Lorenzo. “What happened to her?”The maid shook her head, tears pooling in her eyes. Tears weren't a good sign. I didn’t feel good seeing this. The short silence that followed my question made me uneasy and irritated. I needed this maid to say something before she stepped on my last thread of patience!“Speak up and answer my question! What the hell happened to honey?”“I don’t know. When I went to give her her meal, l met her unconscious.”I rushed down to her room. The maid and Madam Q followed me from behind. “I think she is dead.” The maid sobbed as I reached for the handle of Honey’s room door. My hand froze on the handle and my whole body ran cold. What does the maid mean by Honey is dead? Hobey should be anything, but dead!I pushed the door open and halted on my steps when I saw Honey lying lifeless on the cold floor by her bed.Was she… really dead?I couldn’t move from where I stood. I was too scared to find out the truth. It was funny. I had killed countless people, but
Honey.The first thing I noticed when I opened my eyes was that I was resting on something warm and strangely welcoming. I turned on the bed, dragging my hand along the surface of whatever I was sleeping on. It stirred underneath my touch, causing me to look in its direction. I pulled back when I saw Lorenzo sleeping soundly with me on the bed. I couldn’t remember everything that had happened over the past few days except that I had challenged myself to die. To give up on everything. I had thought Lorenzo was truly going to let me starve to death, but to my surprise the food had kept coming and every time I had refused it. What will be the point of living for one more day just to end up dead with a bullet buried in your head. Lorenzo might not have found out that I was the one who stole those details, but he would. Nothing ever escapes his attention. And thinking about all that, you could imagine my shock at seeing him sleeping beside me on the bed.Have I skipped a century or what?
Honey.“Then be my girlfriend.”He said it with all seriousness, I wasn’t sure if he was joking or not. But I knew Lorenzo wasn’t one to joke around with such things. What he had said was so out of concept. So sudden that it left me feeling confused and lost. When he noticed I didn’t say anything. He looked down at me with impatience. “Say something, Honey.”“What will change if I become your girlfriend?”I asked the most important question. “Will I still be locked up here and restricted like a slave?”His eyes looked distant as he thought of what I had just said. I’m sure he hadn’t meant to ask me to be his girlfriend. He just wanted a reason to make me stay here with him and he found one. “You won’t be restricted and if you need a break from here, you can go whatever you want.”“I want to go back home.”His chin clenched. “Except from there.”“Then what is the point of asking me to be your girlfriend if I don’t have my own freedom?”“Honey, you can’t go home now. You can go anywher
Honey.From a distance, I could see the bright golden light shining around the gazebo and there was pleasant music drifting in the air creating a peaceful and relaxed ambiance. There were petals of roses lined up the pavement leading to the gazebo. I took in everything in confusion as I walked towards the gazebo where Lorenzo stood with his back facing me. He wore a classic tuxedo. The kind that made him look more like a gentleman with a heart of gold. The kind that completely hid the monster he truly was. The kind that would make one feel safe around him. I walked up to him and he turned to me, his magnificent smile taking my breath away. I stood before him, not knowing what to do. I looked around my surroundings, taking in the bright and decorative lights around the gazebo, the lovely flowers which were sagged around the pillar of the gazebo giving the place an inviting fragrance. Lorenzo was standing at the end of a long table filled with a variety of food. At the center of the
Honey.I was still walking away from the gazebo when I felt a hand hold on to me. “Honey, wait!”I turned and shot him a glare. “What?!”“I understand that you are angry and you wish I didn’t kill Avery, but no matter what I do now, it won’t bring Avery back so can’t we just try to move past that?”“Even if it doesn’t, that doesn’t stop you from killing others.” Lorenzo furrowed his brows, his gaze darkening. “Everyone I had killed deserves it one way or the other. You might not see things the way I do, but showing mercy is something one shouldn’t have when you run a business like mine. It always comes back to haunt you. I know this because I watched my father go down because of it. He had mercy on the wrong people and they came back and killed my whole family and took him to jail. At the end, he was murdered there,” he sighed, his gaze looking distant, like he was thinking about something dark about his past. “Honey, all my life I've been betrayed and alway feel like I should be one
Honey. Lorenzo had kept his words. He had let me used one of his private jet to travel to meet my family. All through the flight, I was feeling nervous and excited at the same time. This was the first time in forever that I will be finally seeing my parents and couldn’t wait to give my father the gift I had got him at the shoe store. Yes, Lorenzo had gone to collect it for me from the shoe store. I still wasn’t free around Lorenzo, but I was starting to believe he was changing for the better. I clenched the gift box in my hand, smiling. When I got to the restaurant Lorenzo had booked for my father’s birthday party, I rushed inside. My Mom, Dad and Amelia were seated, anxiously waiting for me. The moment they saw me, they all stood up and came to hug me. When my father embraced me, I broke down in his arms. “Honey, what’s wrong?” He pulled back and looked at me with concern. I smiled and stopped myself from crying. I don’t know why I was crying when I was finally given a chance to
Lorenzo. I was in the living room, checking the CCTV cameras of the restaurant I had booked for Honey’s father’s birthday party. I needed to ensure she was safe. Although I had sent some of my strongest men to watch over her, I still wasn’t comfortable being this far from her. I wished I had followed her, but Honey had made me promise not to come with her. She still hadn’t warmed up to me and I didn’t want to give her a reason to withdraw from me so I had stayed back at the island watching her movements from afar. When I saw her talking to her father through the CCTV cameras and storming off to the restroom, I knew something had made her angry. And I wasn’t surprised when I saw her call.I picked it up, knowing she was going to pour it out on me. “How dare you lie to me, Lorenzo?”“Honey, what’s going on?” I asked, fearing something bad had happened. “Did something happen?”“Just when I thought that there could actually be something good about you, I found out that everything about
Honey. I dragged my face along something cold. My head throbbed as pain rippled through my body. I opened my eyes and looked around my surroundings. My hands were cuffed to a pole and I was in a room filled with barrels and bottles. It looked like an underground cellar. The whole thing that had happened prior to this moment flooded my mind and I whimpered as I remembered how the building had erupted in flame, exploding on those I had loved. The thought that I could have been one of them made me feel guilty for being alive. Tears burned my eyes as I sobbed quietly in the dark room. I rested on the solid pole and dragged my body along it as I tried to sit up. The door to the cellar opened. Heavy footsteps resonated in the dark room as someone walked inside. Turning, I looked at my captor and my heart slammed heavily in my chest when I saw who he was. I shook my head, backing myself up the pole. Why had he kidnapped me? He was a close ally of my boyfriend so why had he betrayed
Lorenzo.I pocketed my hands, looking down at the box placed on my doorstep. I knew what it meant. It was a message from Michael. And that meant he had found out about the spy I had sent to him.“Open it,” I ordered one of my men.He walked around the box and picked it up from the floor. He unlocked the box and opened it. Immediately a pungent smell of rotten flesh and dried blood drifted out of the box where a decapitated head was placed in. I recognize whose head that belonged to. It was the head of the spy I had sent to Michael. There was a sheet of paper sticking out of the mouth of the decapitated head. Clenching my jaw, I took out the paper from the mouth and opened it. A short message was written on the paper.‘It is good to see you are interested, Don Russo. Meet me alone at the old warehouse by 5pm.’I knew the place he was talking about. It was the same place where my father and his father used to store drugs when they were still working together. The same place the betraya
Honey.It was already morning when I woke up. Michael had left after the night we had sex so I was all alone in the bed. I sat up from the bed and wore my slippers, my mind going back to last night. How could I have allowed myself to have sex with Michael?What was wrong with me?Thinking about how badly I had wanted him to touch me. Not just him, last night I had just wanted to be touched, craved to be fucked in every fucking holes.I sighed. I had never had such a fierce desire before. Not even when I was with Lorenzo and this made me think something must have been wrong somewhere. That feeling, that irresistible arousal started right after dinner, minutes after drinking that wine Michael had offered me after the toast. I frowned as my brain aligned everything that had happened.Could…Could Michael have drugged me. Could he have given me something that had aroused my sensual desire?I gripped the rough sheet spread over my bed, my lips tightening. I didn’t think Michael was capa
Lorenzo.I sat on a chair in my private bar, swirling the drink I was holding in my hand. It had been two days since Honey had gone missing. And I had searched for her to no avail. The thought that she could be in great danger and I have no means of saving her caused my blood to run hot. I was still thinking about Honey when the door leading to the private bar opened and Matteo walked inside, holding a file. I placed the file on the stand and sat beside me. He slided the file to my front and poured himself a drink.“That’s the medical condition of her family. Her father’s knees were fractured during the explosion, but I have arranged for a knee operation for him. It is scheduled for this weekend. We don’t know who could be behind this so I have our most trusted men guard their wards and I even installed a CCTV camera in each ward. Some of our men had betrayed us and put Honey in danger, I wouldn’t want to repeat the same mistake twice.”I dropped the drink in my hand and picked up
Ever since I had enter adolescence and had started having all those sexual urges to be fucked by men, I had always known how to control my desire. How to bury it. But this time, it was different. The desire to be fucked was overwhelming. So much that I was now thinking of fucking myself with an object. At this point, I could fuck anything. Any man. Even woman.Gosh, what the fuck was wrong with me?Why was my body reacting like this? Too hard to keep resisting, I shoved my finger into my wet folds. I closed my eyes in pure bliss as my fingers swiped around my pussy. The pleasure that simple touch gave me was beyond ecstasy. I haven’t even felt that way whenever Lorenzo fucked me. It was like my whole body was hyper aware of every touch. It felt more intense than usual. I bit my bottom lip, stopping myself from moaning out loud as I slided two of my fingers into my wet pussy. Fuck… that felt so good!Too good that I wanted to finger myself all night. Too good that I wished multiple
Honey.Everyone looked at me when they heard what Michael had said. I hated to be kept in the spotlight so it made me feel more exposed. I stretched my hand to the drink, still contemplating whether I should drink it or not. “I’m not really tasty,” I said with a forced smile, hoping Michael will ignore me and continue with his dinner. His face darkened. “You have to drink it.”Now that he was forcing me to drink it, I was more reluctant to drink it. Did Michael have someone put something in my drink? He couldn't be trying to kill me or something, he still needed me in order to get Lorenzo to cooperate so what could possibly be in this drink and why does he so badly want me to drink it?Still trying to maintain the forced smile on my face, I picked up the glass. The sooner I get this done the better. Whatever was in this drink, I hope it wasn’t harmful.I gulped the drink down and to my surprise, it tasted like grape and something sweet and smooth. “Now, that’s better,” the smile I
Honey.After I was satisfied with my choice of outfit for the night, I stepped out of my room and saw Joel standing outside by the door. I laughed as I asked him a funny question. “Are you my bodyguard or something?”“Something of sort,” he said.This was new. With Lorenzo he never had the need for me to have my own personal bodyguard. To be honest, if there was anything I needed protection from, that should be from Lorenzo himself. Everything about Michael felt so different, I was willing to learn more about him. Joel roamed his eyes along my body for a short time before adding. “You look good by the way.”“Thanks,” I said with a stiff smile. “Shall we?”“Yeah, let’s go,” Joel said with a quick nod. “Micheal has been waiting for you at the dining table.”“I hope he likes what I’m wearing for dinner.”“Every man will love what you are wearing tonight,” Joel assured me.I kind of feel safe around Joel. It was strange, I haven’t felt that way in a long time. “That’s good, I needed to
Honey. Joel had taken me to a lush room at the second floor of the mansion. He opened the door and waited for me to enter the room. “Here is the room you will be staying in. You can check around to see if it matches your taste.”I didn’t know why they were acting nice, but it was better than Lorenzo had ever treated me so I was thankful for that. I wandered around the room, taking in its beautiful outline and features, but my mind was occupied. I didn’t want to be here, I wanted to be with my family. I had no idea what could have happened after that explosion and I just prayed nothing bad had happened to them. Michael told me he had sent his men to look over their condition, I hope he brings good news. Maybe during the dinner, I could ask Michael to let me go and see them. Something told me he wouldn’t let me out of his sight until Lorenzo agreed to do whatever Michael wanted him to do. In other words, that meant Michael was using me as a pawn to lure Lorenzo into doing something. I
“Lorenzo is very powerful and dangerous. Do you seriously think you can get him to work with you?!” I challenged him, looking at him like he was ridiculous. “Sorry to disappoint you, but Lorenzo isn’t scared of anything.” Hearing what he had just said made me realize Lorenzo wasn’t behind this. If he wasn’t, then why did this man bring me here?What does it want?His grip on my chin tightened, his fingers brushing along my bottom lip. “But he is scared of losing you, isn’t he?” He asked with a mysterious smile. I held his gaze, my eyes narrowing at him. Micheal dropped his hand from my chin and stood up, smiling down at me. “Well, we don’t need to be too tense around each other. I’m not like Lorenzo so I am not going to lock you up here. Pardon my men for treating you like this. They must have forgotten that you are a guest here,” he said, reaching down to my cuffed hands to remove the cuffs. He brushed his hand gently along my bruise ankles and pouted. “I can’t believe those idiot
Honey.It felt like I had been in the car for a long time before I saw a hand reaching out to me from the other side of the car. I was carried out of the car. Relief flooded across my whole body like I was swept by the ocean at the thought that someone came to rescue me. I looked up to see the face of my savior, but my vision was blurred. I was taken to another car before I finally gave in to the darkness surrounding me.When I woke up, the first thing I felt was a sharp pain at the side of my head. I groaned, dragging my face along something cold. My head throbbed as pain rippled through my body. I opened my eyes and looked around my surroundings. My hands were cuffed to a pole and I was in a dark room filled with barrels and bottles, the only light sneaking into the room was from the closed windows. Even though I wasn’t able to see everything clearly, the room looked like an underground cellar. The whole thing that had happened prior to this moment flooded my mind and I whimpered a