It's been a few days since we got back from Zain's crib. Days since Zain got arrested. Days since we sent in a mountain of evidence against him in Jaxton's name. Days since the IDP sent a message to summon Jaxton back. Days since Jaxton had remained unconscious. I have practically moved into Jaxton's safehouse. I have been the one taking care of him since he was brought back here in the pool of his own blood. I gently laid Jaxton on his bed, tucking the blankets around him to keep him warm. I took a damp cloth and began to wipe the dirt and sweat from his face, careful not to wake him. As I wiped away the grime, I could see the scratches and bruises on his skin, and my heart ached for him. I found a bandage and began to redress his wounds, taking care to be gentle and thorough. As I finished tending to Jaxton's wounds, I pulled up a chair and sat by his bedside, keeping a watchful eye on him. I could see his chest rising and falling slowly, his breath coming in a steady rhyth
“We have to elope from this city.”Jaxton was standing by the window, his hands in the pockets of his pants, his back a little hunched. I like such sights of him standing by the window of our room like a guardian watching over the universe.“This city reminds me of nothing but pain and a lot of silly things. Things I’ve done and the one other have done to me. Wicked things done for the sake of influence and power.”He pulled a cigar to his lips. I didn’t see that coming. He was holding it in the crisp of the fingers of his right hand. He wouldn’t quit smoking for anything, even in his present condition.I walked over to the window side and hugged him from behind. My lips braced his neck from behind, and my hand wrapped around his waist. Yes, the city has a lot of odd memories, and I always wish I could ever in my life find way to flee from the glare of the city, but to think of his telling me he wishes to flee the city his cartel rules at the moment, is something my mind will never t
Just like yesterday, being auctioned, being sold to the Lord of the devil himself.Humiliated, rejected and life triangle accompanied with it. The feeling of self winning a life for my children. I'm the the mother who never leave all odds for survival. I fought way beyond my imagination, especially for my children and now when I thought I'm happy and self contended with my new path of life.He returned. His back.That fateful day, I was on my way to the airport when someone shouted my name and ran towards me. It was Jaxton! His eyes still hold that dark man I ever known, his pride and ego spurring at his face but something was amiss. He smiled at me with mix of fears and anxiety. He rushed and hugged me tightly, never ready to let go of my grips. I do not know what that means but something is wrong somewhere."You still smell very nicely!" He whispered to my ear and it sent cold shivers down to my spines with little mix of sexual fantasies.I remembered the old days when he could fu
“Fifty!”“Fifty and half!”“Fifty-five!”For heaven’s sake I was being priced like a common commodity.What sort of a father would have his daughter auctioned to raise money to pay up his debt?Mine had got me auctioned, to raise some money for his debts to the casino, and he had merely invited me to his so-called birthday party, but the birthday party now turned into a sales game, to this very extent of having me auctioned.I wanted to flee from the hall, but he had earlier asked me to stand there, on the podium, where everyone can see me, described me, my features, and what have you, and then made it clear that I would be given out to the highest bidder.When on earth did, I become such an asset, that I would be sold off to the league of old gamblers and Italian mafias who had gathered in the hall, that celebrate the new age of my father who was heavily in debt.Gosh!I had my eyes on the doors.I wished the light would go off, and if ever it would be that gracious, I would flee fro
FREYAEverybody turned to him.They were a pile of noise makers, but the young man who just walked into the hall startled them with the figures he pledged.He was tall and handsome, and his hair was short and blonde. Clad in a tuxedo and a black glass, his mafia status was not hidden.I knew he was one of them, with the way he uttered the price, and the manner with which he had exercised patience.“Can you repeat what you said?” the fat guy said with his eyes on the young fellow who just stroke the big deal they were not able to hit.“Shut up and let the rich do their thing.” The young guy said and strutted up to the podium, on which I was standing with my father sitting beside me.“I’m buying her for two hundred million dollars. I’m not prizing.” His eyes were calm, but not as calm as one would think.There was fire in those calm eyes, and that fire was the sort that would consume me if I get handed to him.He was brave, and probably richer than everyone in the hall.Maybe he owns a
FREYAThe trip wasn’t a long one, but we didn’t go home to his place.The driver had stopped at the hotel down the road, and we alighted.We had come with a three-car convoy. I didn’t know that until we stepped out of the car, because I was pushed into one of the cars earlier, and I didn’t have time to look through the window and see the cars running after us.From the three-car convoy, emerged some men in black suit, all armed with big riffles.I had been sold to a rich and powerful mafia, but he was surprisingly younger than the big mafias I read on in books and watch in movies.The only thing he had in common with the mafias I knew was his choice for few words.He wasn’t a good talker, and he was as mean as a tiger would be when it hunts its meal. Here, I was his meal, and he was the tiger, and as the deer that had been hunted and was to be fed on by the tiger, I ought not to see the tiger smile.I followed them into the hotel without protesting, because I knew that asking question
FREYAI was woken by a buzz, and the rays of the light of the sun on my face.It was a different room. I could tell that because the bed had no poles like the one, I was tied to the previous night, and the walls bore no whips and BDSM stuffs in the red room I was tossed into and roughly fucked.I sat up on the bed, and with a little blur, I searched the corners of the room to know if I would see the devil, Jaxon, nestled on one of the sofas in the room, but just then, I only realized that was massive, and it had a massive connection to another room, and a massive door that leads to a massive balcony.He wasn’t here in the big room with me, but I could see traces of smoke escaping the room next to the room on whose bed I was sitting.I looked at myself and my eyebrows went up on their own. I knew we had something last night, and I was supposed to be stack naked, as he did the good of taking off my clothes and now I was clad in a see-through linen.First, the room is not the same room
FREYAMy legs failed me.They stopped going back to where they came from, as his eyes rested on me in that dare devil manner.I’m not the devil here, but the devil himself was daring the courage that made my legs step away from his sight.He sucked hard on the cigar trapped between his lips, and let the tobacco-rich smoke into the air, making the sight of him blur for a second and clear off in the next second.He was such an addict. A slave to the habit of smoking, and the habit of torture sex. I could see his craving in his eyes, like that of a shark to the smell of blood in the ocean.He relaxed on the sofa on which he was nestled on, doing his smoking bidding.“Don’t stand looking at me, come here.”His words were supposed to be harsh, because his tone was harsh, but his voice turned out lovely to my ears, such that I wished he would whisper into my ears with that voice of his. My legs, once again, betrayed me. They conveyed me to him, but in a much slow manner, because the mind w
Just like yesterday, being auctioned, being sold to the Lord of the devil himself.Humiliated, rejected and life triangle accompanied with it. The feeling of self winning a life for my children. I'm the the mother who never leave all odds for survival. I fought way beyond my imagination, especially for my children and now when I thought I'm happy and self contended with my new path of life.He returned. His back.That fateful day, I was on my way to the airport when someone shouted my name and ran towards me. It was Jaxton! His eyes still hold that dark man I ever known, his pride and ego spurring at his face but something was amiss. He smiled at me with mix of fears and anxiety. He rushed and hugged me tightly, never ready to let go of my grips. I do not know what that means but something is wrong somewhere."You still smell very nicely!" He whispered to my ear and it sent cold shivers down to my spines with little mix of sexual fantasies.I remembered the old days when he could fu
“We have to elope from this city.”Jaxton was standing by the window, his hands in the pockets of his pants, his back a little hunched. I like such sights of him standing by the window of our room like a guardian watching over the universe.“This city reminds me of nothing but pain and a lot of silly things. Things I’ve done and the one other have done to me. Wicked things done for the sake of influence and power.”He pulled a cigar to his lips. I didn’t see that coming. He was holding it in the crisp of the fingers of his right hand. He wouldn’t quit smoking for anything, even in his present condition.I walked over to the window side and hugged him from behind. My lips braced his neck from behind, and my hand wrapped around his waist. Yes, the city has a lot of odd memories, and I always wish I could ever in my life find way to flee from the glare of the city, but to think of his telling me he wishes to flee the city his cartel rules at the moment, is something my mind will never t
It's been a few days since we got back from Zain's crib. Days since Zain got arrested. Days since we sent in a mountain of evidence against him in Jaxton's name. Days since the IDP sent a message to summon Jaxton back. Days since Jaxton had remained unconscious. I have practically moved into Jaxton's safehouse. I have been the one taking care of him since he was brought back here in the pool of his own blood. I gently laid Jaxton on his bed, tucking the blankets around him to keep him warm. I took a damp cloth and began to wipe the dirt and sweat from his face, careful not to wake him. As I wiped away the grime, I could see the scratches and bruises on his skin, and my heart ached for him. I found a bandage and began to redress his wounds, taking care to be gentle and thorough. As I finished tending to Jaxton's wounds, I pulled up a chair and sat by his bedside, keeping a watchful eye on him. I could see his chest rising and falling slowly, his breath coming in a steady rhyth
" Undress," Zain ordered the moment we got to his room. I stand there just mopping at him. He glares at me, impatient. " Are you daft?" I turn my back to him. " I need help to get this off." He scoffed. " Don't bother." He drew me to himself and palmed my breast through the corset. He pulled it down with his strength and my breast sprang free from their constraints. I do my best to hide my disgust as he licks his lips in anticipation. He was just about to cover my left nipples with his mouth when we heard it; a gunshot. Zain steps back from me, a confused look on his face. " Stay right here," he told me, moving to the door of his room. I listen to see if he will lock it with key, but he must have been in a hurry because I don't hear the sound of the key turning in the key hole. In your dreams. The moment his footsteps recedes, I move to his wardrobe and grab the first hoodie that I can get my hands on. Picking up a pair of scissor, I do a good job of using it to get the
" Are you sure you want to do this, Freya?" Percy asked while still helping me get dressed. I was on my way to Zain's crib. I had a talk with Sarah after my talk with Jaxton, and it turns out that her brother had helped her escape but had not been able to do himself. According to her, he was most likely being held captive in the basement of the crib. She had drawn the blueprint of the house for me in Jaxton's absence, pleading with me to please save her brother. Jaxton had wanted to wait until the day of his auction, be had gotten information that Zain would be holding a auction soon; it turned out that it was even Zain that had suggested the auction to my dad. Sarah had panicked though when I told her that we plan to wait until the auction day to raid Zain's crib. She had said something along the line of her brother not making it until then. Since I know Jaxton would not be in support if I told him, I decided to do this without him. It was going to be a covert mission and I would
Jaxton shaked his head. " It's not as easy as that, Freya."He paused before continuing. " Getting to you wouldn't have been the top priority, Freya. They were really more concerned with getting those dogs arrested than setting your free. I... I.." He took a deep breath. He looked up and the vulnerability I saw in there had me taking a step back in shock. " I just wanted to get you away from those dogs, Freya, I swear."I could feel my eyes start to well up with tears. If that had been his intentions why had he become one of them? " Funny how you got me away from the dogs and became one yourself," I accused. If I thought he had looked vulnerable before, he looked worse right now. He looked broken and I could see the gulit and shame shining in his eyes brightly. I looked away determined not to let those eyes get to me. " You took exactly what you were trying to protect and in the worst way possible." My voice cracked and tears rolled down my cheeks, some trailing into my mouth. The
I froze.No matter how much I will my feet to move and turn around, it wouldn't obey. I knew why. Not only was there supposed to be no one else here, there is also the fact that I have just a towel wrapped around my chest. Worse, that voice was very familiar. I could guess who was standing behind me, and even though I had plans to talk to him later on, he was the last person I want to see right now. I force my feet to turn around and it finally opens. I turn around slowly, my eyes meeting with the golden brown orbs staring at me from the door of the kitchen. God! That gaze, I had forgotten how it felt to be it's target. I was mesmerized and at the same vein it felt like I was being undressed under it. I resist the urge to fold my arms across my body. It would look as if I was scared of him if I did that. I stand there as his eyes moves from my head all the way to my toes. I resist the urge to squirm under his astute gaze. His eyes moves away from me to look around the kitchen, and
My eyes narrows on the big Projector screen and then My driver gasps as he recognizes the face also. I glance at him and back at the screen. " Isn't that...?" He starts. "Yes, it is," I answer, interrupting him. Sandy moves to the edge of her seat. " Isn't that the coffee shop opposite Nutty's apartment?" She asked turning to Mr. Driver. He nods in agreement, his eyes also glued to the projector screen. " I knew it would have to be him," Brian chips in. " He must have realized that Nutty is poking around his business."" Does it mean that he was getting too close to the truth then?" Percy asked, glancing at me. " If he wasn't a undercover agent, I'm sure he wouldn't have mind as that would even be to his advantage. For him to want to silence Nutty, I think he might really be an undercover agent."My head was railing. I think I need another cup of coffee to be able to process this information. I stand from my seat and make my way to the refreshment table. I poured another cup of co
We had spent the whole of yesterday and the next gathering a lot of information. While Percy had been able to get us information on Zain, there were still some questions that I wanted answered. I think Sarah would be able to answer them. It was looking like she has been with Zain for a long while now, the information she has on that chip dates back to a long time ago, too. Sandy and my driver had spent the whole of the two days getting their hands on all of the CCTV cameras along the roads that leads to Nutty's apartment, and I have them in front of me right now, waiting to be attended to. They had gotten the dashcam, too but have been unable to get the cloth, apparently the police had done a good job of sweeping the apartment for evidence. According to Sandy and my driver, who I'm really impressed with by the way, there had been someone wanting for them at the apartment's garage. Apparently, whoever had taken Nutty, had used his car as bait to see who Nutty was working for. They