, we were lost—or he was lost. His dark eyes swept all over my body. As he walked closer, I noticed he was also dressed in a black tux, his hair styled perfectly to fit his handsome face."You are so beautiful, baby.""Thank you. Your money made me look this way."He only chuckled before grabbing my waist. The scent of his cologne mingled in the air, intoxicating me."I'm grateful to have you spend it.""
Clyde's POVThe sole aim of attending this fucked-up party was to prove to my old man that he doesn't scare me. Not anymore.I remember the gift box he received a few days ago—his beloved dog, chopped into pieces. Tonight, I plan to deliver the head myself. My father knows better than to cross my path.He knows how deadly I can be when it comes to what's mine. I'm glad he received a befitting gift for his stupid plan of visiting my lamb. He wanted her family here—well, I've brought them myself, and I'm certain he's stunned by this act.A few minutes after we stepped in, Scar motioned to speak with me. It was urgent, he said."We busted a few of Rence’s locations the other night.""What did you find?""It was gruesome, but we were able to save up to fifty children and twenty young teenagers.""That fucking bastard!"Rence had still not been caught. His ability to slip through every pursuit surprised me. The bastard had a lot to pay for.I have the streets searching for his ass with a b
Clyde’s POV The mart stank of blood, gasoline, and fear. A single overhead bulb flickered weakly, casting a yellowish hue over the bruised man kneeling at my feet. One of his eyes was swollen shut—a gift from Diego’s fists—and his cracked lips trembled with desperation.“Where is she?” I asked, my voice a low snarl that slithered through the room like venom. Cold. Controlled. Lethal.The old man’s breath came in short gasps. “Please… I only lent her a phone. That’s all, I swear—God knows I don’t know where she went.”Wrong answer.Without needing to speak, I tilted my chin at Diego. The crack of bone followed. The man crumpled to the ground with a strangled cry, fingers scrambling to clutch my legs like a dying prayer.“Please… spare me,” he whimpered, voice thick with phlegm and regret. “Sir… I beg of you.”I kicked him off with a slow, merciless motion, my boot slamming into his chest. My rage was a living thing now—black, hot, and crawling beneath my skin.Grabbing his collar, I y
The room echoed with the loud shot, the crack of it splitting the air like a lightning strike. My ears rang for seconds, sharp and shrill, as if the sound itself had buried into my skull.Fear gripped me in a stranglehold. My heart stopped—just stopped—as the moment stilled, suspended in a nightmare. The chandelier above quivered, then came crashing down with a heavy, jarring thud, shards scattering across the floor like glittering knives.When I open my eyes, they meet Saida’s—and what I see there sends a shiver down my spine. Fear. Real, gut-deep fear. For a second, I don’t know if it’s hers or mine. Then his voice slices through the tension like a blade, cold and cruel, dragging us back into the horror. He made the shot. Of course, he did."I swear the next bullet will be piercing through your skull, Saida," he gritted out, voice low and sharp like gravel. His hand didn’t flinch. The gun was still pressed into her head, the metal digging into her skin like a promise."Do not spoi
Allison’s POVThe darkness stretched deeper than I could imagine—thick and suffocating. My weary mind drifted through it, lost in the endless struggle between myself and the world. Between reality and madness.If a person could sit still for this long, tied up and barely breathing, without losing their mind… it would be considered magic. If that kind of shit was even real. But I was still here. Still breathing. Barely.And even in this void of silence and cold, all I could think about—was him.Clyde.The images came uninvited, sharp and vivid. Him with blood on his hands. Him orchestrating a drug empire with that calm, lethal stare. It didn’t have to make sense. The stories weren’t supposed to rhyme. But they did. They rhymed too well. Too perfectly. Like a puzzle I hadn’t meant to solve.Now here I was. Shackled. Nearly naked. Freezing. Bones aching and bruised, skin raw against the stone floor—but none of it compared to the pain burning in my stupid heart.And then—footsteps.Echoes
Clyde’s POVThe harshness of the alcohol burned my skin as I rode through the city at speed, darkness wrapping around me like an old friend. That familiar numbness, that rage-filled silence, swallowed me whole. I stared hard at the latest picture on my phone. That same damn number. A new set of photos. This time, she was clad in only her underwear, chained to a bed. She looked smaller than she had this morning. And my cold, cursed heart ached beyond words. “We’ll get her back, Clyde. I promise you.” Diego’s voice rang out inside the car. I was holding the phone so tight it might snap in half. Too late. I was fucking too late. Now I had even bigger problems than before. The warehouse had been three hours out of the city. When we got to the cafeteria they were both gone. Will and my girl. And just when I tried to figure out where the hell they’d gone, my phone beeped again. That same number. That sick, twisted image of my precious lamb. Caught in bondage. And a m
Allison’s POV Every part of me burned with worry as I made my way across the street. The cafeteria's light spilled into the dark alley, but it did nothing to lighten my mood. It was a blur—this moment of weakness. Accepting this invitation even when I knew, deep down, that this single meeting could destroy everything. Fortes worth saving. Or not? My eyes landed on him as I strolled into the cafeteria. It’s always been our favorite spot from when we were teenagers, a place etched with too many memories to count. He smiled and waved at me as I approached. But when I got close, I realized—his bruises had darkened. Clyde definitely hit him hard. A sharp pang filled my chest, tight and unforgiving. All this was my fault. "I can't say how proud I am of you for coming." "Get to the fucking point." I snapped. He smirked, but he must have expected that. He shrugged it off like it didn’t sting. His gaze dragged over my body, definitely laughing at my outfit for the
The gates slid open to the warehouse compound—my other face of business. A laundry façade out front for anyone stupid enough to get curious, but the real shit was buried in the belly of the building. Drugs. Guns. Power.My men stood tall at the gates, weapons strapped, eyes alert. The moment they saw me, they straightened up. I was the king in my fucking empire—and tonight, I wasn’t in the mood for delays.“Is everything in order?” I snapped as we stepped out.“Yes, Boss,” one answered immediately. “This way.”I walked past rows of tables stacked with wrapped bricks of cocaine, watched by trusted hands who wouldn’t dare skim a gram. It reeked of power, of money, of a life soaked in blood and secrets. This was me. This was who I fucking was.Scar met us near the back, his face grim.Scar nodded and motioned us to the surveillance room. My boots echoed hard against the concrete floor as I followed.The screen showed him—Rence—tied to a chair, bloodied, breathing heavy through a busted n
Clyde’s POVThe hum of the engine was the only thing that filled the silence.I sat in the backseat, elbows braced on my knees, fingers laced together so tight my knuckles had turned white. My jaw was locked, muscles ticking. I hadn't said a word since we left the house. Not because I had nothing to say—but because if I opened my mouth, I'd probably tear the fucking world apart.Will.That name alone made the blood in my veins sizzle.I could still see them—Allison and that bastard—in my mind like it was branded behind my eyelids. Him leaning too damn close. Whispering something into her ear, like he had a right. His hand… grazing her arm. Bare skin. Her skin.And she let him. Fuck.She didn’t move. Didn’t shove him away. Didn’t scream. Just stood there and let him breathe her in like she belonged to him.If she wasn’t guilty, then why the fuck did she let him touch her?My lungs were tight. Breathing hurt. My thoughts were a mess—raw, jagged pieces cutting through what little contr
So without thinking, I ran between them, heart thundering, body trembling, barely able to catch his raised fist before it slammed into Will’s jaw. “Please…” My voice cracked, the word hanging in the air like a plea to God. My tears streamed freely down my face, burning hot trails across my skin. “Let. Go.” Clyde’s voice was low and rough—no longer the man who had made love to me just minutes ago, who’d kissed my lips like he worshipped me. This voice was cold. Controlled. Lethal. “Please don’t.” I sobbed again, wrapping my hand tighter around his, but he yanked it free with terrifying force and landed a brutal punch on Will. The sickening sound of knuckles meeting flesh rang out through the room. My lips quivered. I pressed my palm to my mouth to stifle the scream clawing its way up my throat. “How fucking dare you?!” Clyde roared, voice thick with fury, slamming his fist into Will again. And again. “No! Please stop!” I cried, voice raw, almost unrecognizable. I was shakin
Allison’s POVThe worst part of loving someone is knowing you hurt—yet deep down, you still can’t let go.Just like always, he’d done unimaginable things to my body. The kind of pleasure only he could offer. And I’d taken all of it—willingly, shamelessly, with every part of me that still ached from loving him.Even as my heart throbbed beneath the weight of his secrets, I found myself curling deeper into his arms. Those strong arms that feel like home. That shield me from the bitter, cruel world. That hold me like I’m something precious—when everything else feels like it’s falling apart.Our naked bodies were tangled in the sheets of my bed, skin against skin, warmth against warmth. His soft, steady breathing fanned across my face as he slept, lips parted, lashes casting faint shadows over his cheeks. I couldn’t help but stare. God, he was beautiful. Even with the slight gauntness in his cheeks, even with the weight he’d lost… he was still breathtaking. Still mine. “I’m up for anot