Honey. I looked down at the stripper who was still trying to breath properly and laying weak on the floor. I swallowed hard and took in a deep breath. My hands fidgeted with the hem of the blue pajama I was wearing. I opened my mouth to say something, but I couldn’t. How will I confess to Lorenzo that I was the one who stole those details. Lorenzo was a monster, he would kill me if he found out that it was me. But still, I couldn’t stand here and watch him kill an innocent person. I needed to do something. I needed to think of what to say that would save us both. Standing before Lorenzo’s cold glare, my mouth seemed to be tied in knots. “It is because… I um… it is because…” I stuttered. The frown on Lorenzo’s face deepened and he was starting to look irritated by my presence. “If you don’t have anything to say, just shut your mouth!” He snapped. He looked away from me and focused his attention back on the stripper. The stripper was now sitting on the ground, her body trembling
Lorenzo. It had been two days since we left Las Vegas. I had been trying to cover up any trace of the details that Avery had given the DEA. Lot of money had been lost due to this and to say I was beyond pissed was an understatement. Killing Avery was to send a warning to others who were thinking or planning to betray me in the future. I needed them to know that I wouldn’t show any mercy on them when they turned their back on me. I had been too busy to check on Honey and see how she was handling the death of Avery. It wasn’t like I cared about her or something, but I knew how soft Honey could be despite how hard she tried to appear. Avery had been cunning enough to get Honey to care about her. I just hoped Honey wouldn’t do anything stupid at the loss of Avery. I was in the shooting range, checking the effectiveness of the new arms that just got delivered to me when Madam Q walked into the room. She stood close to my left. “Mr Russo, there is something I need to say to you.” I dr
“You hate me that much?” I asked, my voice silently breaking. “You talk like there is much to like about you.” Hearing her words, Something broke inside me, leaving a swallow feeling. I wasn’t used to feeling this way. It was messing me up. “Since you hate me so much then I don’t care if you starve yourself to death,” I said coldly, turning my back on her. I didn’t want Honey to see how much her words were hurting me. She must not see the crack she had created in me. I walked towards the door and paused as I reached for the door handle. I looked at Honey from over my shoulder. “In fact, I’m going to save you the trouble. There will be no food delivered to your room from now on and you are forbidden to step outside. You can rot inside here for all I care.” With that, I opened the door and left. Two days later, I was dressing up when a knock came on my door. “Come inside.” The door opened and Madam Q walked inside. “Good morning Mr Russo,” she greeted. “You called for m
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
20: Now Shoot.Honey.Seeing how scared I was, Michael stepped forward, narrowing his eyes down at Lorenzo. “I think you should leave now,” he said with a serious tone. Lorenzo smirked. He stood up and looked at me. “Don’t think he can save you.”A chill ran down my spine at his words. When Lorenzo walked out of the event hall, Michael looked at me. “What was that about?” I didn’t know if it was good to add Michael to what was happening so I decided not to fill him in on the details. “It is nothing,” I lied. Michael didn’t look convinced, but he didn’t force me to say the truth. Soon, the event hall got filled. People sat at different tables, enjoying the activities of the event. When it came for the announcement of the winner of the All Star Award,my breath was in my throat as I knew they were going to call my name. I watched as the Host slowly opened the card he was holding which contained the name of the winner for the event. “Ladies and gentlemen, the winner for the award Sta
Honey.Tonight was the night of the All Star Award ceremony. Given how famous I became in a few months, an entertainment company came to film my preparation for the night event. I tried my best to look relaxed and excited for the show while being filmed, but the truth was that I wasn’t in any way relaxed. Tonight was the night everything will set in place. Michael had done all this so I would be able to get him easy access to the painting in Daniyi’s private museum, but what if I got caught?I didn’t even want to think about it. Michael walked into the dressing room after I had gotten dressed and was fully prepared for the show. He had designed the dressing room for me when he heard I was going to be filmed while preparing for the Award ceremony. While still checking myself out in the window, he came close and leaned close to me. “Do you remember everything I told you?”I became tense. I knew what he was asking about. He had told me to act like I wasn't certain I was going to win
Lorenzo. Honey had moved on so fast. It had been just two months that she had been with Michael and now they were trending all over the media as a power couple. Everything about it infuriated me. I knew Honey was a slut, but I didn’t expect that bitch to throw herself to another man that easily after being taken away from me. You could have imagined my annoyance when I had gone to rescue her only to see another man's love bite on her neck. She didn’t even try to hide it, she was flaunting it like a fucking whore. I clenched my hands, watching her on my television in my living room. She was being filmed as she prepared for a late night award show. The All Star Award. Only big names in the entertainment industry get a chance to be nominated for that award. And in just two months of being with Michael, she got madly famous and was even nominated. I knew there was more to it. Honey was a good fuck, but even I knew a man like Michael wouldn’t pulled all those strings just to help Honey
He sat up, laughing. “Don’t be so serious, it doesn’t suit you.”I adjusted my clothes, feeling more urged to leave. I picked up my purse and was about to walk out when the door to the private room opened and a stripper walked in, wearing only lingeries which barely covered her body. I narrowed my eyes as the stripper stepped on the stage at the center of the private room we were sitting in, she seemed not to be looking at us, only concentrating on giving us a show. It was hard to see her face as she was wearing a black face mask. The stripper brushed her hand slightly along the pole, taking slow steps around it before arching her back as she leaned on the pole seductively. I became even more uncomfortable when she started dancing around the pole. Occasionally, she would tease us by pulling at her lingeries, caressing her hands along her body or showing off her nice curves. She was good at her job, I wouldn’t deny that, but what got me standing still as I looked at her was how familia
Honey.Today was hectic, I had five interviews in a span of eight hours. There had been more need to address the public and attend several occasions after my new album went viral and now that I was more famous and known to be dating one of LA most eligible bachelors, Micheal, the media had been going crazy. Although I loved the attention and the impact it was making in my music career, I just wanted my deal with Michael to come to an end as soon as possible. I hated the fact that he followed me everywhere, including places he wasn't even needed at.Right now, we were in his car driving back to his Villa. After all the activities of the day, I was tired and eager to lay down on my bed and rest. You could imagine my surprise when I noticed the car swerved from the usual route and took a u-turn to another direction. I sat up and frowned at Michael who was sitting beside me. “What’s going on?” I asked. “Why are we changing direction?”He leaned on his seat and shrugged. “I changed my min
Honey We got to my family house not long after my parent and Amelia had gotten down from the taxi. Since none of us had been home since the incident, my mother had had some people decorate the whole house. My Father remained in the living room, looking in awe at the new interior design of the house. My mother squatted and hugged him. “Welcome home,” she said, her voice softened with affection. Seeing how much my parents loved each other, it wasn’t a surprise that I wanted a love as pure as theirs. But I seek it in the wrong man. I shook my head, dismissing Lorenzo from my thoughts. Today was about my family. Today was about celebrating the lives that Lorenzo wanted to destroy. I joined my mother in the hug. “I’m so glad that we are all here and alive.”Amelia didn’t join in the hug. She took the duffle bags she had carried from the hospital upstairs. When she came downstairs, we had broken the hug and were already prepping for lunch. Despite how much I had told Michael not to stay
I pressed my lips, thinking of what I could possibly say to convince Amelia that everything was alright. She had every right to be angry, she wasn’t just my manager, but also my childhood friend and one of my closest relatives. I shouldn’t have kept her in the dark, but what could I do? I couldn’t just get fed up with everything and blurt out to her that I was doing all this because I had been kidnapped twice and had agreed to help the Mafia in their heist. “Amelia, you don't understand,” I shook my head, begging that she notice that all this was beyond me. “I…”I fidgeted with my hands, thinking of what I could say to ease her suspicion. But nothing was coming to my head, the door leading the ward opened and Michael walked in, looking at me. “Are you ready?” He asked. “Your parents are already in the car.”“Which car?” I asked, fearing that Michael had led them to his car. I didn’t trust him around my parents.Amelia zipped up her bag and walked out, ignoring Michael’s presence. “
Honey.Luckily, my Father went through with the surgery and it was considered to be successful. Although he couldn’t still walk on his own two feet, the doctors encouraged us that he would get better in due time. Just like the last time, Michael followed me to take my father home. He just got discharged and regardless of how busy I was due to the buzz of the new album I had just released, I couldn’t miss being here with my father especially at a time when he needed all the love he could get. Although everyone was relieved that my Father was getting better, they were all worried about me. When I announced to the Press that I was very ill to the point of stepping out of the public, I didn’t think about how my family would take the fake news. Of course, I wasn’t sick, but given I had said that, they were not going to believe me no matter how much I tried to tell them I was actually perfectly alright.“Oyin, you know you can tell me anything,” my mother had encouraged me. “Don’t think I
Honey.Being a singer, I had always wanted to be famous. It was even at the top of the list of things I wanted to achieve in life so when Michael arranged a press conference for my return, you’d think I would be over the moon at the thought of how far the media will spread my name across the globe. But sitting in the green room, preparing to face the press, I felt different. Empty. No excitement. No anticipation. Nothing, but dread. And it was because I knew what Michael wanted out of all this. I knew why Michael was pulling all the strings to make sure that my name was on the lips of everyone. Plastered across all social media, promoted on billboards nationwide. He was helping me to become more famous, but it was coming with a price. One which I was going to pay by putting my life on the line.The door to the room opened and a young lady stepped in. Three days ago, Michael had assigned her as my new manager just right after he signed me into another Record Label. “Honey, the press