"I am tired" she said in a voice choked with tears, "I am so tired. I want you back."Her free hand came over her face and she wept, shoulders shaking terribly, her heart in a shattered mess. Her hand holding his grasped tightly, feeling, remembering the many times he had held her hands, and she wept even more."I want you back" she cried amidst the tears, "Please, King , please... Come back to me."He heard... And so did the shadows that lurked in the darkness.*Joan watched Koty come up to them. He looked more handsome each time she saw him. He was working out, she noticed as she examined his dressing; his armless v-neck white shirt that clung tight to his skin accentuated the growing muscles under and the muscles on his exposed arms flexed with each movement he made; he had on grey shorts and a bandana was tied around his black hair and his look was perfected with the cute smile he wore. He strode to them, hands in pocket."Girls." He greeted when he came up to them.The girls bei
"I am a mother. I know you have feelings for her, I don't know how deep but it's there."He looked down at his feet, twisting his lips. Just great, he couldn't just hide his feelings well."I need you to use your affection and care for her to draw her out of her shell, I need you to make her smile even more at you and forget her pain, I need you to be a consolation to her. I won't mince words, I need you to make my daughter fall in love with you."*Joan opened the drawer and the note stared back at her. She could recite the numbers off hand. She had warned King not to call the number, after all they had kidnapped him and hit him but... What exactly did they know? What was so important that they needed King to call them before they acted?She shut the drawer and moved backwards until her foot hit the bed and she sat down on it tiredly. She had not even pulled off her white gown and taking a shower seemed like hectic work.Barr. Winnows...She turned to her side and stretched until she
You know my name already, Charlene and please do not add those miserable prefixes, just Charlene." she introduced.He stared at her, feeling a sense of dread wash over him. She had that mischievous look in her eyes and that horrid smirk on her red painted lips, plus the after tingles that refused to leave his skin from her touch and he knew he was in a whole lot of expensive trouble.*"Come on, Victor. You have guests." She said in a cheerful tone then circled him and opened the door, now on his left hand side. She guided him out, holding his hand instead of his arm. He cursed silently, letting her lead him through the brightly lit hallway, gleaming floors and panelled ceilings with at least three paintings hanging on the walls. If they...whoever kidnapped him, planned to use her as bait to trap him, fool him... He cursed again as his hand tightened around her small ones and a sudden surge of protectiveness washed over him. He towered over her, her golden blonde hair just hovered sli
Wipe your tears, Jack and clean up your wound, we have to up our efforts and find Victor. I won't kill you for your act of disrespect, you'll suffer the pain as your punishment; you killed Stacy, I didn't; your careless killed her."He nodded, glaring at Victor with as much venom as he could muster, "I killed her but not with my hands. I hope you 'fall in love' someday, Andrew, I really hope you do and when you do, I would be there to remind you just how weak her death will make you feel."*Their mouths melded together, cool and soft at first then hot, burning flaming hot, and quick; fast paced, like it was going to be their last. His hands went round her waist, her tiny waist; he didn't want it to end, he wished it would last forever. They only broke apart when the elevator bell dinged. She pushed herself away from him quickly and they stared at each other, both breathing heavily.He blinked, his brain clearing and he licked his lips. What the hell just happened?He held her hand an
"So nice to meet you brother, I've heard so much about you!" He exclaimed, looking and sounding his age for once.He stood awkwardly as Alistair who reached him halfway up his chest, hugged him tightly.Isla, Frederick and Luca all had smug looks on their faces while Charlene had the most shocked look in her face.This boy, his brother from another father, Alistair, just tried to kill him and was now hugging him?!*The tension in the air could be cut through with a needle. They were all seated on different couches; Isla and Luca together and the rest of them separately while Charlene stood like the obedient maid she was, stiff and unblinking behind Isla and Luca's couch, directly opposite his.He moved his eyes to Alistair, "Don't you dare, ever, tamper with my dreads and beards again." he warned icily.Alistair's eyes widened then narrowed arrogantly, "You looked like a slave brought out from the deepest of jungles, I had to have them chopped off...and where's a thank you for saving
"Be gone."He had been too occupied, suppressing his jealousy and hurt and betrayal and anger from radiating off of him, that he didn't notice the scared looks Isla and Alistair sent him or feel the bad omen of the future days.If he had, he would have beaten all odds and murdered Luca straight up.*He spent a month, a damned month in the darkest prison in Luca's mansion or rather his family's mansion, the Kings mansion.He was fed only once a day, he trained for eighteen out of twenty four hours in a day. He had the most brutal trainer, the infamous Ruzael, he sustained as much injuries as the punching bags he used for training.No one was allowed to see him or they just didn't see the need to visit; Alistair being the only exception. He came down to him everyday and when he left, he had to try not to rip out his mouth and eyes.Charlene never came down; she was a maid anyway plus she would be enjoying Luca's company too much.When he finally came out after a month, he spent another
"Do not test my patience, Ms. Charlene". He spat, gripping the steering wheel tightly that his knuckles ached.She faced him her face expressionless."Di not test mine too, Mr. Victor. You better start this car and get us out of here before one of Luca's men discover I am missing and comes search for me and trust me nothing you speak will get you out of the mess you'll be in; I would definitely win a plaque if I entered the film making industry." She smiled, "so drive now, will you?".*They had been driving for over two hours yet they hadn't come across any town or house; highways and bushes had been their companion...and also silence.Charlene was presently humming a tune nonchalantly to herself and he had to force himself not to snap at her to keep shut. He was sure she had a personality disorder; one minute, she was pleading with him meekly with tear filled eyes, the next she was blackmailing him with mischievous eyes. One moment, she was kissing him with hunger and passion; the n
Luca grabbed it immediately; Alistair, Isla and Frederico peeking in as Luca played the tape.They watched Vincent stalk into the garage, obviously angry and to the Jeep assigned to him. They watched Charlene enter in her work attire and follow after him slowly. They watched Vincent enter his car and Charlene enter after him and watched many seconds later as the car drive out of the garage and out the mansion huge gates."Who's the damned guard that let them out!" Luca shouted furiously.When no one responded, they all looked up.The guard was gone.*"Oh no...." Alistair growled in his deadly voice that one would never recognize as that of a 14 year old. The rest of them knew what was coming."Alistair wait..." Isla called grabbing hold of his arm. He shoved her away roughly and stalked away, suddenly seeming big and threatening despite his small stature."Luca call him to order!" Isla shouted, her eyes wide and fearful. Not those innocent guards, maybe not innocent, but Alistair had