Alvin Miller woke up to the sounds of a snoring person. He jumped out of the bed and saw the naked woman lying on it. Her hands were pressed over the pillow and her left breast were exposed; she'll have to be a real slut to sleep that way. Tying a towel over his naked manhood, Alvin walked to the bathroom with a hazy recollection of what happened the night before. He had picked her up from a dark night club and brought her to his house to fuck her shitless. He got into the bathroom and flung the towel from his body with self-distaste; only God knows if the woman on the bed had some sort of STD he didn't know about. His head jerked back as he let the warm shower water pour on his body. He wanted this moment to last forever but knew it wouldn't; he would be going back to his usual boring life in a few hours. Alvin turned off the shower and tied the towel before he got out of the bathroom. There wasn't time to brush; he didn't want that woman to wake up and see his face. Thank Go
Alvin had a bored expression on his face as he looked at the files on his table. He had indeed left his comforting life and come back to reality once again. He felt like spanking himself because he had broken his vow of never going out to any public place except for his company and maybe go private shopping. Now he had frightened an innocent slut who he picked up from a bar he had gone to—and it wasn't fun. His father, Mr Andrew Miller, would surely deprive him of his company and life if he ever found out. Alvin dropped the files on the table before him in anger and flung the water-bottle beside him. “I really hate my life! Why did all this ever start? It wasn't like this when I was still a teen!“ His mother's voice was starting to ring in his ears once again; and he knew he'd cause a disaster in the office if he didn't go out soon. The next second, his door was barged in by his childhood friend and secretary, Amanda. “Alv…” said Amanda before she stopped in her tracks. “I
It was a tiring and boring day. The sun hung hidden in the sky and sent a dull ray of sunshine to the earth. It was quite cool for an early september. Nora was outside her apartment, taking a nap on a rocking chair. Her hair was being blown by the wind; and she had sunglasses on even when it wasn't that sunny. She was wearing a tight baby shirt that brought out the shape of her elegantly curved boobs and bum shorts that screamed sex. It was her free time—the small time she can spend at home before going to work again that evening. Nora was scrolling through her phone a minute later, looking for possible jobs because she was sick and tired of the so-called “club” where she worked. A notification popped into her phone. She swiped down the screen and saw a subject-heading email that read: “Watch your back”. Nora jumped off the chair and stilled herself before she opened the email. It read: “I know where you are; and I'll come get you”. “Oh my gosh,” she muttered to herself. “He has
Alvin drove into his father's banana penthouse. He came out of the car with a grunt and watched as the security men ran over to greet him. “Good day, young boss,” one of the guards said. Alvin recognised him as one of the many men his father had picked up from the streets and made them work for him. “Good day,” muttered Alvin, even though he wasn't really in the mood. “We've been—” another guard started to say before Alvin cut him off: “Does my father have any visitors?“ The guard looked hurt by the interruption; but he replied anyway. “He's with some of his boys.“ Alvin gritted his teeth when he heard the guard and matched into the penthouse. It was one of Mr Miller's thousand properties. Alvin remembered that his father wasn't very rich when he was five but suddenly bloomed into a real estate tycoon after he turned ten. This particular penthouse was bought a year ago. Alvin sighed as he remembered that he almost fainted when he learnt that the penthouse was bought for eighty
Alvin couldn't feel himself. He was looking at his father with a shocked look on his face. Disbelief clouded his features; and his fists were tightened on top of his lap. “W-what does marrying Amanda have to do with this?“ “Don't ask unnecessary questions. We both know that you won't be able to live a good life…” Mr Muller said. “…with another woman,” he added as an afterthought. Alvin suddenly hit his fists on the chair and stood up to attack his father in anger but the scar-faced guy blocked me. “What do you want to do? Fight me?“ Mr Miller asked, his voice sounding amused. “I'll do more than fighting you, old man! I'll kill you here and now!“ “Watch your words, boy!“ Mr Miller exclaimed, standing up too. Alvin noticed for the first time that his eyes were red; he had probably been doing drugs before he came. “You even told her what mother said. Why in the fucking world did you do that?“ Alvin yelled, trying really hard to stop his tears. “It's not my fault that I was born
Alvin pulled up in the driveway of the club, turning his car key on the ignition. He turned off the music playing in the car radio. Moving his hands over his hair, he tapped on the steering wheel. Alvin had no idea why he felt uneasy about this place, maybe it's because the place is in North Hollywood; one of the most dangerous and insane parts of Los Angeles. “I wonder if Daniel is already in there,” he muttered to himself. Suddenly, he heard a tap on his window. Alvin's heart flew into his head at that instant. He wasn't expecting anybody. Who could that be? He was starting to regret his reason for coming here with a Mc Laren. This car might never be considered as “flashy” in the part of Los Angeles where he stayed, but this isn't that part of Los Angeles—this is North Hollywood! The tap came again, this time more loud and intense. Alvin calmed himself and squinted his eyes to see the person outside his car. It wasn't very clear, since it was night. And Alvin also knew tha
It was a cool night. The breeze from the ocean swept all of its surroundings and island with a satisfying amount of cold. In a dark and small building in California, there were two dozens of hefty and well-builded men. Some others were outside, guiding the surroundings and making sure it's not attacked or rampaged. They were seven particular men in a wide room, one that smelt of drugs and liquor. They were plastic chairs scattered about in different directions—some looking like they hadn't been washed in months. The room had the vibe of a cemetery—quiet and void of life even though they were seven living beings in it. The windows were open, but it was still very hard to breathe. The seven men all had serious and stern expressions on their faces. Nobody was saying anything. Three of them were sniffing a small pack of cocaine with eyes as red as blood. Three others were taking long draws of Jamaica-made marijuana. There was something everybody in the room had in common, and that
Nora's hands were placed on her jaw and she seemed to be far away from the world. It was early morning, 2a.m. to be exact. She had arranged all her sales records for the day and was only waiting for her fellow bartender, Lily, to take over the shift from her. The club wasn't nearly as filled as it was yesterday. It was empty now that it was a Sunday morning. There were still some regular customers chugging on alcoholic drinks with girls sitting on their laps at the far end of some tables. A low music was playing in the background, and fluorescent bulbs of different colours cascaded on the walls of the club. Nessa was very tired, and she was forcing herself not to match up to manager Thompson's office and report Lily to him; she has been coming more and more lately these days. Nora's eyes were heavy, her fingers shaking. She was surely going to pass-out if she had to wait in this club for ten more minutes. Despite everything that was happening to Nora at that moment, she couldn't
Raven walked towards them with a gun in his hands while pushing Catherine forward. He had a look of bloodlust in his eyes as he stopped and spat just a few feets away from Alvin and Nora who were still on the ground. Catherine's eyes were half-closed from tiredness and fatigue and it seemed she hadn't realised that it was Nora in front of her. She finally did when Raven pushed her with force to the ground. Catherine groaned as her body landed on the ground and she looked up at Nora who looked equally shocked and confused to see her. Catherine's mouth was quivering as she stared at Nora, so guilty and distracted by her presence that she didn't see Alvin near her. “N-nora…” she stammered. “I thought you were… gone. I'm sorry for—” She had wanted to get up as she spoke but Raven kicked her back to the ground. “R-raven… don't!“ Nora screamed. “It's me you want, right? Take me and let her be.“ Raven laughed. “I've waited for this moment for a long time… ever since the will was rea
(Last chapter's continuation) Alvin lowered his height as he came out of the car. He wasn't wearing a mask again and his heart beat faster than usual out of fear. He really didn't have a plan—didn't know how the Scorpions or whoever attacked them was successful when Darkie and the Mamba Soldiers were behind. He was thinking to walk to the back of the car and start shooting then wait for Darkie and the two soldiers to join him. There was silence all around except from the occassional passing of other cars. Alvin balanced himself and looked to his right, just realising that they were well off the mainroad. He suddenly rose to his full height to attack the masked guys who had hijacked them when he felt the barrel of a gun on his head from behind. Alvin planned to surprise the person behind him and shoot him dead but froze when he heard a voice. “Don't even think about it. Drop the guns.“ Alvin turned slowly and gasped when he saw the voice owner was indeed Darkie. Before he coul
Author's POV They both came out of the office and started to go to the ground floor with Nora's hands in his. He had given her another cross-bag to put the pistols inside. Nora was almost tempted to stop at Amanda's office as they passed but didn't when she saw the expression on Alvin's face. They got to the elevator, and as they waited Nora wondered where they were going. “Nice of you to have kept your guns in your office. It seems you really trusted that guy.“ “I did,” Alvin responded. “And this is how he repays me—by fucking my secretary on my desk. I'm so going to fry him when I'm finally settled.“ “What about Amanda?“ asked Nora. “What about her?“ “What are you going to do with her?“ “Fire her of course,” Alvin replied with a smile. “I can't believe my father had actually wanted me to marry someone like that. Now I have enough reasons to not marry her.“ Nora wanted to speak but shut up as a result of the fact that he mentioned his father. The elevator stopped and op
(Last chapter's continuation) The Ferrari drove out of the hotel smoothly and without any problems. When they were out, Alvin was half-expecting guys wearing black jumping from the shadows to hijack the car. But nothing happened. Maybe it was this peaceful since it was still 7:30 in the morning. The car started to drive at a leisurely pace through the express road, and Nora continuously caught glances from Jake in the rear mirror which made her uncomfortable. “Why're we going to your company?“ she quietly asked Alvin. “Because I'm going there to take some things I need,” replied Alvin. He caught Jake watching them with curiosity and was almost tempted to slap him from the back seat. “Can I know what's going on now, please?“ asked Jake. “We're already “on the way”. Alvin sighed and looked at Nora who was now staring out of the window. “Jake, this is Nora. And Nora; this is Jake, my best and closest friend.“ Nora managed a nod, not bothering to say anything or look out of t
Alvin and Nora got out of the bathroom after towelling themselves in total silence. Nora picked a new pair of underwear from the ones Alvin had bought and put it on at the back of the wardrobe. Alvin did the same but didn't change his clothes since they were still new and fresh. Nora went back to the bathroom and combed her hair since it was rougher than the situation on ground, then she wore a khaki short and a big and black T-shirt. They were both done with their dressing at last, and could barely look each other in the eyes again. Nora felt weird. It seemed like making love with Alvin had completely made her forget that there was a problem at all. Both their lives were at risk, and yet they had forgotten that and were having fun in the bathroom. Nora suddenly realised that they hadn't left the hotel even when it was obvious that a close friend to Mr Miller was the owner. She realised both of their lives would be at stake if they didn't leave there in some minutes. And what stop
David couldn't sleep throughout the night. His eyes were wide open as he was completely confused and unaware of what was happening. He didn't know how he got cut-up in this situation, but he did know that Nora was linked to the reason he was there. He just couldn't close his eyes since he was constantly cursing himself and regretting the fact that he hadn't let her be even when she insisted and showed that she hated him with passion. Now, it was morning. And he could see the outside world through the dog cage he was in. He hadn't eaten or drank anything since yesterday when he arrived here—they hadn't given him anything to eat or drink. Not that he cared much about food, though. He was thinking about his family and how they may be faring after probably hearing from his staff and bodyguards that he left home and didn't come back for the night. He was sure they'd take quick action since he always made sure to inform them if he wasn't going to return and always called his Butler when h
Nora's POV I woke up with a smile on my face and wiped my eyes with my hands. The rays of the morning sun were poking-out through the blinds at the window. I had never felt this happy in all my life—my heart was filled with so much joy like I won a billion dollar lotto. I felt something firmly pressed against me from the back, and when I turned my head and discovered what it was, I felt my cheeks go hot. Alvin was lying on his side completely naked with my equally naked back pressed against him. His hands were slightly wrapped around me in a possessive way, and his hair was on the bed. I felt sore down there just from thinking of all the things we did last night. We had made love all over and over again until I couldn't take it anymore and crashed into his arms. I could tell that he was satisfied—and I had been too. I wouldn't deny that sex with him is the best thing that has ever happened to me—far better and more passionate than the ones I remembered having with David. I frown
Morning came at last. The sky was bright and promising a new day; and Los Angeles was as lively as usual. Catherine slowly let her eyes open to see the new day. Raven had totally forgotten about her since the last time he came. He didn't even ask any of the Scorpion Soldiers to feed or give her water. The tears in her eyes and face had dried completely. She looked worse than a slave who had not been fed for days and had been working non-stop despite that. Catherine managed to get up from the small bed in which she had barely gotten any sleep the night before. She crossed her arm over her body as a result of cold. Last night had been so cold that she felt like she would freeze to death since there wasn't a blanket on the bed. She felt hungry and abandoned, and wondered who Nora was and why she (Catherine) was going through hell just because of her. “You should have thought about that before you sold her information to that guy,” a voice in her head said. Catherine started to cry
Don Miller gritted his teeth as he stepped out of his Cadillac car. One of the three Black Mamba soldiers who had accompanied him for the day slowly shut the door behind him as his legs touched the ground. The angry-looking Don turned the moment the door was locked and said to the soldier who closed it: “Why did you shut the door with so much force?!“ The helpless guy looked at the other two soldiers in confusion and shock. He looked really confused because he had locked the door really professionally and silently. “I thought I shut it well, Don. I'm sorry if it might have sounded forced to you.“ He bowed to show his sincerity. Don Miller's anger heightened to the fullest. “Are you trying to say I'm deaf? Or I don't know what I'm saying? You f*cking shut the door with all the force in the world and you're denying it! Are you freaking insane?“ The soldier looked a little frightened and flustered as he crashed to the ground and begged the Don for mercy. “I'm sorry, Don. I'll never