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 were staring at me, tempting me to feel them again.No, I can't let her wake. One wrong move and we did be yelling at each other. I could sense her hatred even from her sleep. She'd think I did rape her.I closed my eyes as I tried forcing out the memories of what actually took place. All I remember was helping her out of the club house. She was so drunk that she couldn't even stand alone.And perhaps, we ended up in one of the rooms. It was clear the alcohol in my system had taken charge.Then the memory of last night dropped like a bomb. Such intense love making between us as I gave her my best shots. She didn't decline but instead wanted more, I can still feel the soft kisses she planted on my chest with her hands roaming around my skin. Would she believe she did all that?All I wanted was to please her, just like her sweet voice demanded. Was that a mistake?How could I let my weakness get the best of me? I was supposed to have fun watching the strippers but now, the situation was messy. Can't believe I'm in bed with a stranger! Stupid sexy bar angel!Her pleasant moans filled the room again and I didn't realize I was smirking at the thought. We did have a dark and blissful moment last night.I could feel my heart throb as my eyes roamed around the room in disbelief. Our clothes were scattered around the room and some vessels and glasses were broken. I sighed in disbelief, were we that drunk and careless? We couldn't get enough of each other.I bent towards the naked woman laying peacefully on the bed, my legs were still wrapped around her waist.She looked elegant as I admired her features. My eyes traced lustfully from her Legs up to her boobs. Her breasts were exposed and I noticed a rosy tattoo on her chest, in between her large boobs. It was beautiful, a nice craft.I glanced at her face but I couldn't see it clearly since her hair was scattered around. Her neatly trimmed hairs were now disorganized as a result of the hot night. She wasn't wearing her mask and a thought crossed my mind.I should see her face. The face of the one whom I couldn't get off my mind from the club. The one whom I ended up with in bed. The one who satisfied me like never before last night. Just her face, it's not a crime.I lifted my hands, which seemed paralyzed from last night's pleasure slowly towards her face. Just shift her hair a little and her beautiful face would come to view.I should be careful not to wake her up as well, a little peek and I can mark her face.Just then, the door swung open. I quickly used the sheets to cover her nudity. No one should see a glimpse of my woman's body.My woman? Oh God.Who dares interrupt my special moment?My devouring eyes turned to meet Ray panting. Where did he emerge from all of a sudden? Why does it have to be now?"what's it?" I glared with a whisper.He must have known I was trying not to wake her up and so replied with a whisper as well."We've found her Don, She's in the basement," he replied, still looking at me mischievously."good. I would be down in a few minutes," I replied not looking at him but at my angel."Who's she? if I may ask," he questioned curiously."I was just about finding out before you barged in. You always have the wrong timing," I frowned at him, "I just need to see her face," I stretched my hands again towards her messy hair again."don't do that." His commanding voice said. Does he realize I'm the Don here?Among my men, Ray is so concerned. He even sounds bossy even without knowing. I don't like it. Grandpa was the one who employed him based on not only friendship but trust as well. He used to work for my grandfather until 5 years ago, grandpa recommended him to me before passing away on his retirement plane. He said he can trust Ray with his life, so why shouldn't I? Trust me, the first time I met Ray, I hated him. He looked weak to me but my dad who was the ruling Mafia king then, spoke well of him too.But now, he was more like a close friend. Someone I talk to when I'm alone. Even though he was way older, like he was 45 or so, I found it easy to talk to him."why?" I really couldn't see reasons why I shouldn't see her face. I mean, the opportunity is right before my very eyes. I should know who my woman is."It's the rule. Masked night remember?" he answered nonchalantly, leaning his weight on the door frame.I chuckled, "rule? you of all people should know I don't play by rules.""Still you shouldn't. I don't think she would want that as well. Why do you think she wore the mask? If you insist, go on. After all, I'm just a mere servant," He replied in low tone still showing his disapproval, he was now standing properly, with his hands at his back.He sounded reasonable. I stared at her for a brief moment and reluctantly got off the bed.I dressed up immediately, put on my wrist watch, and I sighted a bracelet.I smirked, she should at least come find me. Without a second glance, I slid the bracelet into my pocket.I left the room with these thoughts - If you don't come for me, you leave me no choice than to find you.Now, I should visit my foe.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
Kiara's pov:The lights went on before I could blink and I shuddered, letting my bags drop on the stair entrance.Fear.Amongst other feelings, fear gripped me the most as I stared at his domineering gaze, my heart now beating inside my stomach.His appearance was all black, a black long leather shirt that covered his legs but still exposed a little view of his Cameron shoe, a woolen scarf around his head, and cocaine between his fingers as his 60 years old eyes looked at me.A plain look, that contained everything evil. Mercilessness, cruelty, death, just anything that screamed danger.One thing about Eric which it's obvious no one else has noticed, was you could read his mind by mere looking at his eyes.And trust me, right now, I know I've broken a huge amount of trust he placed on me.Maybe I was being selfish after all. My little stupid act would have put us all in danger or maybe it already did.I looked around to see the guards as well, standing at attention with chests popped
I studied her eyes, desperately seeking solace in its warmness but I'm afraid it's gone as well. That was when I noticed, not only her smile was different. Her cheerful eyes were gone, blatantly replaced with a bloodshot gaze, laced with a tint of mockery. I wanted to doubt. Just for a moment, I so badly wanted to doubt the possibility of what I was thinking, to believe I've not been a fool all these while. But I couldn't. Because it was the truth. A painful truth my brain was calculating but my heart refused to accept. 'never make friends' 'friends make you weak and distracted' 'friends are like concealed poisons, choking you and depriving you of the little air left when you need them the most' 'friends are potential enemies…..' Eric's warnings bombarded my clouded mind, making me quiver as my eyes opened to the hurtful reality. Among other feelings, I was wholesomely disappointed. My initial fear just evaporated into thin air. I stared at Emma, as my tear hormones battled
Kiara's pov:Apparently, that blatant voice had unbelievably emerged from my tiny throat, leaving my larynx quiver with penitence afterwards.Eric scoffed, rubbing his palms together furiously. He turned to walk away or so I assumed, only to attack me with another slap, completely taking me off guard.I slumped, my soft butt kissing the hard floor. My nose bled from the galling effect and a little cut disgraced my lips.I didn't realize how many pounds of breath I struggled to contain. For a moment, I wasn't quite sure I understood anything, my mind completely went blank and I could only see dancing stars.I could feel my cheeks boil red as my face heated up. He lowered himself in front of me, using his hand to assault my jaws as he pulled my face upward to meet his fierce gaze."I warned you not to make friends," He began, "must you learn the hard way? Friends aren't special. I had to kill a so-called friend of mine because he stood in my way of success!"My eyes widened as his stat
Lucas's pov: She's definitely not fine. I could still remember vividly the words Doctor Kaine had muttered to my hearing. "Her cancer is at the most deadly stage, surgery would be risky but we will try our best," He had said with an assuring smile. But I just knew it, only a miracle would save her. Why do bad things happen to good guys? Does Mia really have to suffer? Why is life so unfair?! I just couldn't stop thinking. It's been fucking 2 months since Mia was diagnosed with ovarian cancer. It's still hard to believe she actually has that, I mean, how come I didn't notice? not even a symptom? argh! I felt helpless watching her lay unconscious on the sick bed, I couldn't do anything. Life was drifting slowly away from her as each day her face turned paler. Is this the feeling when you're so powerful and rich and yet can do nothing but watch the one you cherish die slowly? is this really it? But then, I've been such an idiot. I should have noticed right? If only I hadn't been
Lucas's pov: 2 days later… Early morning, 7:45am. I stood in front of my window, hands on the blinds, watching the little orchard garden binded by iron bars in the backyard. It was Mia's suggestion since she normally felt lonely not being able to work for the gang or at the office. The soft rain drizzled on the little branches making them wet. They were just like me, lonely. Even their gardener couldn't attend to them anymore. I felt pity for myself and them. 'When did you start getting attached to petty feelings?' My dad's voice resounded inside my ear's again. In as much as I hate to admit it, he was right. I might have to let go. "arghhhh!" I banged the window hard, feeling devastated. I should stay strong and cold-hearted. That's the only way I can survive the Mafia race. The door swung open. It was Ray, with that usual expression on his face. But I don't think it's about the noise just now, there was more, because he looked like he was going to cry if he hadn't been cryi
Lucas's pov:I entered the huge library, carefully decorated with high shelves, each carrying a specific quantity of books all arranged accordingly. The room was quite spacious, rolls of bookshelves meeting the wall edges. I walked straight to an enclosed space, lifting a book from a shelf by my left, I took out a key underneath it. The key was meant for my study room located inside the enclosed door. Twisting the keyhole cautiously, a slight sound was created and I pulled the door open from outside.I walked in, removing my hoodie and placing it on the arm chair. I drew the high curtains apart, pinging each on their holders and a beautiful sunset adorned the little room. Perfect.This was my favorite place in the entire mansion. No one else was allowed inside and no one had access to it.Looking down on the books on my desk, I picked them up one by one, either turning a page or two and deciding whether to discard them or not. 'Not everything in the Mafia is illegal....And not eve
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
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:It's been 216 hours since I got here, 9 days since I last contacted Eric and four days since the fainting incident. Yet, no news. There isn't anything strange or beyond the ordinary that I had to report.Everything was going smoothly so far except the part that involves my correlation with Master Lucas Hayes. He grows more haughty and malevolent with each passing day. Always finding fault with everything I do, his harsh criticisms pealing in my ears as my broken heart continues to shatter - tripling my hatred and disgust for him.If anyone was to be blamed for my fainting scenerio, it had to be him. It's clearly his fault because I worked my bones to the core because of his high and rapacious demands.Yesterday, he returned early out of the blue and demanded his lunch be served without delay. Since I had no idea he would be returning earlier than his usuals, I wasn't prepared.I ran helter-skelter about the kitchen, trying to figure out what I should prepare before he b
Kiara's pov:Echoes of gunshots and grenades engulfed the air….Their shrill cries advanced with the choking air, unfurling chaos inside her tiny head and painfully attacking the little girl's sanity.A little girl sat helplessly on the floor, scared as she was being traumatized by the piles of human cadavers lying scattered around, amidst the fire explosion. As the environment got deeply engulfed with hot flames, so did the innocent wails increase, singing a hopeless song. She was just there, her little eyes witnessing the ugly situation. Her eyes were blinded with hot tears, just as her heart shattered into several pieces. No one seemed to have noticed her, for they all seeked solace and their own safety, abandoning the little girl at the mercy of the flames."Mom!!! dad!!!..." She wailed, sobbing.Like a miracle, an elderly man appeared in front of her, his clothes covered in blood from the shootings and war."Don't worry child, mama and papa are in a nice place," he spoke softly,
Kiara's pov:With a heavy heart, I left his room and flounced down the stairs imprecating curses on the day our lives tangled.At the kitchen I resumed my cooking tutorials, with Mama Brown handling the class. I stood beside her, carefully observing every detail she practiced.I wasn't just doing this to impress Lucas, in a way it was for my own good as well. I'd love to garnish my own meals myself as well. "Once the water is boiled, we add the per boiled rice. Check the rice at intervals and ensure it doesn't get burnt. Lucas loathes burnt meals," She warned strictly, adjusting the knobs to control the flames from the cooker.I nodded."Here, select the ingredients for tomato stew." Mama Brown passed a bowl of ingredients towards me.I collected the bowl. Taking a seat, I picked the ingredients and separated them. She had taught me the ingredients to use and I learnt that pretty fast.After selecting the spices to be used, I passed the bowl back to her and helped with chopping the v
Kiara's pov:Just as she was about to step her in, I trapped her foot with the door."Ouch!" She flinched."I'm so sorry, just give me a minute. Step back a little," I apologized, adjusting the door for her to remove her leg. I rested my head on the door, so she wasn't able to see me clearly.She grumbled and pulled her leg out. I shut the door immediately, running over to the bed to get my wig. It wasn't there.It wasn't anywhere."shit! Where are you? come out wigg...I need you…." I murmured needly, my eyes scanning the entire room like a weapon detector. Except I wasn't looking for a weapon but a fucking postiche.Frankly speaking, if I was the wig, I would rather not come out. After all, she had hurled me infuriatingly at the wall last night.After some minutes, I sighted a little ginger colored hair behind the blue silk curtains. Smiling, I picked it up, dusting it carefully as I sauntered towards the framed reflecting surface, forgetting someone was waiting in front of the door
Lucas's pov:I turned on the shower and laid in the tub for a few moments, using a mask to cover my eyes. The tepidness of the water, invigorating my bods, dispersing neutrality. After some minutes of tranquility, with my muscles and joints fully relieved, I stood up from the bathtub and covered my nudity with a towel hung at the hanger stand. But then I noticed a set of white frillies on the hanger as well.I gawped in doubt, completely baffled as to why a female undies was lying attractively on my hanger.I heaved, completely nonplussed due to the improbable sight before me. I took them off the hanger, the feel of the silky fabric on my hands sent tingling sensations over my skin.Damn!"She's so uncoordinated, but yet, she attracts me with her silliness," I smiled, closing the bathroom door.If her undies were here that meant her bag should be somewhere in this room as well. I took my time looking for it until I spotted it under the bed."Very likely of her," I sighed with a chu
Kiara's pov:He was just like Eric. The same oppugnant and ferocious nature, except he had these captivating set of eyes.Eyes that said 'yes' when he actually meant 'No'. Always setting a trap and letting you fall to it. I can't watch myself lose the fingers I used to sign the contract.I knew my moments here were like a timing bomb and I did explode the minute I got caught. Was I scared of death? Fuck! I had sentenced myself to death the moment I agreed to this suicidal mission.Through out that morning, I forced my feeble limbs to work nonstop against it's will since I couldn't imagine sacrificing a fucking finger for some heinous ass hole. By the time it was noon, I got my chance to breathe because staying in the kitchen all day deprived me of air. It was finally leisure time but not completely for me though as I still had some salient issues to handle.This was the perfect time to get my things from his room and not be caught since everyone was in the kitchen cleaning up.I hur
Kiara's pov:"What??!"My eyes almost jutted out as my brows raised high due to the illogical words that pierced into my tympanic membrane.That's totally preposterous. Lucas can't be serious. Does the everything he meant, included his meals as well?"Yes Lizzy, he made it very clear. His clothes, his room, everything single thing relating to him," She explained, as if reading my thoughts while she counted her fingers. "How am I supposed to do that? I don't know how to cook and,-" I asked, making a clear dissentment."That's why we are here; to teach you." Mama Brown replied. "Hey, you both, bring those berries over. How long would it take you two to wash it?" She nagged, questioning the two young girls."We are almost done. Just the calyxes and it's ready," Tamara riposted while Cleopatra dried the fruits with a napkin."Oh, it's here!" Florida ranted, jumping excitedly with her eyes on her phone screen."What? Your boyfriend sent you a present?" Mama Brown teased, brushing her elbo