Dylan
The air was crisp and smelt of wood and pine from the trees surrounding the mansion. All New Yorkian nature. Well, what little the Coretti's bought of it to boost their mansion's aesthetic. I tilted my face up into the early morning sun basking in the heat. I'd borrowed a pair of running shoes and some gear from Emilia, she wasn't too happy about that but who the fuck cares. I wasn't too happy with those assholes kidnapping me so she and her entire family could suck it.
I bent down to tie my laces when suddenly the pounding of footfalls caught my attention and I glanced over my shoulder.
It was Malachai, shirtless and glistening in running tracks and a pair of headphones on. Apparently, he hadn't seen me because the next second he was colliding with my back as we both tumbled down in a mess of limbs and broken headphones.
"Motherfucker!" He winced out, rubbing his ass and holding his side sorely. "I think my ass bone just punctured one of my organs."
I pried my leg out from under him. Cursing out as a light pain traveled up my leg. "And I think you broke my kneecaps."
He gave me what I assume was an unimpressed look, he was in pain so it just looked like he was sneering. "If you're trying to one-up me, sunshine. I think lungs beat kneecaps any day."
I rolled my eyes and murmured, "But it sure doesn't beat your idiocy."
"Ouch, sunshine," He said holding his hand over his heart. "That one actually hurt. And to think, I thought you were falling for me just now."
"Har, har," I said sarcastically at the double meaning and he grinned, standing up and dusting the dirt from his tracks before he offered me his hand. I took it without thinking and he helped me to my feet.
I winced a little when I had to stand on the injured leg. Malachai looked down at my feet, eyebrows furrowed in concern. "Can you walk?"
"Yeah," I nodded. "It's not that bad. The pains actually fading." He held me up until I could finally stand on my own and the pain dwindled to a light throb.
A quiet fell between us until I looked up to find him looking at me with a perplexed look on his face. "What?" I asked, uncomfortable with all the staring.
He narrowed his eyes. "What are you doing out here? I might be wrong, but didn't Enzo say you weren't allowed to leave the house?"
Shit. I've been caught.
"Uh... I- I don't know what you're talking about."
"No," he dragged out. "I specifically remember him saying you weren't to leave the house... Maybe I should just call him and find out." His hand lowered to his pocket and I panicked. I might not be afraid of the others but Enzo terrified me. After what happened in his office yesterday, he showed me he wasn't afraid to hurt me to get what he wanted and I wasn't up to test his control so early in our 'relationship'.
I put up both my hands in surrender, not missing the twinkle of mirth in Malachai's eyes. The little fucker was enjoying this. "Okay, how about this," I say and he cocked an eyebrow.
"Oh, this is about to be good..."
I gritted my teeth. "How about you don't tell Bossman I was out and I don't tell him you ran me over."
He snorted. "I didn't run you over, sunshine. I tripped lightly over you and may or may not have broken your knee."
"That's not what Bossman's gonna hear," I sing-songed and Malachai narrowed his eyes, his amusement dropping with his smile.
"What do you mean, Dylan?"
I grinned wickedly. "Oh, nothing. Just the part of the story where you backed into me with a car, almost killing the one person he needs to get who he's searching for."
"He won't believe you," he said matter-of-factly.
"Oh, yeah?" I challenged. "There are no cameras on this side of the house and there's a security jeep right over there. It won't take much for me to whip up a story and get your ass in trouble too, sunshine." I threw his nickname back at him to piss him off and it seemed as though it was working. "Just so you know, I was the lead in Romeo and Juliet in high school, that means I can cry on cue."
He stared at me, almost like he didn't believe me and I held his gaze in return. It was a battle of wills until he cursed out. "Damn you're one evil bitch."
"That's so sweet of you to say." I put out a hand expectantly. "So... do we have a deal."
He shook his head, his amusement returning and to my surprise, admiration glinted there too. He clasps my hand in his warm one and smiled at me. "I think we're gonna be good friends, sunshine."
I looked at him strangely. "Never made a friend out of blackmail before but what the hell. Welcome to the dark side, Malachai."
"No, sunshine," Malachai said, eyes glinting darkly. "You haven't been there until now."
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We jogged silently beside each other. Each in our own heads. I found myself getting comfortable with Malachai already and I wasn't a fan of that fact. He reminded me a lot of my brother. They were both light-hearted and arrogant but had this energy that spoke volumes of just how dangerous they were if you were to get on their bad side.
I miss my brother but I shouldn't be seeing him in Malachai. That'll only make me like him and I shouldn't like him because he's one of them. And that's a big no-no in the Kidnapper-Captive Chronicles.
Fine, I thought, after I kick his ass in this race, I'll ignore him for the rest of my stay.
I jammed my elbow into Malachai's side. He swore as we bolted towards the back door of the mansion, leading into the kitchen.
"Damn, girl. The elbow! I felt it penetrate me."
I spun around to face him outside the glass doors, still panting like crazy from the run. "So you could do it to girls but when we do it back to you, it's a problem?"
"Oh?" Malachai said eyebrows wiggling suggestively. "That's the kind of kinky shit you're into, huh, Dylan? Penetrating boys?"
I shoved him away, my cheeks flaming but that only made him laugh harder. "Fuck you."
"I will not allow you to defile me with your kinkiness, Alvarez! I am not that kind of man!" He told me waving a finger in my face as if he's talking to a child.
I rolled my eyes, batting his finger away. "I know for a fact, you have more kink in you than I do in my right big toe."
His eyes sparkled and he took a sensual step towards me. "Care to find out?"
That's when I screamed. "Stranger Danger! Stranger Danger!"
His eyes widened and he was on me, his hand clamping over my mouth to shut me up. "Shh!" He whispered through his laughter. "You'll wake the others up and we'll both be screwed."
I licked his hand causing him to jerk his hand back in disgust. I smiled broadly and skipped into the kitchen. It was really early still and so, I hadn't seen any of the usual staff cooking breakfast. I went into the fridge grabbing two bottles of water and chucking one to Malachai who caught it skillfully. I took a refreshing sip, letting the cool liquid revive my fatigued muscles.
Malachai covered more ground than I usually did this morning. Even though I kept up with him fairly well, my muscles were screaming. It was more than I was used to and the sweat stains made it known too.
While I looked like a drenched cat, he looked like a sports model out for a morning stroll with barely any sweat at all.
I glared at his abs like they personally insulted me.
"See something you like, sunshine?" He taunted when he caught me looking.
"If I did, I wouldn't be looking at you," I snapped back.
"You're gonna stain your heart with all those lies, sunshine."
Little did he know.
"It's already stained," I murmured lowly.
I knew he caught that when I saw the haunted look passed over his face. And at that moment I knew he was like me. A lost soul that had a part of them taken from him— no, stolen. And there was no way we could get it back. We were souls wandering too far from redemption.
I emptied the water down my throat and went in for another one, trying to brush the overwhelming memories swiveling in my head. I needed to change the subject. I didn't like that Malachai saw me vulnerable a little. That he saw a snippet of my darkness. I can't allow that to happen because the moment I start letting people in, the moment they disappear from my life and I can't go through that heartache again. It's too soon.
"By the way," I say, uncapping my water. "I totally won that one."
"You cheated!" He accused rightly... because I did in fact cheat.
"Do you see a referee? No? Me neither. So it stands. I won and you owe me twenty bucks," I declared, holding out my hand expectantly. He slapped my arm away.
"You tripped me like thirty times on our way here. In any rule book that constitutes cheating, sunshine. Which means I don't owe you the skin on my balls."
I tsked, "You know what I think? I think you just don't want to pay up." I came around the counter so I was standing right in front of him. I patted him on his shoulder mockingly. "Fine, you can keep your money, cheap stake Mr. Krabbs. I know how it pains you to part with it."
He scowled at me. "I am not cheap and I would pay you if you weren't such a cheat." I chuckled at the last part. "I won, admit it."
My finger tapped against my jaw as I feign thinking it over. "Hmm...Sorry, I must not tell lies."
He opened his mouth to say something but that's when we heard heavy footsteps down the hall coming towards us and both our heads swiveled to the door. Malachai's eyes widened.
I didn't think twice. I ducked, tucked, and rolled behind the counter, biting my lip to prevent myself from cussing out after hitting my backbone on the leg of a stool. Malachai plopped himself on the stool I was hiding behind to conceal me, so I was unceremonially between his leg, his dick literally inches from my forehead.
The things you do to save your own ass.
The footsteps came closer. "What's up, Enzo?" Malachi said chirpily, his legs swinging and all that shit. I punched his foot in warning when it came close to my face.
He didn't like that because he actually kicked me back. Right in the arm before he stopped swinging his legs. I scowled. Fine, if you wanna play.
I punched him in his dick.
He groaned, stiffly. "Fucker!"
I smirked. Serve you right!
"What the hell is wrong with you?" I heard Enzo ask and I bit my fist to stop laughing.
"Nothing..." He got out painfully. "I... uh— I farted."
I'm wheezing!
"Okay... well... don't hurt yourself," Enzo said after a long, uncertain pause.
Tears were falling down my cheeks from laughter and if I didn't let it out soon I was going to combust.
"Anyway... I need you to check on one of my factories in Boston. I heard Doctor Ricci is getting creative with my shit, mixing things that shouldn't be mixed. I need you to remind him that I don't pay him to kill my customers with his Phineas and Ferb inventions. I want my shit straight, clean, and making me money."
I saw Malachai nod from my periphery. "When do I leave?"
"Tonight."
And just like that, all humor is drained out of me and I'm reminded of just the kind of people I'm held captive to.
Dylan I make my way up to my bedroom still in my running clothes. I drag my hand along the right wall so I wouldn't get lost as I count the doors. My room is the third door on my right... or is it the fourth? I get to the third door and grip the doorknob uncertainly. I turn and yank the door open. What I saw had my cheeks turning bright red and my eyes bugging out of my head. They were both butt-ass naked. Emilia had her legs wrapped around his bare hips. Her hair disheveled and the scent of sex hitting me hard at the door. "Dylan?" I slammed the door shut, spinning around and speed-walking to my room
Dylan Ugh! How could I want to shoot someone and fuck them at the same time? It doesn't make any sense. After my intense run-in with Enzo this morning I wonder into what could only be described as a man cave. Music blasted off of speakers I have yet to actually see. A gigantic tv hung from the wall playing Anime porno no one was watching and beer cans were littered all over the floor. It reminded me of a frat house, but instead of hyperactive jocks, there were trigger-happy gangsters in Armani suits. I leaned against the doorframe watching the boys around the pool table. Nino was pissing about his loss and Vince was casually drinking brandy as he watched them, brooding... like always.
Dylan The house is alive with people hustling about trying to get decorations up for the party tomorrow. I almost walk into some men carrying a chandelier. They didn't recognize me as one of the Correttis so I got a good word or two about how I should watch where I'm going. I just woke up so I don't have the energy to return the favor. Instead, I ignored them and just went on my way. In nothing but my pajama shorts and a thin silky robe I wandered into the kitchen. He was there, dressed impeccably in one of his many dark suits, leaning against the counter, a glass of coffee in one hand and the new paper in the other. He looks up when I enter. His dark , unreadable eyes rake over me shamelessly and my skin tingles at his attention. "Good morning," I murmured
DylanI squeeze into the black number as my nerves for tonight threaten to make itself known in the form of my retching in the nearest washroom. The dress I chose hugged my curves, not leaving much to the imagination. It was sexy and I felt confident wearing it. It made me feel as though I could take on anything.My hair was delicately styled by one of Emilia's beauticians, the same asshole who gave me bangs. My hair came to a loose knot at the base of my neck, and he allowed a few tendrils loose framing my bangs. He also did my makeup, not too glamourous like I requested. He used natural colors and painted my lips a pretty nude to compliment my dress.All in all, I hardly looked like myself.I looked over at
Dylan "What the hell was that!" Enzo roared slamming my bedroom door behind him. He'd followed me in here after the guests had trickled out at the end of dinner. His glared at followed me the entire time. I snuck out early to avoid the blowout I was sure was coming after my stunt with Nino at the table but of course, Enzo's fury has its own honing device. I gave him a bland look. "I don't understand what the big deal is. No one saw us." "It doesn't matter. You are my girlfriend, not his--" "Fake girlfriend," I reminded him. "We had a deal." "You don't have to remind me." His jaw ticked and he folded h
Dylan My eyes flutter open. I look around the room and sigh. My sub-conscience wouldn't let me rest in this unfamiliar place. I miss my bed. I miss snacking on Doritos in said bed, then Natalie yelling at me for the mess. I sit up in my bed, rubbing the sleep from my eyes, only to almost jump out of my skin when I find someone leaning against my doorframe. I squinted through the dark and make out the outline of a man. He steps further into the room, where the moonlight filters through the balcony but my heart didn't stop racing even after I realised who it was. "Enzo? What are you doing in here?" I pull the sheet up in an attempt to cover myself. I was
Dylan Our adventure wasn't over. After the nightclub, he took me to a candy factory. I quirked an eyebrow as I studied the impending structure. "Did you bring me here to meet Willy Wonka?" "I fired him last week. I don't tolerate snorting on the job." I feigned a gasp, "Did you-- Did notorious crime boss Enzo Corretti make yet another joke? You're on a roll this week, huh, Bossman?" "Dylan." "Yes?" "Stop talking." "Yes, sir," I saluted. With one last glare, he made for the factory. Stepping in the
Dylan I glide through the water, letting it clean my sweaty limps from this morning's run with Malachai. We've started running every morning. He'd come by my room and together we would sneak out through the back door in the kitchen and jog along the path. I looked forward to it actually. Compared to everyone else in the house, Malachai was a squishy toy. I mean, don't get me wrong, he could kill you in 0.5 seconds but when he wants to be, he's really easy to get along with. "I've been looking for you," Came Enzo's gruff voice from behind me. I pause, looking over at him at the edge of the pool. He was in his usual dark suit, looking down at me like I was the most annoying thing in the world. I grin swimming over to him. I folded my arms over the edge and ga
Dylan Emilia strolls into my room later that day, and like always she looks as if she walked straight off the runway and found herself in my room. She's wearing a clean white suit that would've been modest if it wasn't for the white lace top hugging her breast and showing through the open lapels. Her hair runs down her shoulders in golden waves She looked sophisticated, beautiful. Emilia and I were like yin and yang. She was all gold and light. Polished and untouchable, and I was darker, rougher around the edges, lost. We couldn't be any different. I push away some books sprawled on my bed to make room for her in case she wanted to sit. She didn't, she stood by the door just staring at me. "You better be taking me to diner first with the way you're eye-fucking me," I said. She sighed, finally taking the space I made for her on the bed. "I need a favour." I sat up straighter, my interest piqued. "Wha
DylanThere might be over fifty people on the top floor of this luxurious establishment. In my opinion, I could risk going to jail for homicide if it would mean I don't have to see this infuriating man ever again.He sat there like a king, rocked back in his seat, a glass of liquor propped on his knee. He was enjoying seeing me squirm. That much was evident in the roguish flicker in his eyes and the small smirk on his lips. He was enjoying this a fucking lot.I was the kind of girl who can yap your ear of on any day, stranger or no. But put me up on a stage in front of a crowd and I'll freeze up like a deer in headlights. It's not something I'm It's something about standing in front of piercing gazes all honed in on you, that makes my skin prickle uncomfortably."Do I hear five thousand?" My jaw drops."Ten thousand!""Twelve.""Fifteen.""Twenty-five."All around me, men and women are shouting
DylanMy Louboutins met lush red carpet as Enzo helped me out of the escalade. I squinted through the bright lights of the cameras flashing all around me. I successfully climbed out of the car without tripping on my dress. Enzo led me to Nino, Vince, Malachai, and Emilia who were doing their best to ignore the shouts and questions from the paparazzi gathered.I jumped a little when Enzo intertwined his hands with mine. I looked down at our locked hands and then at him. He leaned down. "Remember we're putting on a show," he whispered.I frowned.I almost forgot.He guided me into the lobby of the posh building. Men and women in fanc
Dylan "HeyAbuelita! It's me, Dylan." I hear her gasp over the phone. "Mi rosa. How are you? Natalie told me you're on a field trip for school. Or was that just an excuse to shirk your responsibilities as Maid of Honour?" She sounded raspier than usual, tired and drawn really. I chuckled, but it lacked cheer. "A little bit of both, really. How is Mariana doing with the preparations?" "You know your sister. The house is beautiful but I think several of your cousins are planning her murder. She's more controlling than the wedding planner and that's his job." I laughed. "I'm sure it isn't that bad,Abuelita."
Dylan I stare up at the impending wall after my usual morning jog at the back of the Mansion, away from the coming and goings of the securities at the front. I ran alone today. Enzo had kidnapped Malachai and the rest of the guys to hash out a revenge plan for the Los Toros Cartel. And as expected, I wasn't invited. Not that I'm mad about it... Okay, I am mad about it and I know I shouldn't be. I'm not apart of the Famiglia, they are not compelled to tell me anything. But hell! I almost got shot yesterday, I deserve to know what befalls my would-have-been-murderers! Right? I shake my head, banishing all thoughts of Enzo and his stupid Famiglia away, foc
Dylan We were out before the police got there. As soon as we got home, Enzo marched to his office and locked himself in there with the guys without one word to me. He seemed to know something about the attack and he was deliberately leaving me in the dark. I stared at his dark mahogany office doors, the same doors being guarded by two dudes. Both look like they could floor me into hell if I got too close. Fed up of sitting on my hands, I squared my shoulders and got too close. I needed to talk to Enzo and if it means getting my ass handed to me by a couple of thugs so be it. They barely glanced over me as I stood before them. "Hello, criminals. I'm just going to cruise on by. Nothing to see here, gonna ha
Dylan I glide through the water, letting it clean my sweaty limps from this morning's run with Malachai. We've started running every morning. He'd come by my room and together we would sneak out through the back door in the kitchen and jog along the path. I looked forward to it actually. Compared to everyone else in the house, Malachai was a squishy toy. I mean, don't get me wrong, he could kill you in 0.5 seconds but when he wants to be, he's really easy to get along with. "I've been looking for you," Came Enzo's gruff voice from behind me. I pause, looking over at him at the edge of the pool. He was in his usual dark suit, looking down at me like I was the most annoying thing in the world. I grin swimming over to him. I folded my arms over the edge and ga
Dylan Our adventure wasn't over. After the nightclub, he took me to a candy factory. I quirked an eyebrow as I studied the impending structure. "Did you bring me here to meet Willy Wonka?" "I fired him last week. I don't tolerate snorting on the job." I feigned a gasp, "Did you-- Did notorious crime boss Enzo Corretti make yet another joke? You're on a roll this week, huh, Bossman?" "Dylan." "Yes?" "Stop talking." "Yes, sir," I saluted. With one last glare, he made for the factory. Stepping in the
Dylan My eyes flutter open. I look around the room and sigh. My sub-conscience wouldn't let me rest in this unfamiliar place. I miss my bed. I miss snacking on Doritos in said bed, then Natalie yelling at me for the mess. I sit up in my bed, rubbing the sleep from my eyes, only to almost jump out of my skin when I find someone leaning against my doorframe. I squinted through the dark and make out the outline of a man. He steps further into the room, where the moonlight filters through the balcony but my heart didn't stop racing even after I realised who it was. "Enzo? What are you doing in here?" I pull the sheet up in an attempt to cover myself. I was