The meeting was forever adjourned. What was the point of continuing when I had just been fired? No one dared walk into my office after that. I wrecked my hand through my hair for the millionth time. I just knew this was not the only punishment I would receive, I knew Storm had more in store for me and I couldn’t help but pale. Too many problems found their way to me and soon I could not process any of them. I was stuck and I didn’t know how to pull myself out. The scene played over and over in my head, thinking of the war I had nearly brought to life. Why had my father threatened war from my disappearance?I never thought it would all get so messy yet there was no way I would have gone home Friday night after everything I went through, after seeing Storm with that woman. Leaving had been the best option for me yet, still, I clawed at myself for all the chaos it had erupted. A knock came at my door, snapping me from the document I had been reading for the past hour. This was my la
BRANDY’S P.O.VFor so long I was in peace but then suddenly I was in a car. It sped off the road, hitting the barrier to flip. I tried to scream but I couldn’t. I tried to free myself but my limbs were heavy, unmoving. The car rolled down a slope and I screamed so loud until it hit ground and I drifted away into the darkness.I snapped out of the dream to find myself hanging from my car seat.A loud heave escaped, scraping the seatbelt, trying to unclip it but it was stuck. I began frantically pulling with no success then the car jerked and I fell off a cliff with a loud scream pouring from me.My body jerked and once again I was in the car but this time I wasn’t al
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STORM’S P.O.V.“I just came from the meeting with the Prestos. You should have been there.”“I am busy, father.”Between the mafia business, the company, and the whole Brandy fiasco, I was far too stretched and soon I would burst.“Are you still busy investigating? She is a whore, shocking I know, but there is only one end for her. Her father has been told, you need to stop wasting time and kill her. Loyalty is our number one rule.”“You did not dare!” I hissed out, straightening from the seat I had been leaning on.“It’s been a month Storm. I gave you enough time. Stop wasting time and actu
BRANDY’S P.O.V.I woke up to a sponge bath the nurses were giving me yet even with them done I still smelt like smoke, still felt dirty in many places that they had not dared touch but could I blame them, I wouldn’t either if I was them.There was no joy. There was no sadness. There were no tears. I was just an echo of what once was. All I did was blink, lying there to rot as life went on without me.Sleep soon took me away after a few hours of blinking and even my dreams were vacant of life. Even in my dreams death clung to me, dark vacant space where I couldn’t even scream.Pain shot through my body immensely and I embraced it because it was a relief to feel something after being numb for so long yet the pain soon turned gut wrenching.
“Miss Brandy.”I looked up from one of the books that had arrived for me a few weeks back. I had no interest in them until the doctors took me off the heavy drugs. It felt like being free after being buried alive. The color returned around me. Even the pain was appreciated. I didn’t want to go back there again even if it meant dealing with my fear, my heartbreak, my depression, and sadness. I would take that over the numbness that slowly sucked the life out of my soul.“You are going home today.”Bittersweet news. I did not know how to react. I guess, home was better than the hospital, locked in this room alone. I stared down at my bandaged leg and arm. How would I cope at home, alone, with my burns?I had seen them, they were third degree burns, horr
“I have not been in this room in years. My son had the audacity to ban me from his room, in my own house!” A distant voice came as my eyes peeled open. I turned my head, a lot of light pouring in through the window. “This has to go, we have to do it before he arrives.” It was the best sleep I have had since forever. I blinked, feeling so comfortable, so warm. “Look at these curtains. It’s a crime. Come on, call Cole, he needs to get here soon.” If only I could close my eyes again and just drift away but as I tried, it was clear sleep had left me. I peeled my eyes again, seeing the large white ceiling. The room smelt so good and a familiar scent clung to my nostrils. It was in the sheets. I looked down, seeing a large grey duvet that I wanted to snuggle in forever. It felt as if it was massaging my whole body. I was in awe. No longer did I smell of smoke. I felt clean, proper clean.“Where am I?” “Oohh dea
STORM’S P.O.V.“Sir, your arm.”I scoffed, turning away from Amar.Damon was naked, body covered in long lashes, blood seeping from the gashes created by my whip.I didn't care that my arm burned and surely bled, soaking the bandages. I didn’t mind that my burned skin was opening new wounds from me flicking my arm so aggressively.A loud angry growl escaped me as I continued whipping this scum. I wanted his skin to peel, I wanted him to writhe in pain.He heaved out and I pulled back, staring at his face which was clean of all the wounds inflicted on him.His teeth were clenched, eyes staring at me with determination. H
I won't lie, I was very anxious as we walked through the grocery store with Blue in Samantha’s arms. It did not help that she acted as if he was a toddler, pointing things and telling him what they were. Did she know he was only one and a few months old? It did not bother her at all that Blue seemed less interested, staring at anywhere but where Samantha had pointed. Should I have felt guilty for the thoughts and emotions I was feeling? I still could not decide. We moved on in the large store, sure I would have gotten confused and lost long ago if I had been alone. The shop seemed to have everything and some of the items were even in bulk. A young man was assisting us, pushing a large trolley which was already full. Maggie was taking charge of this shopping adventure. While the men were out shopping for Javier’s tools, we were doing grocery and supplies. I did not know what Hendrix had said to Maggie before we split apart but I guessed it was the spending budget because Maggie was g
Four bedrooms, two and a half baths with a large kitchen, a living room, a dining room and a laundry room. There was no denying it at this point. Hendrix bought this house. I did not even know how to react, just struck and not sure how or when I would recover. The house was furnished, but with just the basics, no deco. It was gorgeous though.I could not stop myself from seeing the potential after decoration. The rooms were spacious and charming with iron bed frames and white sheets. I was in awe, as if they bought everything from antique stores. I found myself absorbed in the tour, even pulling from Hendrix, running my hand through everything. The house was cleaned, no single spec of dust, not that I was checking. Everything was warm and cozy. I tried to listen as they told us the history of the house but found myself spacing out in awe. “Ma’am, is it okay if I hold onto Blue while we walk around?” The younger woman suddenly asked, shocking me out of my daze. I stopped, lookin
Hendrix pulled up into something called a drive thru thirty minutes later. I could not help push up to stare as he put an order in. It was a few minutes to one and the hunger had begun clawing its way up. My nerves had my hands shaking and I pretended to be checking on Blue as a way to make myself busy. Blue was deep asleep, that still did not keep me from running my knuckle down his cheek. `We drove around the establishment, my interest peaked as I analysed everything. Hendrix paid then moved to the next window where they handed him a large paper bag. He turned and handed it to me. I quickly pushed forward to take it, sitting back down and placing it on the mat to turn again, taking another paper bag which was quickly getting wet. I set it down, the car moving again. I turned, looking around to see that we were leaving. “Please pass me the bottle of water,” Hendrix said, having me open the paper bags until I saw the bottles of water, giving him one then taking out the others and st
By the time I stepped out of the bathroom, fully dressed in the luxurious suit shorts and a sleek top with sandals he had bought me, Hendrix sat on the bed, Blue in his arms, having pulled on a hat on him. He was whispering something to Blue and Blue had a firm grip on his ear which should have been painful with those sharp razor nails. Blue lulled his head back which had Hendrix quickly push up while moving his hand to ensure that Blue did not break his neck. He groaned after because Blue had latched on his ear again with more force than before. I had never seen Blue that active. A part of me wanted to rush in and rescue Hendrix but found myself glued. What I did not expect next was a chuckle from Hendrix. He was not angry. He did not forcefully pull Blue’s hand away. He leaned in closer while Blue pulled. I was in shock, they must have given Blue something, this was my first time seeing him in such a manner. “Okay, I apologize,” Hendrix said, chuckling again as he carefully put
I woke up with a start, wide eyes staring ahead only to collide with nearly silver orbs. My breath froze along with my heart while my mind tried to process what was happening. Hendrix froze too before he moved again. Something was being tucked around me and my body was quivering. It was after a few seconds that I realized I was cold, my teeth chattering. A thicker blanket was draped over me which Hendrix also tucked around my body. I couldn’t stop my wild eyes, my teeth soon chattering. Fuck, it was cold and I could hear the patter of rain outside. In the next second I swear I died as Hendrix got on the bed with me. I felt as if my head would explode. He pulled me to him, seeing nothing but a white shirt covering a wide and beastly chest. I did not even have time to panic as he brought me to his chest. My face was pressed against him, arms bent on my side, forced to grip his sides. God, what was happening? Then I took a deep breath and lost my mind. His cologne attacked my nostr
My head was throbbing after hours of lectures and lessons. To say the pediatrician was livid was an understatement. The tongue lashing I received was well deserved. My child was malnutritioned, and unvaccinated. She even asked if I hit him, if I ever abused my son. I shivered even recalling the question. “If it were up to me, I would be calling social child services.” She had spat out before leaving after packing her gear away. She had thrown me one last dirty look, pushing her large glasses up her nose then marched out. The nurse in the room had just been as stiff as I was. I did not deserve to cry over it and make myself a victim. Every word spat was correct. I was grateful for the lessons the doctor gave me and the products she recommended. I had everything written down and prayed I would not forget the paper with all the information. The room was dark, it was probably late at night. Blue had woken up and after a long check up, had fallen back to sleep. The doctor had warned me
Ruth’s P.O.V.I slipped into consciousness to be met with silence and emptiness. I knew I was heavy on painkillers but could still feel the echo of pain. I blinked the fatigue away, staring up at the white ceiling with memories flooding into my head. My heart tightened with each memory strike. The beeping had me turn my head to the heart machine, watching my heart pump. I was tired, feeling heavy, and cloudy. My head finally turned to the bed next to mine, more like a cot. The baby heart monitor showed that Blue was alive, his heartbeat steady. I shifted, and swung my legs off the bed to the cold floor. I gripped my heart monitor and wheeled it as I walked around my bed to my baby. The room was small but clean and neat. I would never know how to thank Hendrix. He saved us. I swallowed, not wanting to go back to the night. I reached the cot and peered in. Blue had a heart monitor connected along with a drip which had a solution dripping into his system. His chest pushed up and down,
HENDRIX’S P.O.V. ‘The first son can’t have tainted goods so I am left drawing the short end of the stick.’ I could not shake that thought away days after being forced into this situation. It left a bad taste in my mouth. How easy it was for the responsibility to be thrown at me after her parents stated that she had a child. Their exact words were ‘She is ruined, she is tainted, and has carried another man’s child’. How could a man utter such words about his daughter? I turned, not that I was any better. The groan nearly escaped as I forced my eyes to stay closed, trying with everything in me to at least get two hours of sleep. If I wasn’t thinking about one of the very worst days of my life, ‘my wedding’, then my thoughts ran back to how baby Blue was barely responsive. The scene would haunt me for months. The way his body was so hot as if he would erupt. Holding them in my arms, both of them seeming to be at death’s gate, would haunt me.I shook my head once again, internally groa
I drifted into consciousness, every part of my body aching. My eyes were swollen and burning. Rubbing them only made it worse. My head was pounding, a groan escaping my lips as I pushed up from the awkward position I was in. ‘What happened?’ I pressed my hand to the side of my head as if that would make it hurt less. I turned, the room so dark. I pushed forward to turn on the side lamp. I was still in my clothes, I must have passed out. Then it hit and I turned so fast my waist nearly snapped into half. Wild eyes scanned the bed. My heart stopped and I swear I died for a second as my eyes lay on bed. Blue had fallen over from the position I had sat him in. He lay on his stomach. I jumped and picked him up only to gasp, his body burning hot. He was as light as a paper and as I turned him, I found his face red, eyes closed, a trail of tears left on his cheeks. “Blue?” I placed my hand on his chest and shook, getting no response. No. No. No. He was too light, his head rolling bac