“Sometimes I wonder if love is worth fighting for, and then I remembered your face and I'm ready for war.” ~ WIZ KHALIFAJORDAN POV. Legendary. Deadly. Godly Forbidding.Those were the only words that kicked in my mind when I first took in the sight of Moscow in all its unmatched glory. And I did understand what Enzo meant when he called it The Den.Fucking bright and welcoming during the day, Moscow sat right in the center of Moskov River, giving to the naked eye of a complacent world for many- old and young, rich and poor. It looked like a place where honey and milk reigned, a place where the scared could run to for help. But when the sun died and darkness claimed the land, it turned hauntingly formidable. The alleyways turned into the cradle of crime, and the cries for help could be heard from every corner on every street throughout the entire city. Because Moscow was the motherland of all the dark lords.And fuck, she was beautiful!We touched the ground right when the su
“There is no greater blessing than a family hand that lifts you from a fall; but there is no lower curse than a family hand that strikes you when you are down." ~ WES FESSLER MELODY POV The next hours crawled by at a snail's pace as I idly existed from moment to moment. The revelation alone and everything that has happened locked my mind in a trance of frigidness, and I didn't seem to understand what had happened and why the hell everything had happened.I groaned out loud, stirring in my not-so-comfortable and cramped position. My leg kicked something meaty and memories came flooding in my mind vigorously.~ FLASHBACKS~I felt the needles pricking every part of my skin as I sat down staring at Damir. And to think I used to know this man, used to trust him with everything that concerned my fathers and their legacy. Heck, I trusted Damir with my own life. Yes, I did have some different opinions about him, always questioning his way of dealing with things, and always butted heads with
"Do you see how you hurt me, baby? So I hurt you too. Then we both get so blue. I am on a lonely road, and I am travelling, looking for a key to set me free." ~ UNKNOWNMELODY POV With Jordan's muscled body pinning me against the bed, reality frizzled into smoke and fled out the window. Our skins glided against each other, wet and hot. The monsters inside each one of us synced perfectly with every thrust of his hips inside of me. My rapid breathing overshadowed his as desire took control of my body and mind. I felt him everywhere, on top of me; in front of me, above, behind me... Fuckin' everywhere. But the fullness of having him buried inside was unmatched. It was as though he was inside the air that I breathe, every single intake of breath was fused with his being and I just couldn't get enough. He was the flame, and I was the moth drawn to his spark no matter how badly it burned my wings. And I loved every single second of it."Mel...my wife..." he chanted in a hoarse voice befor
"Best way to not get your heart broken is to pretend you don't have one." ~UNKNOWNJORDAN POVI budged through the doors while being tailed by four guards clad in black and dawning black glasses. One of them jumped behind me and whisked me by my arm. I spun on my heel before bashing his face with my iron fist then snarled at all of them like a wild feral beast ready to attack."If anybody of you dares to touch me again, I will chop your fucking hand and send it to your fucking wife." I glared dangerously at the four men who were exchanging looks, evidently contemplating their next move.I left them standing there high and dry and trotted into the house, only to be stopped by another set of guards.I lost it."THOMAS!" I screamed at the top of my lungs and the guards froze in their stances. "Show yourself you fuckin' coward!" I screamed again, and the men stared among themselves questionably.I mean, I get it...you do not just walk into the White House and start cursing and threatening
“Murder is born of love, and love attains the greatest intensity in murder.” ~ OCTAVE MIRBEAU~BACK IN LA~MELODY POVMy footfalls created a rhythmic clanking sound against the shining white tiles as I sashayed down the hallways. My resentment was bitter, oily slime that clung onto my tongue with every step I took, lingering in my mind and leaving utterly nasty thoughts of wreaking havoc and leaving hot red blood on my trail.A few nurses smiled my way and I was kind enough to return their smiles. I stopped before the closed door before smiling to myself, this time, knowing that nobody was watching my expression as it morphed from normal-civilian-like to the devil on a hunt. I didn’t knock. I made sure to leave my manors packed safely in my closet at home because right here and right now was no time for a well-mannered girl.My fingers wrapped around the knob before I turned it swiftly, then stepped into the office before closing it with a soft click behind me. I walked further into
There are three types of people in this world: Ones you wish you had, Ones you will always have, and once you once had." ~ UNKNOWN MELODY POV ‘Following the recent collapse of St. Luke Hospital in Alexander Street, Los Angeles, the rescue teams have been dispatched to search for any survivors. It has been reported that over a hundred people were inside the building when it collapsed and only three were found beneath under the wreckage already dead. One of the three bodies found belongs to the hospital director, Leonardo Otero. In response to this calamity, the Cattanio-Alderman family with their marital ties to the president's family, donated seven million dollars, to help the victimized families and to help with the ongoing investigation as to what may have caused the building to collapse. In an interview, Mrs. Melody Cattanio-Alderman Rothschild informed that she would be building a new hospital shortly after the investigations have been completed, and shall be renamed after..."T
“When you understand the mechanics of stress and master the techniques to manipulate someone’s fears and dreams, you will be powerful.” – Gregory Hartley JORDAN POV‘You know you loved the surprise.’ And the fuckin’ little wink emojis at the end. I found myself smiling like a big idiot before I pushed the phone back into my pocket and then looked at the vast golf course lying stretched before my eyes. My smile remained intact as I thought of the little vixen who just shook the entire world and then donated fuckin’ seven million, giving credit to my father and putting him in the good books yet fuckin' again. Good God, just when did this girl come up with ideas like that? I know getting rid of Leonardo has always been on our to-do list, but I never sat down to think of all the ways I was going to execute him. And my babe had to do all the work by herself. Not that I was complaining. There was nothing to complain about when you had a ticking bomb of a wife to always tease you and keep
“They feared me because I feared nothing.” — Lydia Lunch ~TWO WEEKS LATER ~ MELODY POV The ticking on the clock brought my gaze to the small machine before I hopped off the couch and padded barefoot out of the lounge and onto the balcony overlooking our buzzing backyard. The evening breeze hit my bare skin like a Holy fire, and my eyes fluttered closed underneath its assault as I let it brush through my hair. I've had my neck buried in work since my return from Moscow and I barely had time to sit down and rewind a little. Instead, I have been engaging in all heinous acts trying to move on from the past that almost took me from myself and broke me. And now that I think of it, everything felt... So much better. So lighter. And everything else just felt like dust beneath my feet. I even managed to look myself in the mirror without breaking down into ugly sobs and whipping. And it could have never felt better. Standing here and knowing all the noise I have created in the underworld