Ethan A Rolland.
The youngest drug Lord of all time,the fearless leader of the greatest Mafia Lords, the CEO of E_Rides, the owner of the biggest real estate and housing in Toronto, British Columbia and Montreal.
Wherever you can think of in the world, Ethan had a business organization there, you can call him "Global".
He was a man of few words,and trust me you do not want to hear him speak much, he was ruthless,well... So they said,I've never seen him, uhmmmm!.... Maybe I have, once or twice in a club...... Ok! Ok!.
I've seen him in the stripper's lounge.
Yes! Yes! I know, I wasn't much of a goody girl.
You know the part I said let's skip the "how I met Sarah" part, that's because we were both strippers.
We were young and naive,I needed the money to survive, Sarah just wanted more money for only God knows what.
The club manager was always trying to get under my panties and between my thighs. Well I might be a stripper but I am no slut.
I danced for years and i was living the best of my life,until this so called manger of mine tries to have his way, I broke his head and I ended up in jail, it wasn't my first time, so I wasn't bother, Sarah came to my rescue,she always did but this time she came with Ethan.
I asked her why a couple of times when he was taking us to an unknown place, we got to his mansion and it was heaven, the narrow road to the house and the scent of fresh flowers garden and beautiful street lights. Gosh!
I love the place already, the club manager kicked us out of the stripper's house, I was more than glad he took us in, what a relief. "Uhmmmm!!".
BACK TO PRESENT
The headache from all the crying of last night, it rained on me and brought along it's fireworks in my head,I felt the unpleasant experience welcome my mind and I embraced it, I cuddled the pillow next to me.
I shut my eyes and the sight of dieing Andrew played in my head, I opened wide, my heart raced, I was in between the mixture of fear and sorrow.
I fear for Ethan.
I wanted to talk to Ethan, I wanted to say i'm sorry and to help him through his loss, Andrew was like a brother to him, and I knew he was in great grief.
I stood up from the bed and walked downstairs, I knew he would be in his chambers more like a study room, there was no need searching for him.
My orange hair fell, messing on my face, I didn't care how I looked right now, I was standing in the front door to Ethan's chambers, I could hear some noise but I wouldn't know what that was if I was standing right outside.
I swung wide the door, to find Ethan, he looked so tired and exhausted, he looked so hopeless, he hadn't slept all night, my eyes drifted off immediately to watch all the mess he had done.
His knuckles were bleeding badly, my lips went dry, I walked slowly towards him,my eyes scanning every inch of this room, the broken liquor bottles and glasses of small shots, the piece of paper littered everywhere.
I could see the cracked wall, he has been probably punching for heaven's know how long, I could see his pain riding him, he's trying to fight back but the pressure was more than he could take, I love this man and I couldn't bear to watch him drown.
"Ethan?" I reached out to touch his back and bleeding hand.
"Are you ok?" I asked softly, my voice almost fading out, but he didn't make a move, he was standing close to the window, my eyes reaching the first aid box.
"Ethan.. please let me help you" pointing at the empty chair close to him, to fix his bleeding knuckles.
I was done in no time, it stopped bleeding and deafening silence followed, I cleared my throat to start a conversation.
"Uhmmmm, do you want me to leave?" I wanted him to just say something, anything at all.
"Well.. I just wanted to say I am really sorry.." my hand playing with each other, I didn't dare to see if he was staring at me, my eyes scanning my coloured painted nails.
"Am.. really sorry" I let out a soft sob, the tears building in my eyes already finding its way down my cheeks.
I choked with the words in my head that refused to come out my lips, I didn't know why I was crying, but I felt better just crying in front of him, I was supposed to console him, not the other way round, he didn't move,he seemed not interested in drama.
"I will take my leave now" I immediately turned my back to leave, reaching the door.
"Nuella" the voice I have longed to hear calling out to me, he sounded so pained, he was in pain.
I turned to face him, his beautiful eyes looking lost at me, I have never seen him break down,I walked towards him as fast as my legs would carry me, he stood up to reach me too,I ran to him, wrapping him in a tight hug, showing him am always here for him, apologizing to him, telling him he has a shoulder to cry on, my shoulder is very much available.
"Am sorry" he apologized.
"For what?" A bit confused.
"For making you cry and not coming home, for making you see someone die and..." I interrupted his apology, my lips covered his, letting him know he did nothing wrong.
I felt the pressure building inside me relax, I could feel him luring into my kiss, I knew how much he wanted me, he was hungry for me.
His lips were crushing me, his hands grabbing my breast like they were soulmates,he paid attention to my hard nipples. I could already feel his hard on, I wanted him too, he was my addiction.
He slowly pushed me close to the table, I watched him clear the remaining paper of it, he was eager to have me, like I was to serve as breakfast, lunch and dinner, he looked at me with some much desire, I knew how much he wanted me, I wanted him too.
"Promise you'll never leave me" he asked suddenly, my mind still trying to connect to what he just said.
"Promise Nuella, promise me, that no matter what, you'll never leave" his hands cupping my jaw, his eyes searching for an answer.
"I promise never to leave you Ethan, not in this world..... and in the nex...t" before I could complete my statement, his lips were already on mine, this time it came with hunger,he lifted me up and placed me on the table.
I helped him unbuckle his belt while I watched him peel off my clothes, we have been dying to have each other, he was my world and with him everything stopped.
We made wild love.
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My heart melted but yet I froze, I have Anyways, he seems different,he looked more handsome,did he shave?, "You look so attractive, I feel like falling on the ground but I want you to catch me before my weight hits the ground" my head practically saying those words to me, funny right?.I stood in front of him so speechless, my eyes refusing to blink, so i don't miss any moment."I hate to repeat myself" his voice brought me out of my shadows."Really" I pose into my super lady style."Move out of my garden" he said in a tone I couldn't really read, is he just saying it in a normal way or is he angry?.Does he mean those words?, Well he should as we tell me to fucking leave his mansion, am sick of here already, but I wouldn't let what he said get to me, I plan to get back to him, oh yes! I wanted him to get
I was furious, I wanted to leave, I wanted to be far from this monster, I wanted to be free.I sat on the bed of the cage he kept me, I needed a plan but I had none, If I ever wanted to leave here, I had to construct a good plan."Should I ask him why I am here?, Why did he let Sarah go but won't let me see the outside world, like I'm his prisoner arggg!.I had no plans but I had the feeling tonight was my escape night.I stood up and started shouting and calling out for help. In no time the maid I met the other day came running to my aid,she asked what the matter was, I told her to call Ethan but she refused."Ok then" I went on from where I stopped,I was on top of my voice."Calm down ma, Sir Rolland will be mad at this unpleasant noise" she tried to shut me up."Who c
"Dinner is served" Canada announced.I was given a dress by Canada earlier on, it looked so lovely, Canada helped me all the way on to get ready for the evening."Are we having a party?" I asked her."No ma'am" she replied."Is there a feast?" I was curious."No ma'am" she said plainly."Is he having guests?" this time there was no response,she silently helped me with my dress and added some powder to my face.I was ready in no time,I know how many times I've had makeup on, this time... this time, I looked so different, I looked so beautiful, I couldn't help but admire Canada's touch of spark on my face."Sir Rolland would be waiting for you downstairs, please do not keep him waiting." She said and stepped out Immediately, I nodded to show her I concu
I walked down holding every hot breath that left my lungs as I walked closer towards him.I could see him smile as I came close to him,he looked at me with those seductive eyes and I was his already.He right hand already stretched to take mine into his, I could feel the fireworks in my head exploring to set a quick smile."Shall we?" His hands taking mine, I nod in agreement.We walked majestically to the table full of meals I've only dreamt of, and the aroma already made me full.Mr Rolland as Canada calls him pulled out a chair for me to sit, and wore a beautiful smile as we sat, I watched him walk to his chair that was indeed far from me, that was really awkward.Rich people can be really funny.Why make food you can't even finish?, why is the dinner table so long?, How do I even say something
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ETHAN'S POV"Beep""Beep""Beep" the sound from the respiratory machine."Do you think he's gonna be an ok doctor?" she asked."He's in a coma but I trust he's going to be alright" the doctor said, running more tests on him."It's been eleven months since the incident,I am just worried," she said."You need to stay strong,all my patient will need right now is positivity around him" the doctor said, reaching to hold her."Am trying, am really trying and ju..st scared," she said.From her voice, one could tell she was in great pain and hopelessness."Be rest assured that I will not allow anything to happen to him, he will be fine" the doctor assured her, giving instructions to the nurse,he turned his back to leave.Going to sit beside him,I touched his hands and all I
"Maryam am sorry" I repeated a thousand times now."Okay fine, so I was thinking of going out tonight with you....?" I said, trying to catch her attention, I watched her angry face turn into a blooming flower."Really?" she asked excitedly."Yes.... Like a park or something" I said to her."Yes!!! Yes!!!" she seems pretty excited, well guess this was a good or should I say, a better way to get a woman talking."Alright then" I said turning my back to face her, I was on my way out to get some coffee."Don't be late this time for breakfast, there won't be a second chance!! " she said aloud."Okay Maryam, I won't," I said, turning to look at her, I drew a cross at the left side of my chest."I cross my heart" I told her.Immediately I entered my silver grey Mercedes S600, and drove
"Maryam am sorry" I repeated a thousand times now."Okay fine, so I was thinking of going out tonight with you....?" I said, trying to catch her attention, I watched her angry face turn into a blooming flower."Really?" she asked excitedly."Yes.... Like a park or something" I said to her."Yes!!! Yes!!!" she seems pretty excited, well guess this was a good or should I say, a better way to get a woman talking."Alright then" I said turning my back to face her, I was on my way out to get some coffee."Don't be late this time for breakfast, there won't be a second chance!! " she said aloud."Okay Maryam, I won't," I said, turning to look at her, I drew a cross at the left side of my chest."I cross my heart" I told her.Immediately I entered my silver grey Mercedes S600, and drove
"16 missed calls" I read out."12 voice message?" I knew I was in trouble."8 mails" I let out a short laugh.Driving round town was a beauty to behold, all the smell of old trees and dusty grounds was quite amazing I must appreciate.Entering a house in this neighbourhood after dark was a job for the spook-brigade, or rookies as they used to be known. We call them spooks in honour of what they may become before being promoted to a safer positionI was indeed back home before dinner that was prepared two hours ago, I saw Maryam already dozed off on the dinner table, and I didn't want to wake her up, I quietly shut the door behind me.At first glance I wanted to take her to her room and lay her down on her bed but at second thought I didn't want to be questioned why I wasn't home early.I quickly tiptoed upstairs, trying not to make a noise, just
As the early morning birds sings,and I enjoy the melody, Maryam reached out toward the curtain and drew it aside in one strong motion. The light flooded in, bathing me in it's warm golds, revealing to me the colours it had brought to the world beyond my window pane, followed by the musty smell of old furniture."Gawd?"I said, really trying to avoid the smell."Good morning Mr Rolland"she said with a little bit of caution in her voice."How are you Maryam, it's too early to be up"I said, trying to make her leave me alone."No it's not, it's past twelve sir, you need to wake up" she said, I let out a loud groan, I was still laying down, trying to let my mind settle, then I managed to sit up.Maryam was busy picking up all my dirty clothes on the floor and making sure the room looked clean, she kept dusting the old chairs and trying to make them look alive."Wooof... Wooof!!!" She
"She had grown with me, forged a love that could not be matched, hmmmm.." I let out a soft chuckle."Whether to say who had aged better, she would never tell. On a day where the heat had reached its peak and the afternoon had nothing left to offer, she would lay her cheek against my cool, dark surface, follow the grooves with a finger and count the nicks with each memory of how they came to be." Saying that quite out loud"When she awoke in a cold sweat, the darkness fresh inside and outside her mind, I would talk to her, speak words of encouragement in that high, teetering voice of mines until she made it to other end of the hall and to her motherâs room. Youâre almost there. Youâre almost there. No one had ever grown closer to her than me, no one had ever come closer to feeling like home." I sighed, that was her favorite story line from the book "Memories" by Dim Leon, I remember
Approaching the low level gate, fancy wrought iron in a grey stone wall. The house is a simple country home, less desirable for being so far out of town. The front door, made of dark wood planks with black hinges spreading half way across, had that rustic appeal the rich city folk craved.Inside it would be renovated, no expense spared, the charm of the country with every modern convenience of a penthouse suite. Before pressing the intercom she let her fingers walk over the rough stone walls, stone lifted from the very dales she'd grown up in.Even in the warm spring sunshine there was a coolness to it. She let her eyes absorb the myriad of hues, all grey but made unique by their variance in minerals. She removed her hand and turned to press the button, but as her finger moved forward the door opened. Her professional smile was instant, her patter on autopilot.The thought of Nuella all just coming back to me and all
The basement was pitch black,she was as blind as if her eyes had been gouged. Her body washed cold. She brought her fingers to her eye sockets, they were still there. She turned back to the stairs and tried to run up, but her foot fell through each one like it was a mere projection. So how had she walked down them? She leant forwards to touch the stair and felt a fabric fall down her arm, soft and velvety.Cold metal touched her forehead, one grope told her it was a pointed hat, like a fairy tale crown. She grabbed it and a mirror appeared in front of her, glowing like a television screen. It was her, broken face and all, dressed like some picture book queen.She swallowed.âThe queen must die,â isn't that what the ghost said?.Without sight of any knife in the mirror the image began to bleed from the neck. She raised her hand to feel the sticky warm fluid about her throat. She screamed; the image
Finally...Leaving the hospital was the best news so far,but going back to the very same mansion that I lived with the woman I wanted to spend the rest of my life with was miserable.From afar I could see the guards and maids standing at the front door of the mansion."Welcome home Mr Rolland!" Canada and the others standing in front of me with a tray of milk and cookies said warmly."Thanks," I said plainly."Take me to my room Mark,"I said a bit harshly."Yes boss" in no time I was in the very same room me and Nuella shared, and it all came back, coming back to me."Do you want anything else, boss?" Mark asked.No response."I'll take that as a no" she concluded."Please call me whenever you need me to do something for you, I'll be right out the door" he said, turning his back to disappear.I sat on my wheelchair,I
ETHAN'S POVIt's been over a year and three months,2 weeks, 6 days, 12 hours, 24 minutes, 48 seconds since Ethan has been in coma,I can't swear but I began to lose all hope."Hey" Mark said."Hey Mark," she said."How are you doing?" he asked."Am better" her faint voice said."You don't look so," he said."How can I be, Mark looks at him,he is dying,he is dying..." Hot streaming tears rolling down my face."Calm down, don't say that, Ethan is strong,he's going to get out of this" Mark seemed so sure about what he was saying."I really hope so, I really do," she said, wrapping Mark into a tight hug.She stood next to Ethan body laying down lifeless,she could feel her heart pounding and her hand icy cold, later that night, Mark was gone, she was tired and the doctors already came to check up on him,