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Maxim had trapped Kila and he needed that unyielding son of his to understand there was no escape. His son had woken up three days after the surgery and was speedily recovering to the point that he was able to bang on the soundproof door of his cell room and scream profanities at the cameras blinking at him from the top corner of the room. Kila was held down protected in one of Maxim's numerous safe houses which was an abandoned warehouse that had been furnished to look like a comfy residential apartment with plush art paintings, expensive burgundy rugs, and beautiful furniture but Kila was limited to traipse one part of the house, his room which was constantly surveyed and monitored from the different CCTV cameras positioned in different corners of his room. To say Kila was pissed when he woke up strapped to the bed like a mental patient would be putting it lightly. He broke the doctor's nose and proceeded to injure the first two guards who tried to restrain him until he was held
JEREMY'S POV “Why are you telling me this?” “Because you're slipping away from your purpose as the heir of the—” “Are you even my father?” I cut him off with the voiced-out thought. “Don't be stupid, boy. What sort of question is that?” “It is a valid question, seeing that you can't even face me.” “What?” “You hide behind a smoke screen to deliver the craziest news I've ever heard and you expect me to believe you?” I scoff and walk over to the bathroom. I open the pill cabinet and pull out the first aid kit then I head back to the bedroom to see my father, Maxim Vongov, in his full glory standing at the doorway with an irritated expression and I'm rein in the urge to pummel him to the ground. How dare he spit on her memory even after forcing her to arrange her death? My teeth ache from being clenched so hard so I smack my lips, loosening my gums as I sit on the bed. My muscles turn stiff and corded with tension as he moves into the room. Maxim first sits at the edge of th
JOJO'S POV Hangovers are the worst. I wake up in a dark room to see a double silhouette looming over me. My unfocused eyes try to take in my surroundings but I can't see past the figure in front of me. A finger lightly traces my freckles and goosebumps skitter across my skin at the cold touch. I blink hard, trying to see through the one in front and my nostrils flare at the scent of the one before me. Jeremy? A hand is extended towards me and I hesitate to take it so the figure leans to my ears. “It's me.” “Jeremy?” “Yes,” The figure draws back only an inch away from my face. I raise my palms to pinch my cheeks, “Am I dead?” “No.” I trace my finger over his brows, “Are you dead?” I hear his soft chuckle, “No,” “Then why can't I see you?” “Your contacts fell off.” My head slants to the side, “They've never fallen off without encouragement. He shrugs and I realize my fingers are now tracing the angles, curves, and sharp planes of his face. “I want to see you,” I whi
SIX DAYS AGO in Claire Eastwood's Memory… It was a simple hit and it was meant to go without a hitch. Besides, she was in love with the guy so doing the job would be easy peasy. Infiltrate the group, seduce Jeremy, win his trust, or at least get close enough to learn a few details Specific deets then relay the information and voila, the job is done! but nothing ever goes as planned in the spy business, does it? Claire was on a call with her blackmailer but she liked to think of him as her version of horrible bosses. In a way, it lessened the trauma of everything she was put through in those dark days. “Through the crazy encounter at Jeremy's house that started from a normal case of kissing the wrong guy— by the way, Knight might be a silent wall of muscle but damn! he could turn a nun into a screaming hussy, drunk or not…” Claire grabbed the baby wipes and began removing the smeared makeup on her face. “Anyway, the redheaded bitch storms into the room and starts hitting me and— an
FIVE DAYS AGO IN CLAIRE EASTWOOD'S MEMORY Twelve minutes after hanging up on Lisa, Claire was back on her bed. Her legs were bent in a perfect butterfly cross and she burst into nervous laughter as something glowed brightly in her hand. She was scrolling through her messages and that horrible feeling of dread kept building as she opened the messaging app. Felix had left forty-two unread messages and the threats went from vague at the beginning to downright screaming in her face. Felix wasn't happy with her, that was for sure. And it wasn't even her fault everything happened the way it did. In her version of events, Justin's car was parked right outside Jeremy's gate like he was about to enter and when he saw her disheveled appearance, he immediately offered to drive her home. She expressed how grateful she was to which he waved it off. He might've called her a gold-digging slut with no standards, she might've responded with a few choice words that included druggie and cocksuc
JOJO'S POV “I'm scared…” My lips quiver as I look up at him and understanding dawns on his face but the words spill out my lips. “I'm scared it will be like before, I'm scared that what happened before will—” “Shhh, it's okay Josephine.” Jeremy draws back so I can look into his eyes and they're burning with intensity. “I understand what you mean, I was an asshole back then.” “Aren't you the same now?” I tease and he nips at my ear. “You tell me, Josephine. You tell me.” He rolls us over so he's on top of me and whispers in my ear. “I'm not going to leave you tonight. I'm going to love every fucking inch of your body and I'm going to show you just how beautiful you are.” I turn my face away so he won't see my blush. “Come here,” He kisses me and murmurs something then he looks into my ears. “I'm sorry for leaving you.” “I forgive you.” The words slip through my lips without any encouragement and I blanche momentarily at the realization that I've forgiven him and I might be i
JOJO'S POV Up and down, up and down he slams his cock over and over again into my throat until there's a puddle of drool and tears, dripping on the floor and he isn't even close to coming yet. Meanwhile, my thighs are squeezed so tightly, I’m afraid that if I touch it just a little bit, I'll combust into tiny pieces of pleasure. “You love sucking my cock, don't you Josephine?” I moan as he grounds my head against his cock, my nails clawing up his thighs. “Fuck, you're my bad girl aren't you?” “You take it so good, Josephine. You take me so well.” His voice has gone hoarse but he continues filling my mind with fucked up imagery about everything he's going to do to me. I'm losing myself in this, in him and we haven't even fucked yet. No, I have to take control. I tilt my head to the side, letting my saliva drip all over his cock then I lick it back up, relishing his unique taste as I graze his length with my teeth. Precum spills from his crown and I lap off the hot salty j
JEREMY'S POV “What do you know about my mother?” Josephine scrambles to get away from me but my hand tightens on her waist, warning her to keep still. My cock stirs inside her and she jolts at the feeling. I grip the underside of her chin and tilt it upwards so she's looking at me. “Tell me Josephine, What do you know about my mother?” Her breath hitches and she tries to look away but my grip is unyielding and her eyelids shut as she speaks. “I don't know anything.” “Look at me and say that.” I rasp and she squirms on my cock. The blood in my head swims to my groin. Not my wisest choice at interrogation positions. “Josephine.” I hiss, my will crumbling by the second. Her lips find my neck, “Please don't ask me that.” My little Muse thinks to seduce her way out of this, Game on muse, let's see the first to give in. “Tell me.” I urge, grinding her onto my cock. She shudders against me and her blunt nails scrape against my skin. “Don't… want… to… talk…” Josephine pants in n
JOJO’s POV Two Months Later… They were graduating high school today but Josephine would always go back to that day each time she passed the workshop. She and over three hundred graduates passed by the workshop today but no one spoke about it. They had all forgotten. It felt like they'd forgotten everything linked to him along with him and that made Josephine sick to her stomach. One month ago, She, Junnev, and Jeremy were hanging on for dear lives in the hospital. Of their three cases, Jeremy’s was the most baffling because apart from the external injuries he suffered from the accidents and the cement, the doctors couldn't find anything wrong with him. So why wouldn't he wake up? They closed off Jeremy in a special room for “intense observation purposes,” that's what they called it. They kept him there until he was cleared for flight to be transported back to America. Junnev knee joints were broken from the weight of concrete. He’d woken up during the surgery, his tone mighty
Kendrick tried to stand but her ears were ringing so badly from the explosion so she used her hands to cover them and suddenly there was a semblance of peace in the chaos that had become the world. Kendrick blinked debris and dust from her eyes as she looked around, trying to find a familiar face. She couldn't see past the dust that had formed from the explosion but she could hear the awful screams and the rapid-fire gunshots and those sounds would stay with her forever. Bullets were flying left and right and Kendrick knew she had to get out. She needed to get out of there before she got hit by a stray bullet or before the ceiling caved in or before she died from a heart attack so she put one leg in front of the other and trudged along. The dust was settling and she could see certain parts of the building clearer. She looked around the unconsciously fed bodies of men to see Jeremy and Junnev covered with debris and as she got closer to them, her mouth widened in horror. They wer
Jeremy couldn't comprehend when the plan started falling apart but it had in fact… fallen. Lying in front of him were two bodies, Josephine was lying on the dirty ground, blood pouring out of her chest, yet she tried to sit up. Jeremy ran to her and took her trembling body into his arms, trying to apply enough pressure on her wound but crimson just kept flowing to the ground, steadily forming a pool of red around them. She’d run into the line of fire as he shot at her kidnapper. Why did she do that? Why? He racked his brain for a tangible reason but came up empty. Next to her was the masked kidnapper, they called her The Mistress. He had heard tales about her horrible doings since he'd been a tween, each one more fearsome than the last yet here she was, fallen by a mere bullet. She was dead. “Kila!” His father's men called from behind and he whipped around to see Maxim holding onto his bleeding neck. Apparently, the Mistress had decided his father would be her last victim.
“You are more like a pirate than an actual cop,” Junnev sparked after Burkely ended the call. “I am retired, Kid. Besides, all my years of following the law and reporting everything I saw left me without a wife, a roof over my head, and eventually a Jobless alcoholic with no future except nabbing one man.” “That's…” “Pathetic, I know.” Burkely fished out another stick of cigarette. “I'm a living, breathing bundle of addiction!” Burkely finished his tirade with his arms spread apart– eagle form on the sidewalk with a wide smile, pasted on his face as horns blared from vehicles passing by them. Junnev tugged his hands down and hissed through clenched teeth, “Control yourself, Old man. We don't want to draw any unwanted attention to ourselves.” Burkely shrugged out of Junnev’s hold and glared up at the kid, “Don’t call me an old man. You know my name, so use it.” “I'll call you whatever the fuck I want since you are the one who keeps forgetting,” Junnev responded with angry sparks
Something was wrong and Doc was certain, it had something to do with Josephine. The Dukes couple and their men were currently situated close to the bushes, away from the main road. Their men were well hidden with their guns and rifles in the surrounding bushes while waiting for the signal from their bosses who were inside a parked reporter van down the road. Doc was furious, anxious, and more so, scared as she got out of the van and paced down the length of the road. She tried again and again to get a hold of Jeremy Vongov but his line was switched off. “I told you we shouldn't have trusted him.” Will quipped from the back of the vehicle. “This is no time to point fingers, Will. Something bad has happened and we need to do something.” “How about you get Mallory and Kendrick and their friends involved? Get them to track down Jeremy.” Doc turned away from her husband, “It's too dangerous Will, why’d think we've been knowingly throwing them off course? Our hackers will easily h
“There was something in the air,” Jeremy thought to himself as he stalked to the back SUV where his father was already seated. Maxim looked composed and rather cheerful as he watched his son get into the vehicle from his side eye. “I told you no one was to touch her,” Jeremy growled in a chilling tone. “Oh, stop your grumbling, we have a big day ahead of us.” Maxim waved him off and grabbed the glass of vodka on the armrest, taking a healthy swallow. Jeremy schooled back his features and settled for a stiff smile, “Yes, we do Father.” “Good,” The vehicle sets in reverse and slowly pulls out of the driveway then it accelerates as the driver moves down the road and silence settles in the vehicle. Jeremy uses the quiet to finalize his plans by sending out a few texts and receiving a confirmed reply. “Tell me boy, how did your talk with the redhead go?” “That's none of your business.” “Humor me.” Jeremy locks his phone and focuses on his father, “Why do you care?” “Because yo
JOJO'S POV The truth hurts, doesn't it? Jeremy steps into the room right after his father slips out and goes into a full-on wrath when he sees me in chains and I want to slap him. I want to punch him so hard in his nutsack that he feels something's wrong down there each time he takes a step. Motherfucker, I want to stump on his ugly heart and crack it into a thousand tiny pieces. Pieces so tiny, they'd be impossible to place back. I want to break him. So badly it hurts to sit there quietly and do nothing. Which is what I’m doing when the chains are finally gone from my wrists, instead I ask, “What happened when you were eight years old?” He stiffens and his eyes turn into a void. “Jeremy?” I call but it's like he can't hear me. “Jeremy?!!” I call louder, shaking him a little. “Uh, Josephine?” “I asked you a question.” I probe, not letting up. His eyes harden to black stones, “It's none of your business.” “Of course it is, I want to know how you came to grow up in Ameri
Maxim Vongov Maxim's teeth grounded to his jaw as he realized how much time, his son had taken. It was time to make the trade and Jeremy was nothing if not time conscious. The kid was getting sloppy. He watched from the monitors as Jeremy kissed his girlfriend goodbye and left the room. Maxim turned to Yuri, “Make sure he's detained properly.” “Another safe house?” “No, he'll come with me but I want him restrained, twice as much as before.” “I'll get it done, boss.” “I want an audience with the girl.” “I'll arrange it, boss.” “Good and make sure my son doesn't know about the little visit.” Yuri nods his acquiescence just as Jeremy bounds into the room and Yuri subtly leaves. “To what do I owe this pleasure, father.” Unsurprisingly, his bastard of an heir didn't look very happy to see his father after locking him up in a house for more than twenty-four hours. “Did you tell the girl?” He bares his teeth at his father, “That has nothing to do with you.” “The fucking ingrat
JoJo's POV I wake up in his arms, feeling the warmth of his body heat fanning against my skin. His breath is shallow but when I crane my neck to see, his eyes are shut. He's asleep. I need to pee, so I try to untangle myself from his arms but they only tighten around me. “Whereareyougoing?” His deep voice is a gruffy rasp and I feel its feathery weight on my skin as he rolls us to the other side of the bed. “I need to pee!” I whisper-yell, squeezing my sore thighs in impatience. “Okay, okay.” He begrudgingly lets go of me and I slap his chest before I scurry over to the bathroom. In my birthday suit. At this point, I can't be embarrassed about rushing off to the bathroom barebacked with him in the room. Not after he’s fucked me ten ways to Sunday. I bend over to pee and I realize Jeremy cleaned me up earlier and that single thought has me holding onto my chest and hyperventilating in the kitchen sink. What does this mean? Why did he clean me up? Does this mean we're togeth