Kiara's pov:"What are you? a friend or foe?" The unfamiliar voice repeated, this time the gruffness of his voice doubled.My heart dropped inside my stomach. I felt my breath cease at once as my soul dissipated. I knew I was guilty but was this going to be it?The moment I finally die?Maybe?"I–" I coughed and spluttered, tears coursing down my face."Be reasonable with your answer because both have consequences," He warned, shoving the pistol inside my hair.What does he mean by that? That meant either way I was already trapped."I…I'm a slave," I replied instead, closing my eyes and praying silently that he doesn't pull the trigger."And What's a slave doing here?" He asked.I tried to turn but he fixed the gun firmly on my head. "One shot and you die. Don't try anything funny, raise your hands,"I lifted my hands slowly above my head with trepidation, literally angst.No…I can't die this way.The adrenaline surging through me whispered two words - fight or flight?In my small hea
Kiara's pov:Eric was exultant to hear the news. I gave him details of everything I espied and what I think was the reason why he made such a surplus supply. He was like a hungry dog eager to eat bones which are the news I fed him. He didn't care or ask how I was coping with these whole new scenarios or how much it affects my sanity. My options never mattered then and it still doesn't.I dropped the telephone, with a sigh, disappointment laying bricks in me. I lurched when I noticed Lucas approaching me.No, not him again!!!His calamitous eyes rested on mine, perforating holes inside me. Holes repleting skepticism and hatred.I gulped, the tension in me escalating beyond restraint. His impenetrable eyes and inscrutable countenance give little away but I sure knew what would happen next wouldn't be nice."I was just making an urgent call," I explained, without waiting for him to ask. I knew he must have seen me, so lying would only increase his curiosity.He stepped closer to me, tr
Living a Rapunzel life wasn't easy, but thankfully, I've survived for 20 years. Years of Pain and Regrets. Years that made me reflect severally on the past, wishing my deceased parents were alive and wanting to avenge my parents planned demise.For the past 23 years, I've known just four rules, and I've lived by them. Making sure not to break any as my survival and safety depended on them.1. Keep your identity a secret.2. Never step out of the house.3. Never fall in love.4. No friends.These rules have become music to my ears to the extent that I dream about breaking them, and I did, unknowingly.Love is unavoidable, just like death is inevitable. Anything can be planned but not love. We just have to accept the truth and live to satisfy not only ourselves but for those we cherish as well, whether it's wrong or right as long as we can pay the price?And what if you can't pay the price? the Mafia world doesn't acknowledge shit!Now, falling in love with my greatest foe, a glamorous
Kiara's pov:6:30am.I stood near the cabinet, packing my neatly pressed clothes gently into my bag. I was done working (okay, I'm not a worker here, just someone who spent time for fun) and was finally going to quit. it's not like I wanted that but I had too.I sighed again, still arranging the clothes without giving much thought to my surroundings. I was inside a dressing room, meant mainly for strip dancers.The room was divided into portions and each portion had different paintings and circular framed mirrors in common. Also, there were drawers and cupboards where cosmetics and clothes were arranged respectively.The place was calm since I was the only one present. I decided to leave when the girls were out for practice inorder to avoid unnecessary questions. I would miss them but I had no choice.Now packing my makeup tools, I clenched my fists at the thought of going home - no, it shouldn't be called a home....I squeeze some cream on my dry palms and take one long last stare at
Kiara's pov:That was the least I could do for her. Eric would be returning by noon tomorrow from his one month trip. I have to reach home before he discovers I'm out."Thank you!! now drop the bags before you change your mind," she said with a wink and we both burst into laughter.This is why I love being here - I forget my worries and laugh like I want to.Past 9:48 pm.I was still Cautious about exposing my identity like Eric warned, that was why I wasn't a stage dancer. I didn't find the courage to do it. I might endanger myself as well in the process. But now, going to the gala with Emma meant I was walking into the world, a place I've been deprived off for too long.How do I go about this? Again, my brain ran some numerous reflex functions and I finally let out a deep breath, quietly assuring myself that it would be fine.As long as no one recognizes me, I'm safe.I didn't want to disappoint Eric but Emma wasn't just a friend either. She let me use her stuff and that was enough
Lucas's pov:Ray googled through the net and after about five minutes, he discovered a brilliant idea."Culpa strip Club has an event tonight. An anonymous Night," He read out to my hearing as he looked at his screen.A mischievous grin of satisfaction took over my lips and I nodded.A masked Night wasn't a bad idea. I could use the help of some strippers to cool off as well."Get me a mask.... inform the boys to keep watch too, that bitch couldn't have gone far." I instructed putting on my gray blazer.Let's have fun while the time flies.....~🌹~I hissed as a strong scent of cocaine hit my nostrils while alighting from my Lamborghini, I don't smoke. It's unhealthy. Ray stood aside and held the door handle firmly as usual so I could get down.I walked towards the dim lights which enclosed the inner chambers that were smoothly concealed with high dull walls. Ray had made a reservation earlier.I could detect the intense scent of raw cocaine from the hallways and each opened door disc
Lucas's pov:I watched her pass across gently or rather carefully to sit on a couch. I see what she is doing and trust me, I can't help but chuckle. Seriously?She walked so carefully as though she was stiffening her hips from moving. Who does that? Was she afraid I might stare at her hips? Though I admit she was sexy and more attractive than my stripers on natural skin, I'm not a pervert!Or am I?I had my eyes glued on her against my wish, and couldn't take my eyes off her emerald colored iris.Damn! How can one have such beautiful eyes?Our eyes locked suddenly, I smirked though I felt my heart skip a beat or was I just noticing it now? she looked away with a shocked expression. I actually caught her staring or rather, we caught each other staring.But then, she was just inches away from me, so how can I not stare?five more steps and our body did collide.I decided to avert my gaze from her and focus on my money. After all, I paid for the striping service.The dancers were seducti
Lucas's pov:Have you ever dreamt of being fucked? Perhaps a wet dream?I just had one.I lazily relaxed my head on a soft surface. It felt really comfortable like a bed, except it wasn't a bed.I could feel the warmness and softness as well, plus a person's warm breath on my head, fanning my neck.This can't be a pillow either. Pillows don't breathe.Her sweet intoxicating scent made me crave her more. I wanted to stay there for long, not wanting to wake up due to the pleasurable sensations I had felt and was in fact still poisoned with. The feeling of my cock in her made me explode in the world of erotism and I felt like I was being transported to heaven.Slowly, I lifted my lashes to meet a shocking surprise. I was actually lying in between her naked boobs and not pillows as I had dreamed.How come? What actually happened? Was all that nothing but a dream?I blinked severally within seconds to be sure it wasn't one of my wet imaginations. But it was real, her succulent rosy nipples