I slowly start to stir, groaning as I roll to my side and rub my eyes. As I pull back the curtains to my glassy, tired irises, I take in my surroundings and sit up.
This isn't my room.
My brows furrow as soft sob escapes between my trembling lips. All the emotions I felt before I passed out, come crashing back like a Tsunami slamming into the shoreline, eradicating everything in its path.
A lone tear rolls down the side of my cheek and I violently wipe it away with the back of my hand. I am on borrowed time, I don't have the luxury to sit in this bed and cry over my son. My tears are better spilt when I have him in my arms.
I throw back the sheets and exit the room, wandering down a hallway as I follow the sound of voices speaking in hushed tones.
They lead me to a large door that has been left ajar; I stand next to it, attempting to maintain silence while listening to what they are saying.
"Are you sure he is your so
Two days later...I sit next to Aydem at his large conference table as he addresses his staff and goes over the new design of his shoe.These past two days have gone by quickly in a blur. If someone was to ask me what I had eaten for dinner last night, I wouldn't be able to answer them because I don't remember.Shit...I can't even remember if I did eat.[My love?] "Askim?" Aydems honey-coated voice breaks through my trance and pulls me back to my demise of a reality.I tilt my head to the side as I look up at him. His eyes are full of concern as he frowns."Are you alright?" He asks me discreetly, placing his large hand on my upper thigh and giving it a light squeeze.I sniffle, "Yes," I lie through the skin of my teeth.His eyes narrow into thin slits along with his desirable lips. "Everyone leave, now." He says in a rough tone not to be questioned with.Everyone that sits at the ta
An hour or two ago, I was threatened to sit in the back of Jacob's black Mercedes-Benz. After he had forced me into the back seat of his sedan, he forced me to conceal my eyes behind a black silk scarf. Plummeting me into a world of darkness. Imprisoning me in my state of fear without a sense of where he is taking me. [It's a shame you've become a traitor to our family, Mila.] "È un peccato che tu sia diventata un traditore della nostra famiglia, Mila." He said, taking my chin in his hand as his grip tightened he snarled. "Such a waste of a beautiful woman." He clicked his tongue. I swallowed thickly, "The men in my family would have never raped me." I said with bitterness. "Or stood by and watched as Trent cruelly objectified me in front of hundreds of men through a live stream. I bet your mamas would be proud of the men they raised!" Excruciating pain suddenly spread across the left side of my face. The bastard had
His cock brushes the side of my cheek as a sickening sound of a skull-cracking fills the air. I fall on my ass, and his large body falls on top of me. Crushing me. I scream, trying my best to push his limp body off me and slowly start hyperventilating as I become paralyzed with fear that he is going to crush me to death. [Treasure?] "Tesoro," A raspy voice calls out to me as a loud clanking sound of a shovel hits the ground. Ace! "A..Ace," I cry out, "Is that you?" [Yes] "Si, it's me. You have to be quiet or they will know I escaped." His voice sounds strained and full of tormented pain. Jacob's body gradually rolls off to the side of me and the whole time Ace is pushing him, I can hear him groaning like he is finding the last ounce of strength to push Jacob off me. I roll over to my side, coughing and I glance back over my shoulder to look at Ace. "Thank-" The words f
No one tells you that your life can change within a blink of an eye, by meeting the wrong man, making one bad decision or doing what you believe is right, but typically turns out to be the complete opposite.They say when life gives you lemons, make lemonade...Whoever came up with that quote needs to be uppercut.How the fuck can I make lemonade in the predicament I now find myself in?No, fuck that and fuck the lemonade.What you need to do is, throw those damn rotten lemons back into the face of life."Well, angel?" Castello hums, bringing me back to my cruel reality."It's not easy trying to fit everything I want to say in one sentence," I reply in a snarky tone.[Still as dramatic as ever] "Ancora drammatico come sempre." He retucks the gun into his jeans, reaches over, and drags me to my feet, and I watch as Ace's lifeless body rolls onto the concrete in an awkward posture."I do
Aydems POV. I reach the ground floor, scanning the lobby as I walk out the revolving doors and into the free-flowing foot traffic right outside my company. As I unbutton my suit jacket, Gerald opens the back passenger door of the SUV. I peer inside expecting to visually devour Mila's beautiful face. "Where is Clara?" I ask him with a scowl etching deeply into my complexion and I thank the Gods that Mila's alias name rolled off the tip of my tongue so effortlessly. Gerald looks back at me with confusion, "I'm sorry Mr Burak, but, Clara has not come out of the building." His voice is full of apprehension. I turn around and look back the way I just came. "I told her to meet me downstairs. I thought she would have been here by now." I mutter with annoyance as I shake my head and pinch the bridge of my nose. This is not the moment for her to desert me. Essentially, after she has just provided a significant piece of inform
My toes sink into the scorching black sand, and I groan with the slight pain that's left in its wake with each dreadful step I take. The air smells of saltwater, seagulls fly above me squawking and the drumming of merciless waves breaking against the shoreline fills my ears. It's a perfect scenery for a summer's day. Only it's not summer, nor is it anything close to a perfect day. Guilt bites at the edges of my heart. If I had simply kept my mouth shut, the Russian family's princess would still be alive, and I would not be the one dragging her lifeless body along the hot sand that burns my bare feet and soul at the same time. "I suggest you put your back into it and hurry up if you still expect Sandro to be alive by the time we return to the bach," Castello mutters, flicking his zip lighter open and shut as he casts his gaze out towards the ruthless ocean. I stop pulling on the princess's feet wiping the beading swe
I observe a faint shadow cast over me as I hide my head with my hands and crush my shaking body against the tree. A growl that I am all too familiar with fills my ears and my heart sinks. [How the fuck did this bastard find us?] "Come cazzo ci ha trovato questo bastardo?" Trent grounds out through gritted teeth as he yanks me to my feet. I scream when my back collides with the tree trunk. He holds a knife to my throat, and his bruised face is only a whisper from mine. "Today we will both die, Mila. Your precious Ace is dead, you will be next and Aydem will be assassinated by the Bratva. They have been informed that the Turkish fuckers slit their princesses throat while she slept." He says grimly. Trent twists his neck to the side, looking into the distance of where he believes the bullets are soaring from. I close my eyes, wishing I were somewhere else except here. With him and with the knife's blade pressing firmly
I wait for the knife to make contact with my chest and pierce my heart, which is hammering relentlessly. My rapid breathing drowns out the sounds in my immediate vicinity.I feel Trent's body leave mine.The weight of my troubles is abruptly lifted from my torso and I can take my next breath with ease.Long and deep which fills my lungs with salty air.I open my eyes and shock washes over me as I watch Aydem dragging Trent across the sand with his forearm wrapped tightly around Trent's throat.Aydem releases Trent, shoving him forward.Trent staggers forward until he regains his balance. He turns to confront Aydem and is surprised to see him lunge forward and tackle him to the ground. He lets out a loud grunt as Aydem hits Trent in the face with his closed hand.Aydem does it again and again, and the horrific sound of flesh smashing flesh surges through the air between us with each time his knuckles make contact with