Clyde's POV God, she tasted better than I had imagined—delicate and intoxicating. Every moment with Allison chipped away at my self-control. I hadn’t planned to rush her into bed, but when she opened the door and her eyes locked with mine, the last thread of restraint snapped. There was no going back after that. Her lips wrapped around me, and I couldn’t stop myself. It wasn’t the best I’d ever had, but there was something about the way she moved, the way she surrendered, that left me spellbound. Her innocence made me crave her even more. I explored her with my tongue, savoring every inch of her glistening skin. She tasted like heaven. Her soft, smooth body trembled under my touch, her sweetness drawing me in deeper. Her pussy, bare and perfect, was irresistible, and I devoured her like a starving man. Her breath hitched, her soft whimpers echoing in my ears like music. She was mine, and I was going to make sure she knew it. After one last kiss on her now-relaxed
Allison’s POV"I can't believe you just did that," I huffed, my voice still breathy from the intensity of what just happened."Do what?" Clyde asked, playing dumb, though the smirk tugging at the corner of his lips was anything but innocent.I rolled my eyes at him. After our heated session on the kitchen counter, he had the nerve to act like nothing had happened.It was a good thing Dolly had excused herself earlier, or I was sure he wouldn't have cared about continuing in front of her. The man had no shame."Do you think Dolly heard us?" I whispered, the blush creeping up my neck at the thought."The walls of this house aren't thick enough to hide your moans, baby," he teased, causing my cheeks to flush even more.Just as I was about to retort, footsteps echoed in the hallway. Instinctively, I tensed, but Clyde remained calm, like he knew exactly who was approaching."Good morning, Allison. I trust you had a good night's rest?" came a familiar voice. It was Diego, the man Clyde had
It was just as he mentioned during our phone call that night—he had no idea when he would return, and neither did I. I missed him so much and often wondered if he missed me too. Sigh.It’s been three long weeks since he left town. We hadn’t spoken or even exchanged texts. It was draining me every single day. He was draining me.Work became more exhausting, especially with the weight of my aching heart. That day, the heavy downpour had delayed the train by almost an hour, so I arrived at the hotel long past my usual time.But luck wasn’t on my side. My boss, Zach, spotted me as I tried to sneak in.“Do you get paid to behave like this, Miss Gray?” he roared, making everyone in the lobby turn their heads toward me.“Sir, I can explain. The train—”“Oh, save it! I’ve heard enough of these staged lies. I know girls like you, always taking advantage of every opportunity,” Zach growled, cutting me off before I could finish.For reasons I could never understand, Zach had hated me since the d
“You… it’s you, Clyde… Oh, God, you saved me!” I yelled, rushing into his arms.My hands wrapped around his neck as I wept bitterly.“Hush now, baby girl. It’s alright,” he whispered.“I thought he would… oh my…” My voice broke as I cried uncontrollably.“You’re safe now. No one’s going to hurt you,” he said, consoling me.It felt like a dream, but I knew it was real. I could touch and feel him—Clyde was here.Just then, two men strolled toward us, their faces full of anger.“You hit our man like that?” one of them demanded, pointing to the unconscious man lying on the concrete thanks to Clyde.Now that I looked closer, I recognized them—they were the same men from the table earlier. The bastard Clyde had taken down was their colleague.“You should be grateful he’s still alive,” Clyde retorted.My heartbeat quickened. I knew these men were trouble, and it terrified me. They outnumbered Clyde, and there was no way I, a weak girl, could help him if they attacked.“Please, let’s leave.
The entire drive Clara clung to me, Clyde sat in front while Diego drove as always.I noticed how Clyde would glance at me through the rear mirror, the look on his face expressionless.After dropping Clara off at her house, Clyde moved back to sit with me.An explicit demarcation between the driver and passenger seat emerged immediately, now barricading us from Diego, I swallowed hard knowing he must have pushed the button himself. “We need some privacy,” he states staring into my eyes, In a flash strong hand pulled me close before settling me on his lap, so I straddled him now. Our gaze fixed on one another, I bit my lip unknowingly and his eyes darkened.Without warning, he attacked my lips, and he kissed me rough and hard, his teeth bit my lip causing me to open my mouth, gaining him access as he began to taste all of me.A moan eludes my mouth when he sucks on my tongue, leaving no room as he claims his territory. His hands roamed all over my body, the exuberance he kissed me wi
Breakfast was ready when I strolled downstairs; the housekeeper, Dolly, had made sure of that. The fresh smell of roses wafted into my nostrils.“Roses for the pretty lady.”A smile formed on my face as Clyde approached me with a bunch of roses. He handed them over proudly.“Flowers for me?” I asked, unsure if we had reached this stage yet.“I’m not that bad, Allison,” he remarked. “I know how important it is for a man to get flowers for his lady.”The room fell silent after his comment, but our gazes stayed locked.“Your lady… So, does this make me your lady?” I asked softly.Clyde moved closer, pulling me against his chest in seconds.“There’s one thing I’m certain about, Alli—I’m never letting you go.”“Clyde…” I whispered, my voice faltering.Without another word, he pushed back an empty chair for me. Dolly had already set breakfast.Diego joined us a few minutes into our meal.“How are you feeling now, Allison?” he asked, concern evident in his tone.“I feel better. Thank you.”
The sound of the door creaking open caused my heart to skip for reasons I couldn’t explain. My mind raced, wondering how she would react to today’s events.As I stepped further into the room, my eyes searched for her, my precious lamb, but she was nowhere to be seen. Then I heard the faint sound of water splashing from the bathroom.I followed the sound, and there she was.The sight before me became etched in my memory, one I’d treasure for a lifetime. She lay in the tub, gloriously naked, her damp hair clinging to her skin, a glass of champagne in one hand. Her beauty was unrivaled, and for a fleeting moment, I forgot my own name.Our eyes met, and the intensity in her gaze seemed to pierce through my soul, leaving me at war with emotions I couldn’t control.“I need a bath too,” I murmured, my voice gruff as I devoured her with my eyes.She didn’t move, didn’t look away. “The tub is big enough for two,” she replied softly, her words both an invitation and a challenge.Quickly undres
Allison’s POV"I have an emergency and will be gone for a few days."I read the text for the fifth time that morning. It irritated me how often he disappeared without a trace.Just yesterday, he begged to take me out for dinner, and now he was gone again.Did I even have the right to feel this way? We had never defined what we were. Maybe I was overreacting.But I missed him already.These thoughts ran through my mind as I prepared for work.When I stepped out of my building, a black truck was parked out front. At first, I ignored it, but then I noticed it following me closely.By the time I arrived at the hotel, I shook off the strange feeling and threw myself into work. Still, my day felt gloomier than ever, and I knew why.Later, as I waited for the late bus at the terminal, a familiar car pulled up.The driver stepped out, and my breath caught when I recognized him. My lips parted in shock as he walked toward me, hands in his pockets, moving with slow, deliberate strides.“Miss m
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