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. “
"Strip." He said calmly.I fidgeted with my hands and stared at the floor avoiding his cold eyes. He made it sound like he requested for a simple act. He crossed his legs and rested his hand on his kneel. He smirked. He was having fun watching me broken and helpless. "Don't test my patient. I can assure you that you won't like it when I get angry." He said coldly.I sobbed and covered my mouth. I felt insulted and humiliated. "Please… Please.. Just—" He took a quick stride and grabbed my hair. I whimpered in pain and sobbed harder.He yanked it up until I was staring at his cold eyes. "Now listen to me, you do whatever I want or…" He brought out his gun from his back pocket and pressed it under my chin. I flinched and he tightened his hold. "Or you die. You get that?"I nodded and more tears dropped. He smiled and patted my hair. "Then, be a good pet. Okay?"I gave a quick nod and my body relaxed when he placed his gun into his pocket and walked back to the grand king-size bed. He s
Honey's POV.Today was nice.It was the kind of day that makes one feel happy and delighted. The atmosphere was cool and the wind blew gently along the street. If you were calm enough, you could feel it brushing your skin. A sign you weren't alone. The temperature of the sun was just perfect. It wasn't too hot, not too cold. It was early May. The exotic scent of Jacaranda tree welcomed me as we drove through the road. Its bright purple leaves beautified the road.I leaned on my car seat and brought out my headphones. I was on my way to MD photo Studio for my latest album photoshoot. I plugged in my headphones and listened to a song from my new album titled fatherhood. I was a Nigerian-American singer. I started my singing career after I finished highschool. My father had been my biggest fan, so I composed this song for his upcoming birthday. I smiled, I loved to see his expression as he listened to the song. Lately, things have been hard on him and that precious smile I cherished a lot
Honey's POV.After the shoot, I went to the changing room. I changed my outfits and wore a plain black turtleneck silken top and a black and navy striped wide leg pants. Immediately, I entered the changing room, I sat on a high stool and brought out my phone. I saw a missed call notification from my Dad. I called him back and smiled when he picked up."Dad.""Yes, sweetie. How was the shoot?""It was good, we just finished.""I hope it wasn't stressful." He sounded concerned.I chuckled and shook my head. "No, it wasn't. It was actually fun, you should have come with me."He actually promised to accompany the photoshoot, but he was busy so he couldn't."Oh my, you have no idea how much I wished I followed you, but I will make it up to you, okay?"I smiled and turned on the stool. Amelia entered the changing room and waited for me to finish my call. "Really? How will you make it up to me."He hummed. "Hmm, let me think about it."I chuckled and shrugged. "You can make it up to me by buy
Honey's POV.I was about to open the door of the restroom when I bumped into something hard and rigid. I looked up and noticed a chiseled face looking down at me, confused. I didn't know him, but I hugged him tightly and whispered into his ears."Just act like you know me."He hugged me back. His body was warm and firm, causing me to feel a foreign sense of comfort. He brought his hand from his pocket and cupped the nape of my neck before leaning his head close to my ears. His breath fanned my skin, causing a shiver to rub down my spine. "Is someone stalking you?" He asked. I tightened my arms around his taut waist and nodded. "Yes, I don't know what he wants."I should have let go of him, but I didn't. I felt strangely safe in his arms. I turned my head and risked a glance at my stalker. He had stopped following me. Instead, he leaned on the wall and was pressing his phone. It looked more like he was waiting for the man I was hugging to leave me alone. I wouldn’t make that happen.I
MindHoney's POV.He pocketed his hands and pressed his lips. "Sometimes, I do feel sorry for him.""So what happened to him?" He smiled and I flushed. "It's a long story. I might tell you some other time."The attendant behind the counter smiled and slightly waved at me. "Have a nice day, ma'am."I smiled at her and left the shoe store. I stopped before the road and brought out my Samsung. I wanted to call an uber."You brought your car?" The man, my savior, asked.I turned to him and shook my head. "No, I want to order for an uber."He looked ahead of him and pointed at a shiny black Bugatti La Voiture Noire which was parked at the garage of the shoe store. "That's my car over there. If you don't mind, I can give you a ride."My jaw dropped as I stared at the car. It was one of the most expensive cars in the world! This man must be fifthly rich if he owned that car. "...you don't mind, do you?”"What?" I asked. I was so mesmerized with the beauty of the car that I didn't hear what
Honey's POV.He gave me his number and drove off. I smiled as I looked at his number and saved it as 'Handsome Savior’. I kept my phone in my handbag and watched as he drove away. I really hoped to see him at the concert. I smiled and turned. Amelia was stepping out of the music studio, she watched as the car drove away. She turned to me and arched her brow when it was out of sight. "Oyin, who was that?""He is someone who saved me a while ago."Her brows furrowed and walked to me looking worried. "What happened?” She asked. “Why did you say he saved you?"I held the handle of my handbag and pressed my lip. "Well, there was a mysterious fan who was stalking me when I went to the shoe store and I kind of ran into him while I was trying to avoid the stalker."Amelia bit her lip and shook her head. "This won't have happened to you if you had let me follow you." She scolded me.I pouted and walked into the music studio. "Then, I'm glad you didn't follow me because if you did, I wouldn't ha
Lorenzo’s POV She was beautiful.I stared at the young lady on the television. Her black curly hair billowed in the air as she moved her body in rhyming movements, dancing to her song in her music video. Her song was nice, but it wasn't as attractive as her. She flowed like water, swaying her hips and twisting her body. Her amber eyes zoomed in, it shone bright like I was staring directly at her. I leaned on my couch and stretched my hand to take the glass of wine set on an ornate stool before me. My eyes focused on the screen of my television as I took a quick sip and observed her. No mistake, she was the lady I had met at the shoe store this afternoon. She seemed to be into me and that very thought intoxicated my blood with lust. In this music video, she was wearing a cropped top that barely covered her breast and silver shorts which exposed her dark skin. It glowed as she brushed her hands along her breast. She wasn't even touching me, but it turned me on. She was a precious ros
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
Honey. After talking to my family and ensuring they were all alright, I decided to leave. I didn’t want Michael to stay too long around them. I didn’t even want him to come with me in the first place, but he had insisted. I had been too worried so I agreed.I held my father’s hands and rubbed my thumb along the back of his hands. I hated to be leaving him especially since I was the reason he was in this condition, but my hands were tied. I have just a week to assist Michael in his heist. Once it was over, I would be free to unite with my loved ones without Michael nor Lorenzo hovering over me like a shadow.“I’m leaving now, Dad,” I said sadly, forcing the corner of my lip to morph into a soft smile.My Father’s brows furrowed. “Why?” It was obvious he didn’t want me to leave again. “You just got here.”“I em…” I searched for another lie.Ever since I had been kidnapped, I have been forced to feed my family with lies. They must not know the truth. As long as they thought I was distan
“I’m the one you were asking about.”“You were the one who saved my daughter?”Michael nodded and came close to us. I shot him a look. He must not tell my father anything I didn’t want him to know about.“Michael, I thought you were meant to stay outside,” I reminded him with a tight smile. I remembered clearly warning him not to come in. I should had known he wouldn’t listen, especially since he insisted on following me to the hospital.My father smiled at Michael, looking at him with admiration. “Thank you so much for saving my daughter. I don’t know how I can make it up to you.”Michael waved his hands, smiling. Then, he came to my side and wrapped his arms around my shoulder. “You don’t need to make it up to me,” he said, smiling down at me. “I’m dating your daughter so it is my responsibility to ensure she is safe.”“What?”Everyone in the ward turned to look at the person who had just entered. My mother stood by the door, looking at Michael as if she was trying to figure him ou
Honey.The next day, Michael had taken me to the hospital to see my family. Although I insisted on going there alone, he refused to listen to me. When I got to the hospital, the nurse had told me that my father was in critical condition and had directed me to his ward. I ran toward his ward, my heels quickening on the tiled floor. When I got to his ward and opened the door, I was shocked to see how bad my father looked. One of his legs was bandaged and was hanging up from the bed as it was placed in a suspended traction position. I covered my mouth, stopping the sob from coming out. “Dad…”He was looking towards the window, with a dejected expression. When he heard my voice, he looked in my direction and smiled sadly, tears pooling his eyes. “My princess…” he whispered.I knew he hated that I was seeing him in that condition. I ran to him and lowered myself on his bed to hug him. “I’m sorry…” I whispered with a croaked voice while resting on his chest. “All this was my fault. I’m s
Honey.We kept walking until we got into the Villa. Michael was greeted by some group of men hanging around the Villa before walking into a narrow hallway I wasn’t familiar with. He entered the room at the far end and held the door open for me to enter. I know what I was doing wasn’t ideal. Going into a room with Michael without having any idea what was going to happen, but I was curious and at that moment, my curiosity won over every other thing. Michael sat before a table and picked up the laptop at the center of the table. Then, he looked at me. “Take a seat with me, sweetheart.” He patted the seat beside him. “What I’m about to tell you will take a long time. I don’t want you to hurt your pretty long legs,” he said with a flirty smirk. I rolled my eyes at what he had said and went to sit down beside him. After sitting, I asked. “So why am I here?”Instead of simply answering my question, he turned the screen of the laptop in my direction and asked. “What do you think about thi
Honey.I stood motionless as I watched Lorenzo drive off with his men. Seeing how little he thought of me sent a dagger to my heart. It might not have seemed that way, but Michael had made me want to have sex with him. How could Lorenzo think that I would throw myself at any man? He was the one who took my innocence and now, he regarded me as a harlot?Hearing him call me a harlot caused a twinge in my heart. I might have been forcing myself to deny the truth after he had kidnapped me, but I loved Lorenzo. As much as I wanted not to, I did love him. And I hated that I still loved him. “Get me something to clean this blood,” Michael said, looking down at his blood stained hands. His lips were still bleeding. Lorenzo must have hit him very hard with his gun. When he smiled, I could see traces of blood along his teeth. Someone gave him an handkerchief which he used to swiped his hands before tossing it on the ground Then, he looked at me and smiled. His teeth are now a little crimso
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