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
Kiara's pov:My eyes felt heavy as I tried opening them and I felt some strange pains all over me. A mixture of sweetness and wetness.Have I fallen sick? Why does my body feel heavy as if I performed some thorough job last night? I quickly arranged my hair in a bun as I tried sitting up.I felt my stomach churn and a slight pain down there, making a soft moan escape my lips.Why does it feel like my laps are burning? I felt this needy feeling against my wish.Taking my eyes toward my body, I gasped in shock. What am I doing in my birthday suit?Where are my clothes?I couldn't comprehend what was going on, I felt really confused and the strange responses my body was giving me made my heart skip.My boobs felt heavy and my nipples seemed more sensitive than ever. I grazed my tits in an attempt to inspect my nipples and check the reason for the sudden color, only to let out a soft moan.Surge of electrical current flowed down my spine at the contact and I shivered with a moan.Does thi
Lucas's pov:Everyone deserves a punishment and a reward as well. Depending on the path, you decide to track.For me, punishment is a must. Since life itself can't be so promising. Punishment or reward, life moves on and that's the most important course of living.Can't wait to get to the basement, my punishment arena.I entered the basement with a smile. I love punishing traitors. After all, I don't decide their fate, they choose to die the moment they conceive such evil thoughts of stabbing my back.She was tied up in an arm chair, her messy hair evidence that she'd receive much torture.Her skin was covered in blood and bruises as well. I like-, no loved the sight of it.Ray and my loyal men greeted me with a bow as they sensed my presence.Dorothy raised her weak head slowly, the blood dripping made it difficult to see the tears clouding her eyes.I sat on a stool in front of her, legs crossed, and admired her new look."Please spare me... I'm..so..rry," She stuttered. Her voice w