NIGHTINGALE~The first thing I noticed when I woke up was how badly my breath smelled. I was lying on a hard surface, facing sideways, and when I tried to turn, it hurt like I had landed on that side and maybe fractured something. My head felt like it had been thrown into the washing machine and spun around till every component in it was shaken loose, and my eyes ached even though they were closed.“Wake up.” I heard someone say.The voice was vaguely familiar, but I couldn’t remember who it belonged to, not just because my head was still ringing, but because I instinctively knew that whoever this is, I may know them but I hadn’t spoken to them in a while.“Get your fucking ass up, birdie. This ain't a hotel.” The person said and shook me again.This had to be someone from my high school, they were the only ones who called me birdie for years no matter how I tried to make them stop. The only thing I could recognise from the voice was that it belonged to a male, and from the way my sk
HAKAN***After disposing Destros and burning his damn house to the ground, I left with the men I came with. No one spoke to me or tried to ask me any questions because they could all clearly see that I wasn’t in the mood. I was fucking pissed, and at the same time, I felt a sliver of something I hadn’t felt for a long time, fear. I realised why they say that people only feel fear when they have something to lose. Sure, I’ve had my wealth as something to lose, and my brothers in arms, but it was different. Firstly, I knew that even if I lost everything I owned, that I would still be able to make more money to replace it. And I trusted my brothers to be able to handle themselves in whatever circumstance so there was no need for fear for them. But right now, knowing where Nightingale was, and the possibility of what could be happening to her right now was driving me crazy with worry.I had only known her for one night, but I knew for a fact that she would do anything for her sister. I w
HAKAN***Even though I wanted to put a knife through his eye, I couldn’t do that for the sake of the mission I was here to accomplish. The butcher was a man in his early fifties, with a stocky build, a double chin and a pot belly bigger than a pregnant woman who was due for birth. He was also almost completely bald, and his once blonde hair had become nearly white. With his blue eyes, he might have been considered handsome in his youth because he was a stereotypical blonde that women seemed to be obsessed with for some reason, but the more power he acquired, the more influence he got from his business, the more lazy he got physically. He had lots of guards and he was confident of his usefulness to some of the worst people to ever exist so he didn’t feel a need to keep fit. He was also too proud to exercise any form of caution. The only reason he was still alive was because he was protected by his connections.Like my men had stated, anyone who killed him would be hunted by all the pe
HAKAN***“I do hope I have your attention now.” I said with a nonchalance I didn’t feel.I was angry, so damn angry, but I didn’t let it show on my face. The guard I had tortured a little before he spilled his guts didn’t say anything about Nightingale which I’m honestly not sure if it’s a reassuring sign or not. Maybe she hasn’t gotten here yet, or maybe she was killed off before she could even get inside. Even as it has low security, the place would be hard for someone like her with no experience to get into.“Who the fuck are you?” He yelled at me as he grabbed his leg.“Do you know who I am? I will have you beheaded for this, you…”He kept rambling while I took my time removing the disguise on my face. In here, I didn’t need it. There were no cameras here, and after I’m done with him, there would be no witness to my presence here except my men..“You?” He said as he saw my face and I smirked.“Yes, me.”“I will make sure that everything you have will be taken from you, little boy
HAKAN***Of all the Italian Mafia families, the Il ragni, better known as the Spider Famiglia, were the worst. They had no sense of honour, no moral code, no restriction, no limits. Anything was okay to them as long as they made a profit. Doing any form of business with them was a risk because they were more likely to use you for their gain . They were good at blackmail and backstabbing and their partners usually ended up dead. It was why they were only associated with the worst of the worst sets of people like the butcher. Most reputable crime families and organisations avoided them for a reason. Yet, here I was, using an Alias to try and make a deal with them. Obviously I couldn’t approach them by myself or it would be too suspicious. If the meeting was also traced back to me, it would still be a problem.I used one of my contacts that owed me a favour to arrange a meeting with the head of the Il ragni clan in the city. Even if it was one of the Italy based bosses that took Nightin
NIGHTINGALE ** I had to sleep in a park because there was nowhere else to go. I wasn’t alone though, there were other homeless people occupying various positions around the park. I stayed away from all of them but not too far away just in case. There was safety in numbers, even if every other person here would rather run away to save their life than stay to help if there was actually danger around. The money I left my former neighbourhood with was hidden somewhere, I couldn’t risk keeping it with me to avoid getting mobbed. I only kept some spare change that I could get food with. Luckily for all of us, it hadn’t rained since I was here, but I knew that luck would run out soon. I didn’t plan to stay here for long anyway. After leaving the butcher’s club, I contemplated going back to Destros to seek some additional help, but then I thought better of it. He had warned me never to set foot in his territory again. Despite his help with getting me into the butcher’s club, I knew that he
HAKAN***SEVERAL MONTHS LATER*WORK. I’ve been doing so much of it lately that I may as well change my middle name to busy. It was good for business, but the truth was that it was just a distraction. It’s been more than a year since I last saw Nightingale. Months of endless searching yielded nothing. I even tried to use my few contacts in a different country to try and find a trace of her, but it was still the same result. She was nowhere in my city because I’ve basically combed through every street in one way or the other while searching for her. It was like she disappeared off the face of the earth.The worst part of the whole situation was the fact that I never even got to find out what happened to her. Did she die of heartbreak after not finding her sister? Was she caught while trying to rescue her sister and then killed? Was she still alive somewhere? So many questions, no one to ask them. Not knowing the answers to any of my questions was what made it all more unbearable. So I
HAKAN ~ Before the show even started, Cherry sent some of her girls that weren’t part of the dance line up for the night over to our booth. One of the women, blonde, nice hips, red lips and a pretty smile approached me. I could see the fear in her eyes that she tried to cover up with her smile. Every other man seated with me looked interested in the females, even Diazo who was usually the stuck up one. I looked like I would rather bite off my finger than be here, and the icy look on my face would scare even a fully grown man, I didn’t blame her. The others already had females draped all over them, and they watched to see if I would let the female walking towards me actually touch me. I’ve been hostile to females these past months because every other woman’s touch just reminded me that they weren’t my Nightingale. They didn’t smell like her, didn’t look like her, didn’t smile like her, didn’t move like her. But I was here to try and forget about Nightingale, to have fun, break out of
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