HAKAN *** We finally found the dump that Pedro was holed up in. It was a rundown house in one of the shittiest neighborhoods in the city. The bastard must have come here thinking I wouldn’t be able to find him on Destros’ property. This territory wasn’t mine… yet. Destros had run these parts of this city for far too long and I would take them from him by hook or by crook. He was making a mess of it anyway. It seemed impossible for people to be living here because even the air smelled like death and despair. But I had lived in places like this in the past, so I knew how possible it was. And people that lived in places like this usually did so because they had no other option. Pedro was a thieving idiot that used to be one of mine till he betrayed me. Now that he had been found, I could have left him to be dealt with by my men but I wanted to kill the bastard myself. I stepped out of the car with just two men. The rest were in the other three cars. I came with enough reinforcements j
HAKAN***As I walked to the car, my right hand man, Tivan, quirked his brow at me. He’s not the only one who has a sceptical look on his face as they all probably expected me to shoot the girl for crashing into me out of nowhere. Most of my men looked like they thought I'd lost my mind, but none of them would dare say it to my face. Tivan was more than just my second in command, he was my brother though not by blood. He was the only one that would have the guts to actually ask if I’ve lost my mind, but he knew his place when we were in public, so he would leave ribbing me for when we were alone.I carefully get into my car to avoid hitting her head against the metal, and settle in the seat with my arms around her. Tivan gets in with me and shuts the door. He pressed the button that controlled the car’s privacy screen. When the privacy screen was up and the driver could no longer hear anything from the back seat where we were, that was when he spoke.“I don’t know what the fuck is goi
NIGHTINGALE *** I was trapped. My arms were pinned down, my legs were tied to restrict my movement and my father hovered over me with a sneer on his face. “Did you really think you could escape from me, Nightingale?” I tried to scream for help but then I realised that I was also gagged. There was nothing I could do and no one to help me. My whole body shook and I felt tears flow from my eyes as I saw his eyes leave my face to rove over my body. His intentions were written plain as day on his face. He inspected me like I was a piece of meat he wanted to purchase at the market. Last time, I was able to get away from him. Now, I knew that that I wouldn’t be able to escape from him again. I was too weak to set myself free and no one was coming for me, he was going to rape me like he wanted to. I couldn’t even plead with him and try to at least appeal to whatever little bit of humanity was left in him. Even if I could speak and beg him to let me go and not defile his own daughter, I do
HAKAN ** I saw the Nightingale’s eyes fixated on my pendant and I knew the exact moment that she realised who I was. If she lived in that kind of neighbourhood, then she was a street kid like I had been, raised around violence and some of the most depraved sets of humans to ever exist on the planet, my kind of people. Of course she would have heard of me, I was infamous as Scorpion. Hardly anyone knew my real name was Hakan, except those closest to me like Tivan who called me Kan even though he knew how much I loathed being called that. Throughout my life after being trafficked from my home to this country, I had never once regretted all I had done to survive and get to this point. But as she stiffened in my arms and her breathing rate increased as her pupils dilated in fear, I felt a twinge of regret. I wished I wasn’t the kind of man she automatically had to fear. “Y…you’r.re …” She stuttered as she tried to move away from my arms but I didn’t let her. Instead, I wrapped my arms
NIGHTINGALE***Hakan and I stared at each other in silence. He was waiting for my reply, giving me time to decide if I wanted him or not. Logically, I knew that I should be scared. I should be finding a way to get out of his car and away from him. But, whatever was compelling me to believe that I was safe in this man’s arms was beyond logical. It was making me see the sincerity in his eyes as he looked at me, the sincerity in his words when he said that he wouldn’t hurt me, and that he was waiting for me to make a choice instead of forcing himself on me when he had all the advantage right now. It was making me feel the strength of his desire. If wanting him was a crime, my sentence would be life imprisonment, but at this point I didn’t even care.“Yes.” I whispered my reply to his question and he smiled.Hakan is an extremely handsome man, but when he smiled, he looked like a god among men. It made me feel immeasurably good that a man like this that could have any woman he wanted, a
HAKAN***As I realised that Nightingale had never been touched like this by a man before, I both hated and loved it. I hated that I was the first man to touch her because she deserved better, and the same hands I was touching her with had spilled blood countless times. And I fucking loved it because no one else had ever touched her, heard what she sounded like when she was being pleasured, or tasted her. It made my possessiveness of her multiply to levels I never knew existed. She hid her face in the crook of my neck and I stroked her hair with one hand.“You should have told me, Nightingale. I could have hurt you if I wasn’t already going so gently.”I tried to remove my hands from between her legs because she at least deserved better than being touched for the first time in the back seat of a car, no matter how expensive the car was. But she held my hand.“I’m sorry, I forgot. Please don’t stop.” Her voice was so low that I barely heard her. But, her second statement was spoken wit
NIGHTINGALE***I initially thought he was just bluffing about spanking me till his palm smacked my left butt cheek. I jerked and immediately began to struggle. All my panicked mind was saying to me was that he would hurt me and that I needed to get far away from him to protect myself."Ssh, relax. Remember I said I would take care of you..” He said as he stroked my back. He kept rubbing me in slow circles till my panic attack subsided. He smacked my ass again, catching me off guard. But this time, before I could have another panic attack, he moved his hand between my legs.“Mmmn, you’re so wet already, baby. Your mind may be afraid, but your body knows that I’m only going to pleasure you. Relax and trust me.” As he spoke, his fingers moved in slow circles over my clit and I moaned. That was when he smacked me again, two times in rapid succession before returning his hand between my leg to stroke my wet folds. He continued like this for several minutes, alternating between spanking
NIGHTINGALE***For several seconds after I made my request, Hakan was silent, though his eyes never left mine. I was beginning to feel self conscious because I had never been so brazen before, but I forced myself to stand still and not cower.“Nightingale.” He sighed and I knew that he was about to refuse me.“You’re tired, you need to sleep. When you wake up in the morning, we can discuss about it.”“I don’t want to talk, I just… I need you.” I said, my voice lower than I wanted it to.Despite what I was saying, I was unsure, and he could see it plain as day.“Baby, if you go ahead with it, you’ll regret it in the morning when you’re more level headed.” He said so gently that tears prickled my eyes.I wasn’t usually an emotional type, I hardly ever cried, but the events of the past hours had turned my emotional fortitude to mush. And it was ironic that now that I was giving a man free rein to touch me as much as he wants, he’s rejecting me. The others that I didn’t want, all wanted
HAKAN**I was chained up in a dark, damp room. I had no idea how much time had passed, or whether it was night or day. I didn’t hear any more sounds, so I assumed I was alone. My head still ached fiercely, and I almost assumed I was blind because of how dark it was, but then someone came in to drop food for me, and I could see with more light in the room. My meal was stale bread and water that had a funny taste, but who was I to complain. They must be feeding me just once a day because my meals were spaced over several hours. My headache got worse, and I became so weak that even to open my eyes was a problem. My last meal lay a few feet away from me, and I had no energy to crawl to it. Maybe it was better this way. Maybe death would be a mercy compared to basically being treated like a dog. I thought of my mother and siblings often, wishing I would wake up from a bad dream and still be back with them. Somedays I even dreamed of being at home, and every time I woke up to see my reali
HAKAN**We lined up as we were ordered to, and no one dared try to run again even when our captors were obviously distracted. They gave us all clothes to change into; shorts and singlets for the boys, and gowns for the boys, all in the same colour, grey. Some had clothes that barely fit them, and some had clothes that were too tight, but you just had to wear whatever you were given. They didn’t bother trying to match the clothes to our body types. We were then given bread that tasted weird, with water that had a funny colour, but no one dared complain. We were all starving, and would gladly have more of the food we were given no matter how it looked. The portion we were given to eat barely filled my belly, but I was smart enough to keep a small piece of the bread for later, just in case they didn’t feed us for long again. The water was served to us in an open bowl, and not a bottle, so I couldn’t save some for later. As soon as we were done, we were separated into the various trucks
AUTHOR’S NOTE: The chapters for Hakan’s backstory will be written in his POV as a child. It will continue from where chapter one stopped, you can read chapter one again to refresh your memory. I wrote it this way for better understanding, instead of just writing Hakan narrating it in third person to Nightingale. I really hope it won’t be confusing.HAKAN ~There was a creaking sound as the container door opened, and the first thing I did was take a deep breath of fresh air right before a gun was pointed at my face.“If you’re still alive, walk out slowly.” The man with the gun ordered.Walk out? I barely had the energy to breathe, let alone move. One of the male children tried to obey the man, but collapsed to the ground and smacked his head on the container floor. With the amount of blood flowing from his head, and the fact that he obviously wouldn’t be receiving medical help, he was as good as dead.“We have to remove them ourselves. They haven’t eaten in days. I’m honestly surprise
NIGHTINGALE*I woke up feeling really warm. I tried to move away because my bladder was full, but I couldn't because I was being pinned by an arm over my stomach. I already knew who it was, being held in his arms made me feel safe. I was tucked into his chest, while he cradled my head, and breathed against my neck. I wiggled to try and escape his tight grip because I really needed to pee, but he only held me tighter. "Nightingale." He called my name with a sleepy, husky tone that made me shiver slightly, especially since his words were spoken against the back of my neck and his warm breath tickled my sensitive flesh."Where are you going?" He asked as he pulled me even closer so my ass was firmly pressed against his growing erection.The thick curtains were closed, and the clock was on his own end of the nightstand, so I couldn't tell what time it was. He was still insatiable after fucking me to within an inch of my life. But I guess I was just as bad as him because my nipples were
NIGHTINGALE*He thought there was a choice here, but there wasn’t. The first option was definitely out of the question. There was no way that I was going to stay in this house for three days without his touch. It didn’t matter how hard he wanted to spank me, I know I can take it. Besides, despite his words that it won’t be done for my pleasure, I knew he wouldn’t be able to hold back. I trusted him not to hurt me beyond what I could bear, and I knew he would still take care of me after he was done.I got up, and walked the three paces to his desk on wobbly legs before bending over it, just like I had already fantasised before now. The only difference was that I was getting spanked, not fucked. But maybe I would get lucky, and he would fuck me after the spanking. I hoped so. I turned back to look at him and licked my lips as I saw the look of hunger in his expression. This time, he didn’t bother hiding his desire from me. This man could have any woman he wanted, yet it was me with all
NIGHTINGALE~The toys he ordered arrived almost as soon as we got back home. He told me to walk out of the car and follow him up to the house naked. I was surprised because he was usually so possessive of me, and my body. His men usually patrolled the house on guard duty, and he didn’t care if they saw me naked?It turned out that I was afraid for nothing. He had actually ordered them all to move away from the entrance of the house when we arrived. So as I walked behind him inside the house, I didn’t see a single soul. Even when he was angry with me, he still wouldn’t share me with anyone else. It put me at ease, and made me trust him more. I was determined to take whatever punishment he had planned without complaint.I regretted saying I could take whatever he gave to me as soon as I knew what my punishment was. First of all, he was really serious about not laying a hand on me for the rest of the day. He always kept a few metres between the two of us, even as we walked together insi
NIGHTINGALE*When we got back to the car, Hakan didn't sit close to me. Usually, he always makes me sit right next to him, or he would carry me on his legs. Now he just ignored me and focused on his phone. I wrapped my arms around myself and stared out the window till the silence became unbearable. So I tried to apologise."Kan, I'm…""Save it, Nightingale. I don't want to hear your excuses. You did what you did, and that's all there is to it." He cut me off without even looking up at me."I'm not trying to make excuses. I just want to apologise." I replied to him."Your apology won't appease me either. I'm so mad at you right now. But more than that, I'm disappointed. Today was supposed to be for us, I took you out to make you happy. I had a whole day planned just for you. Yet, at the first chance you got, you wanted to leave me. The best option for you right now is to leave me be. I can't even look at you right now without feeling anger."I hated his silence. I missed his attention
NIGHTINGALE*I had no idea what Hakan had planned, but apparently, my body didn’t care. This reminded me of the time when he bent me over a couch at home and had his way with me. Despite the fact that we had an audience, I was still aroused. In fact, I think the fact that Marina was watching me made me even more turned on than usual. I like that he had tied her up, and I was the one he was touching, not her. She thought she was better than me, yet, I’m the one he desires. It made me feel powerful.I heard a snick behind me and turned, only to see Hakan unsheathing a small curved dagger. I knew he carried guns, but I had no idea he also had a dagger on him. It was a pretty dagger, there was a scorpion engraved on the black hilt, while the blade itself was a shiny silver. I wonder how many lives he had taken with the blade. My question must have been written on my face, because he replied to me.“Don’t worry. This blade has never taken a life. It's new. I was going to give it to you wh
NIGHTINGALE The universe hates me. There is no other explanation why as soon as I jumped out of the window, and was ready to escape, I bumped into the very same man I was trying to run from. It turns out that the important call Hakan went out to answer, he had stepped out to the side of the shop, right by the alley. I was trying to keep my head down so no one would recognise me, that was why I hadn’t seen him until I bumped into him. I expected him to bget angry and start yelling at me, instead his reaction was much worse. He looked at me with a deadpan expression and grabbed my arm. “Where do you think you’re going?” It sounded like a rhetorical question, so I didn’t bother answering. There was no emotion in his voice at all, and it was more terrifying to me. I would have preferred if he had shouted at me. Now, I could not read his expression and try to guess what he was thinking. Would he kill me for trying to escape. “What’s in the bag?” He asked and stretched his free hand out