CHAPTER TWO
“Did you just say five thousand?” I stutter, scratching my neck in confusion. “Yes, that's your part of the money he is paying.” she frowns, looking at me like I am stupid. My part of the money is five fucking thousand. So in total he is paying fifteen thousand just for a night with me. I am so confused. How rich is this guy? If I do this, that money will take me a long way. I could pay my bills and still have some cash left long enough for me to find an actual job. My head is spinning. If I don't do this I would probably die because I can't afford my drugs, food or water, but if I do this I can take a break from stripping and find an actual job. I mean it's just a night, and I would probably never see him again. I really need this money. I take a deep breath. Desperate times call for desperate measures. “I will do it.” I murmur, turning to look at Madame who has been staring at me with a bored expression. “Good. Go get changed.” she instructs, and goes back to her computer. I hurry back to the changing room, and look for something sexy to wear. I bet it is some old bag with an endless pot belly, and decayed teeth. I sigh. I need to just get this over with. Standing in front of the mirror for the second time this night, my eyes look dull, my body is dressed in a black lace bra with black garter belt topped with a black lace panties then net stockings finished with a black heel. My hair is packed up in a tight ponytail, my face caked with makeup. Madame walks in, her hands behind her back. She runs her eyes over my body then nods before dropping a quick compliment. “Looks good.” That is as far as a compliment I will ever get from her. Madame saw me crying my eyes out at the hospital because I couldn't afford my drugs. She offered me this job at the time I was a desperate freshman drowning in debts I had taken to be able to pay for my surgery. So I took the job at first as a booker because it paid more, but as soon as I paid off my debt I stopped and stuck to being a stripper only. “Good luck.” she nods, and walks off. I sigh. I really need that good luck. Lord help me to be able to withstand an ugly fat fool tonight. The door to the private room creaks open as I walk in. The room glows with neon light. The king sized bed at the end of the room is adorned in white sheets, a large couch is in the middle of the room. My breath hitch at the figure laying effortlessly on the couch. I recognise that build. What I thought would be an old fat fool turned out to be the blued eyed man at the club earlier. His eyes rake my body from my legs slowly to my thighs, pussy covered in a tiny lace up to my belly button then to my boobs where his gaze lingers before he looks at my face. The way he stares at me, his iris dilated makes me unconsciously push my thighs together trying to soothe the dull ache that arises there. Wetness pools between my legs just from his gaze. His body is draped lazily on the couch, legs spread wide apart with one arm slung over the couch. The confidence is staggering. “Come here.” His voice is deep, sultry like he is in a trance. It makes my body shake with desire. Ever so slowly I stride up to him, standing in between his open legs. He tugs my hand sharply, making me fall into him, my ass directly over his growing bulge. “I didn't pay for you to stare at me. Get on your fucking knees, and suck me off.” he growls, his voice harsh. Usually men speaking to me in such a manner annoys me, but now hearing him say it makes my pussy get wetter. I drop to my knees, my eyes unable to move away from those beautiful blue ones. I trail a finger over his cock through his pants, a barely there groan leaves his mouth encouraging me to move on. In the past I never cared enough to want to pleasure them, I just laid there letting them use me, but strangely I find myself wanting to please this blue eyed stranger in front of me. I tighten my palm on his cock this time a groan leaves his mouth. “Such a little tease ain't ya?” he hums, biting his lips. A small smile makes its way to my lips as I unbuckle his belt. I tug the waistband of his pants down. His cock springs free from his boxers standing proud, and erect. Oh my goodness. It's huge, and thick. Will this even fit inside me? “I will make it fit.” he grunts. His fingers wrap around my throat, pressing down slightly so I am not choking. He leans over his face directly in front of mine, he trails his thumb over my lips. I take a sharp breath as he takes off my bra with only one hand then cups my left boobs, twerking the nipple between his thumb and forefinger. “Yeah, you like that hmm?” He murmurs, his lips peppering kisses along my jaw to my ear down to my neck where he sucks hard. My back arch at the sensation that runs through me, it's something I haven't felt before. His palm in my throat shifts, tugging my hair hard earning a moan from my lips. My pussy is dripping at this point, and he has barely even touched me. “Are you going to stop being such a tease now?” “Yes.” I gasp, my thighs pressing together to get some sort of release. “Uh huh.” he tsks his right foot pushes my legs apart as a whimper leaves my throat. “Do as you are told only then will I consider touching you.” he pauses, raking his eyes over my body once more. As if not satisfied a sharp sound fills the air as he rips my panties apart. The move is so sudden, so hot it has me panting. Deciding to listen to him, I take his cock into my palm as he groans loudly, throwing his head back. That encourages me, using my thumb I rub his precum over his length and start stroking. He thrust his hips into my palm urging me to move faster. I have to use both my hands because of how big he is. The sight of his cock in my hands is so tempting I follow my urge and swipe my tongue over his top to taste him. Not too salty or sweet, it tastes just right. A deep groan leaves his mouth, “Fuck yeah. Take it in your mouth.” he urges. His breathing quickens. I do as instructed, taking his whole tip into my mouth and suck. He bucks his hips causing him to slip deeper, making me gag. “Breath through your nose, and fucking take more.” he grunts, his grip on my hair tightening tightening. I swipe my tongue over his tip, bobbing my head up, and down, taking more of him as I do. My palm strokes the rest that I can't fit into my mouth. I hollow my cheeks as I find a pattern I like. Swipe, suck, stroke. I am not an expert in giving heads, but the groans, and grunts leaving his mouth tells me I am doing something right. His foot in between my legs moves slightly rubbing my clit. My body jerks at the unexpected move. “Just like that baby. Faster.” he groans. I move faster, bobbing my head faster as I stroke him. My moves become sloppy as I can't seem to get both my hands, and mouth in rhythm. As if he senses it, his next words have me nodding in relief. “I am going to fuck that pretty little mouth of yours, and you are going to take it like a good fucking girl, yes?” I nod, earning a grunt from his parted lips. He bucks his hip up, pushing his cock further into my throat. It hits the back of my throat, “ Fuck baby, you feel so fucking good with that mouth of yours wrapped around my cock like a filthy whore.” His dirty words go straight to my core. The heat in between my legs becomes too much and I start grinding on his leg. “Look at you. Such a desperate little slut. You are dripping without me even touching you, you want me so bad you can't help but to grind my leg, eh?” he groans. Blue eyes piercing into mine as I grind his leg, him fucking my mouth. His legs tighten, he begins to thrust faster into my mouth, my throat squeezing him as he does. “Fuck. You feel so good. I am about to cum, and you are going to take every damn drop of it like a good girl, yes?” He doesn't give me time to respond as his hips move forward spilling into my mouth. I swallow, loving the taste of him. He tugs me up, hoisting me up. I wrap my legs around his waist, he walks over to the bed throwing me down. I bounce on the bed. He leans over, trailing kisses from my legs to my thigh up to my pussy. He moves further up avoiding the place I want his mouth to be. His kisses continue up my belly button to my boobs, staring at my very hard nipple he groans. “My turn.” he says, then latches onto my nipple like a starving baby. My back arches off the bed, my finger finding its way into his head as he palms my other boobs, twerking the nipple like he did before. “Oh fuck.” I don't recognise my voice anymore. The feeling is intense, his mouth on my nipple sucking, tugging, biting as his hand works on my other nipple is too much. I moan, writhe beneath his touch completely at his mercy. His other hand moves down the side of my belly then palms my pussy. “Oh my goodness, fuck.” I gasp, grinding my pussy on his fingers. The feeling is too much, I need a release. “Such a needy little whore.” his hand leaves my pussy only to come back down in a light slap. It sends pain through my system, but the pain is enjoyable as it has me moaning. His thumb rubs against my clit, my hips move automatically to meet his fingers. “Please.” I beg, my breath coming out in my pants. “Please what baby? Tell me what you want.” he taunts, his thumb still on my clit rubbing but not enough. “Touch me please. I want your finger inside me.” I beg, rolling my hips. He pushes two fingers inside me at once, pumping them in, and out as he keeps working on my boobs. “Oh yes. Right there.” I moan, moving my hips as he pounds his fingers into me. “Say my name. Leonardo.” he orders, his lips leaving my boobs to my neck. “Oh Leo please. Fuck me Leo.” I beg, my legs shaking from too much pleasure. “As you wish.” he rises up grabbing his discarded jeans to take a condom out. When did he undress? Before I can ask he is slamming into me with a long hard thrust. A scream tears out of my mouth at the unexpected force. He grabs my throat, his hand lands a hard smack on my ass. I moan at the pain his palm leaves, arising sweet pleasure in its wake. “Fuck. Such a desperate whore,taking my cock like it's made for you.” he growlsCHAPTER THREEThe night wind whips past me, spreading my hair around. The feeling of the wind calms me as I walk home with my heels in hand. I left the club in such a hurry that anyone who saw me would think I was crazy. I didn't want him to come out of the shower, and come find me. Who am I kidding? I'm just a whore, why would he even bother to look for me? After all, he already got what he wanted. You do know he paid for a night, not for one round. My subconscious snark. I shut down that thought as a guilt bubble inside me, he did pay for a night. He wouldn't have paid fifteen grand just for me to run out. My legs tingle, I can still feel his cock buried inside me. The way it felt, his lips on my skin as he ran his fingers down my body—What the hell? Stop thinking about it, stop thinking about him. That was the best sex of my entire life, and it was from a hookup. I hate it, hate how I feel so dirty. I am not supposed to like the sex the way I did, it was just a one night st
CHAPTER FOUR The sound stops then starts all over again. It can’t be him. I applied for jobs so it's probably one of those. And I was right this time. It was the LG Tech company calling me in for an interview. “Ohhh!!!!!” I scream after dropping the call. I have an interview on Monday. Ohhhhhhh!!!! My feet move to the edge of the bed as I fly out of my bed in happiness. There isn't enough room, so I moved my legs on top of my bed as I jumped in excitement. Whoooo!!! *My eyes snaps open, my lips splitting into a wide smile as I giggle in excitement Without missing a beat my body moves up into a sitting position as I slide around my room in joy. “I got an interview ohhhh, amma got a job ohhh. No need to fret any more because finally something good is happening.” I sing out loud, moving my body around as a teardrop down my cheeks. I move about once more sliding to my bathroom to shower. Standing under the shower, the droplet of water glides around my body as my tears disapp
CHAPTER FIVE Aww fuck!! Why does it have to be him? They say the third time is never a coincidence. Staring at me with deadly eyes is none other than the blue eyed man that I had sex with last week, the same man I ran away from that same night and the same fucking man I smashed his car today. Is the universe against me or something? “What are you doing here? Don't tell me you are the interviewer?” I ask, my eyes widen the size of a frying pan if not more. I know I am exaggerating but still. He leans back in his seat, a smirk curving in his lips as he drops an even bigger bomb, “I am not just the interviewer, I am the CEO of Leonardo Geal Technology.”Ahh fuck, how I am even sure he is the CEO? “Say my name, Leonardo”His words from that night come back to haunt me. My eyes widen as I remember his name, Leonardo. I stare at the golden pate tag on the table, it has Leonardo Geal written boldly on it. There is no way he is going to hire me after running away from him that night
Chapter 6LEONARDOI am a man who believes in a few words. I don't have the energy to say more than ten words, and still be interested in the conversation.Unless it's about business. I can't hold a single conservation without wanting to slam my head into a wall. Yes, I am that anti-social. Yet here I am, provoking her to speak so the interview can last a little longer. What happened to me? I have no idea, but I like our conversation a lot so I keep it going. I could see all of her expressions, every curve and dip of that luscious soft body. The same body I ravished, but not fully before she fled. Remembering how I felt when I walked into an empty room. My jaw tightens as I glare at her, she owes me. Just one taste of her wrapped around my cock, the feel of her lips like it was made just for me. Her soft skin, she is so fragile I could break her with the snap of my fingers. So innocent, but she really isn't else she won't be working as a whore.Despite that knowledge I want t
Chapter 7OLIVIA'S povI stare at the man seated across from me. His words, so sharp, linger in the space between us, daring me to challenge him. But how can I? Leonardo exudes a confidence that borders on arrogance, and it leaves me flustered in ways I don't want to admit.Especially when he looks at me like that."What do you mean I owe you a night?" I snap, my voice sharper than intended, but it's the only way I know to mask the sudden warmth spreading across my cheeks.He leans back in his chair, his dark eyes gleaming with amusement. "Exactly what I said." His lips curl into a smirk that makes my stomach tighten and my temper flare simultaneously.I press my palms against the desk to steady myself. "I don't recall agreeing to anything.""Oh, but you did," he counters smoothly, tapping his temple with a long finger as though reminding me of a debt I'd forgotten. "You walked out on me that night, Olivia. I'm simply collecting what's owed."The memory of that night burns at the for
Chapter 8OLIVIAWorking in Leonardo's office was both a blessing and a curse. A blessing because it was a step up from the life I was trying to leave behind, and a curse because he was always there. Watching. Talking. Testing me with every word that fell from his perfectly sculpted lips."You type like you're afraid the keyboard might explode," he said, his voice breaking the silence yet again.I looked up from my screen, my fingers pausing mid-stroke. "Excuse me?""Your fingers barely graze the keys," he continued, leaning back in his chair with an infuriating smirk. "Are you afraid of breaking something?""Some of us prefer precision over aggression," I shot back, my tone as cool as I could manage.He chuckled, the sound low and rumbling. "Precision has its merits. But sometimes, Olivia, a little force gets the job done faster."I tried not to let his words affect me, but my cheeks betrayed me, heating under his gaze. "I'll keep that in mind," I muttered, returning to my work.Mi
OLIVIA"Be ready by 9." his text threw me off. Ready for what? I wondered, my doorbell rang and I went to check it out. "Who's there" "You have a package ma'am" A delivery man stood there with a box wrapped in a pink ribbon when I opened the door. He gave me the box and asked me to sign which I did, then he left. I took a peek inside the box and saw a gorgeous black dress and pieces of jewelry. My eyes went to the note there, 'A Business Party, Dress to impress 'The sleek black car pulled to a stop in front of the hotel, a glittering venue. People in dazzling gowns and sharp suits milled around, their laughter and conversation blending with the flash of cameras. I stared out the window, already feeling out of place."Don't just sit there, Olivia," Leonardo said, his voice as smooth and commanding as ever. "We're already late."He didn't wait for my reply, stepping out of the car with the grace of a man who owned every room he walked into. I fumbled with my clutch, trying to compo
Chapter 10OLIVIA'S Pov I couldn't stop thinking about the dance.The way Leonardo's hands had felt on my waist, the way his eyes had burned into mine, it was maddening. Even now, as I trailed behind him through the crowded ballroom, I felt like I was walking in a daze."You're unusually quiet," he said, glancing over his shoulder."I'm fine," I lied, plastering on a smile."Fine?" He stopped suddenly, turning to face me. His voice was low, his eyes sharp. "That's never true when a woman says it.""I'm serious, Leonardo," I insisted, forcing myself to hold his gaze.His lips quirked up in amusement. "If you say so."He didn't push further, but the intensity in his eyes lingered as he led us toward another group of important people. I fell into step beside him, tuning out the introductions and polite small talk. My focus was on keeping my composure, even as my thoughts swirled with confusion.Why had that dance affected me so much? And why did I feel like Leonardo knew exactly what he
Chapter 159: Growing TogetherOlivia's POV"Mommy! Can I go play outside?" Lily's voice snapped me out of my thoughts.I turned to find her standing by the back door, already in her sneakers, her backpack slung over her shoulder as though she was ready for an adventure."Did you finish your chores first?" I asked, raising an eyebrow.Lily made a face but nodded. "Yes, Mommy. I made my bed, and I put away my books."I smiled. "Alright, go ahead. But make sure to stay close, okay?"She grinned and ran outside, her blonde hair streaming behind her. Ethan, who had been playing with his toy cars on the floor, looked up at me."Mommy, can I go outside too?"I knelt down to his level, brushing a stray curl from his face. "After breakfast, sweetie."He pouted but nodded, his little lips pulling into a tight line as he held up his toy truck.I went back to the kitchen, turning off the stove and preparing to set the table. Just as I placed the last plate down, I felt a pair of strong arms wrap
Chapter 158: A Life of LoveOlivia’s POVThe afternoon sun filtered through the trees, casting soft golden hues over the yard. I stood by the kitchen sink, watching through the window as Leonardo played outside with our daughter. Their laughter echoed in the crisp air, blending with the rustling of leaves.She sat perched on his shoulders, her tiny hands gripping his hair as he ran in circles, pretending to be a horse.“Faster, Daddy!” she squealed.Leonardo groaned dramatically. “Princess, Daddy is getting old.”She giggled, tapping his head. “No, you’re not! You’re strong like a superhero!”I smiled, my heart swelling.This was our life now. Simple, filled with love.No more running. No more looking over our shoulders. Just us.I wiped my hands on a towel and made my way outside. The air was crisp, the scent of pine and fresh grass wrapping around me.Leonardo spotted me first. A slow grin spread across his lips. “Look who finally decided to join us.”Our daughter gasped. “Mommy,
Chapter 157: A Love That LastsOlivia’s POVThe sound of soft laughter echoed through the cabin as I stepped into the kitchen, rubbing sleep from my eyes. The morning sunlight filtered through the windows, casting a golden glow over the wooden floors. The air smelled of fresh coffee and something sweet—pancakes, maybe.I followed the scent, my heart warming at the sight before me.Leonardo stood at the stove, shirtless, wearing only loose pajama pants. His dark hair was still tousled from sleep, and the muscles in his back flexed as he flipped a pancake with effortless ease. But what made me smile the most was the little girl sitting on the counter beside him, her tiny hands clapping together as she watched her father cook."Again, Daddy!" she giggled.Leonardo grinned and spun the spatula between his fingers before tossing the pancake into the air. It flipped twice before landing perfectly back in the pan."Like that, princess?" he asked.She nodded enthusiastically, her brown cur
Chapter 156: EpilogueOlivia’s POVThe mountain air was crisp as I stood on the wooden balcony, gazing at the endless stretch of pine trees below. The sun had just dipped behind the peaks, painting the sky in shades of orange and pink. The wind whispered through the branches, carrying with it the clean scent of rain and earth.It was quiet here. Peaceful.Safe.For the first time in months, I could breathe without fear coiling around my throat. The Russo family was gone. Matteo Russo was dead. The house, the network, the legacy—destroyed. Harris had confirmed it with photos and reports. There was no one left to hunt us. No shadows lurking behind cameras. No footsteps echoing in the night.Leonardo stepped onto the balcony beside me, two mugs of coffee in hand. He handed me one, then wrapped his free arm around my waist, pulling me into his warmth."Thinking again?" he asked softly.I leaned against him, feeling his steady heartbeat through his sweater. "Always."He kissed the top
Final Chapter(155)Leonardo’s POVThe sharp sound of footsteps echoed through the stairwell as Olivia and I sprinted toward the exit. Smoke burned my throat, and every muscle in my body screamed for rest, but we couldn’t stop. Not now. Not with Matteo Russo closing in.We reached the ground floor and burst through the emergency exit into the alley. The cold night air hit me like a slap. I scanned the shadows for movement, gun raised. Olivia stood beside me, her eyes wide and wild.The phone in my pocket buzzed again.Another message.“You can’t run forever.”I gritted my teeth and shoved the phone back into my jacket. "He’s playing with us," I muttered.Olivia’s voice shook. "He’s just a kid, Leonardo.""No," I said, scanning the rooftops. "He stopped being a kid the moment Victor put a gun in his hand."She hugged herself, shivering. I placed a hand on her arm, grounding her. "We end this tonight.""How?" she asked.I didn’t have an answer.The phone buzzed again.I hesitated, then
Chapter 154Olivia’s POVThe smell of smoke lingered in the air as I stood beside Leonardo, staring at the burning ruins of the Russo compound. The flames crackled, devouring the walls, the floors—everything Matteo Russo had built to continue his father’s legacy.But the weight in my chest wouldn’t lift. The fire might’ve destroyed the compound, but the memories remained. The sight of Matteo’s small body hitting the floor haunted me. His lifeless eyes. The blood spreading across his shirt.He’d been just a boy. A boy raised to hate, to kill, to continue the twisted family tradition. And Leonardo had been forced to pull the trigger."Olivia," Leonardo said softly, his voice pulling me from my thoughts.I blinked, realizing I’d been clutching my arms so tightly that my nails had dug into my skin. I loosened my grip. "Yeah?""We need to go. The police will be here soon."I gave a shaky nod.Leonardo took my hand, guiding me toward the car parked beyond the tree line. The headlights wer
Chapter 153:Leonardo’s POVThe photograph of the baby lay on the table, the words "Blood runs deep" scrawled across the back in thick red ink. Olivia sat beside me, her eyes locked on the image as though it might come to life. My own thoughts churned like a storm, each one darker than the last.Victor Russo had a son. An heir. A child born into a legacy of violence and manipulation."We didn’t know," Olivia whispered, voice trembling. "We thought we ended the family."I ran a hand down my face, exhaustion pressing against my skull. "Victor always had contingency plans. We underestimated him.""But how?" she asked. "We dug into every aspect of his life. There was nothing about a kid.""Because he wanted it that way." I stood and paced the length of the living room. "Victor was always obsessed with bloodlines. Family. Legacy. Of course, he’d hide a child until he was ready to use him."Olivia rubbed her arms. "He looked so...calm. That boy at the door. Like he wasn’t scared at all.""
Chapter 152: LEONARDO!Leonardo's pov.The timer stopped at 00:59.Olivia dropped the knife and collapsed against me, sobbing. I held her tightly.Harris groaned. "Did...we win?"I glanced at Victor’s body. His eyes stared blankly at the ceiling."Yeah," I said. "We won."Harris’s team arrived within minutes. They removed the bomb and secured the mansion. Harris, bruised but breathing, sat on the porch while medics checked his vitals.Olivia and I stood nearby, watching the sunrise paint the sky in soft oranges and pinks."It’s really over," she whispered.I wrapped my arm around her. "This time, it is."She leaned into me. "No more running?""No more running," I promised.The Russo family was gone.And we were finally free.Olivia’s POVThe morning sunlight crept across the horizon, casting a soft orange glow over the Gael estate. The warmth should have brought comfort, a sense of peace after the nightmare we’d survived. But as I stood on the porch beside Leonardo, the weight of what
Chapter 151:Leonardo’s POVThe headlights sliced through the dark as I sped away from the cemetery, my knuckles white against the steering wheel. Olivia sat beside me, silent, her body rigid with fear. The message on my phone echoed in my mind:“The devil doesn’t die.”Victor Russo was alive. Or someone who looked and sounded exactly like him.I didn’t believe in ghosts. But I knew the Russos were capable of almost anything. Victor had faked his death once already. Why not twice?"Leonardo," Olivia said softly.I glanced at her, her face pale in the dim light. "Yeah?""How...how is this possible?" Her voice cracked. "We saw his body. We saw the coroner’s report."I didn’t have an answer. I’d held Victor’s cold wrist to check for a pulse that day. I’d seen the bullet hole in his forehead. But tonight...I’d seen him standing beneath the trees, breathing, smiling."We’re missing something," I said finally. "Something big."She hugged herself. "What if it really was him?"I gritted my t