MELISSA'S POVMy new world was completely different from my old one. No one drank a good old beer anymore. Now I drank things I couldn't remember the name of while I sipped around a colorful umbrella and fruit on sticks. My tight dress with diamonds hanging around my neck made me miss my favorite pair of jeans. All the women wore vibrant colors and had perfect hair, while the men wore five piece suits and had enough hair gel in their hair to start the building on fire. There were no men covered in tattoos sporting leather MC cuts. There were no good tunes blasting from the speakers, and there definitely weren't any Alexander Smith's around to sweep me off my feet.Nope, instead I got the man walking toward me in his grey five piece suit, perfectly tousled hair, and a clean shaven jaw.Milo walked toward me with a shit-eating grin on his face. "You look miserable," he growled so only I could hear him."This dress is strangling the breath from my lungs," I whispered back."Don't worry.
.When I tried to go around Milo, he stopped me with his arm around my waist."Where do you think you're going?" His voice was laced with venom, making me shiver."I was going to go take a bath and get out of this stifling dress." But when I looked into his eyes, I knew that the words he spoke earlier in the evening were He didn't say a word as he crawled between my legs, pushing the many layers of my dress upwards. Grabbing my waist, he stuck his thumbs in my lace thong and tugged until the delicate hip straps were torn in half. I let out a squeal as I looked down to find him behind forward to lick seductively up my clit. I sucked in a sharp breath, angry that my body reacted positively to his strokes. I was about to come to fruition.With clouded eyes, Milo lifted me over his shoulder and carried me up the flight of stairs where his bedroom was. He roughly dropped me on the bed and tugged his tie the rest of the way off."Milo," I breathed as panic filled me. My heart and soul hate
MELISSA'S POVSitting on my balcony the next morning, I sipped on a hot cup of coffee while smoking a cigarette. "Smashing Pumpkins" played loudly from inside the condo as I stared out over the city. This was the only time I was allowed to be myself without anyone telling me it was wrong. My hair was pulled back in a ponytail and I didn't have a lick of makeup on, my tattoos barren for the world to see.I stared out over Memphis for a moment longer, wondering what it would be like to walk down the streets in my leather MC cut, blonde hair blowing in the wind, and my biker boots clomping on the cement sidewalks. Would anyone notice who I was?Probably not.My daydreaming was cut short when the blaring music inside my condo went silent and an angry-sounding Milo echoed out onto my balcony."What the fuck is that racket?!"I continued to stare straight ahead, not a single fuck given as I heard Milo enter my bedroom and finally out onto the balcony."What the fuck?" He reached around and
"Stop fucking around and put on your headphones."Damien laughed as he reached forward and took his while I grabbed mine. A few moments later, the music blared into the headphones and I began to sing my part.I watched as Damien kept his eyes down and his foot tapped to the beat. But when his part came up, he looked up and locked eyes with mine as his mouth touched the mic and magic came from his lips. I was in a as I watched him rap his lyrics. When the part came for both of us to sing in unison, I couldn't stop gawking at him.The music cut and Milo's voice roared through the speakers. "Earth to Mia! What the fuck are you doing in there?"I shook my head, looking away from Damien. "Sorry, let's roll it again."And that's what Johnny did as the music began in my headphones once more.After I hung my headphones up, I felt Damien wrap his arms around me as I froze."Great job. Can't wait to hear the playback." He stood up, opening the door behind him."You, too." I followed him out loo
MELISSA'S POVI had never felt my heart drop so hard in my life as I jumped off of Damien and covered myself with a couch pillow. Milo sat in a chair in the corner of the living room, watching us intently."Milo," Damien covered himself the best that he could with his hands, "we, um..."Milo eyed Damien skeptically, a wicked smile tugging at his lips. "Well, don't let me ruin your good time."I was terrified as dark scenarios kept running through my thoughts of what Milo would do to me the moment Damien left.He was an evil son of a bitch, and I knew he wasn't happy.Damien looked over at me with a confused expression before he stood up, but Milo jumped up and reached into his pocket. In three steps, Milo was in front of us with a gun in his hand. He pointed it at Damien as I shrieked, making him sit back down."Dude, what the fuck?" Damien croaked. "What the..." he looked over at me as my own fear gripped my chest.Milo waved the gun to get Damien's attention again. "You two were in
"Careen..."A moment of silence filled my hearing before a rustling sound crackled through the line."Melissa?" Careen's voice hushed through. "Melissa, is this really you?""Yes..." I sobbed, unable to control my emotions. I didn't know who else to call."Holy fuck! Where have you been?! Where are you now?! The club has been losing their fucking minds trying to find you!" She went silent as I continued to cry. "Melissa, babe, where are you?"Panicked, I pulled the phone away and hung up. By the hushed tones of Careen's voice, I knew she was trying to be quiet for a reason. She didn't want them to know who was on the line and that fucking terrified me even more. They were losing their minds trying to find me? I could only imagine how pissed they were. I couldn't tell Careen where I was because the club would come for me. They'd take me out and bury my body in an unmarked grave. I've seen it done before. It was what we did to traitors, and I was traitor number one.Eighteen months. Tha
**TRIGGER WARNING** This chapter, you guys, gets VERY dark. I've cut out one part of it, but the abuse is descriptive. Please read at your own discretion. You have been warned.MELISSA'S POV Sitting in a cocktail bar down the street from the studio with Milo, I sipped on a too-sweet cosmo and cursed. I would die for an ice cold beer right now. Lord knows I needed several."You sounded good today," Milo stated as he stirred his whiskey on the rocks.I nodded. "Thanks," I replied softly, afraid to speak much louder as usual. He had completely diminished me to nothing.Milo scanned the crowd before us and then smiled at a man who was staring over at us. Or rather, staring at me."He wants you."Glancing back up, I followed Milo's gaze to a man in his late thirties, wearing a grey suit. He looked like the lawyer type and it made me squirm in my seat. How was I supposed to reply to that? He wasn't my type, but as I looked over at Milo, his stone expression frightened me."What do you thin
Frank shrugged as Milo pointed toward the living room. "We'll do it in there. That's where she likes it." He grinned at me as I swallowed back the bile rising in my throat.Walking into the living room, Milo gripped my arm tightly and pulled me along before he shoved me further in. "I have something for us all to share." Milo grinned as he pulled out a small bag with small blue pills in it from his front pant pocket."Is that X?" Frank eyed it with curiosity as Milo nodded. "Sweet. I haven't had that shit since college!"My entire body shook as if it were frozen to the core, but it wasn't chilly in here at all. I hadn't done ecstasy in years and knew what it would do to me. Instead of screaming on the inside and wanting to slit both of their throats, the drug was going to put my mind in a fog as my body became a sex-machine. I was going to enjoy it if I took that little blue pill and I didn't want to.Milo opened the bag, handing each of us a pill. I didn't take it from him at first u