"Boss, your phone," I was sitting on my balcony, looking out at the beautiful sunset and just thinking about what life will be like in a few days. I can't wait to look at sunsets with the love of my life, for the rest of my life.
Beauty and I have been looking at sunsets for these past few weeks and I can't get out of my mind how peaceful she and I are whenever we watched the sun set. I'll hold her in my arms and I won't get tired of her body being close to mine and now...now we're going to be parents.
"Boss," I snapped my head back at the silly man who kept calling me.
"Who the fuck is it?" I snapped at him. I was thinking about Beauty and whenever I think about her, I don't want to get interrupted because I enjoy the world I get lost in.
"It's your uncle, he says you want to hear him, it's about Beauty," the man said as he hande
"My brother will find me, Carter," I said as I looked at the older cruel looking wrinkled man in front of me as the sound of chains on the ground seemed to fill his momentary silence."I don't think I've ever heard of an American Don who needed his big brother's help," he replied cockily with a smirk and I narrowed my eyes at his ugly face."Well, not every American Don's older brother is Axwell," I replied, my tone levelled and cold as it always was.He stepped up to me, his face an inch away from my chest as he craned his neck to look up at me and meet my eyes, "I don't know you are, and I don't know who he is, but I'm one hell of a threat because here I have you, the American Don..."He snarled at me, and I simply tightened my fists, calming my inner beast which could snap his neck easily. I wouldn't have hesitated to take care of him, I wouldn't have hesitate
Mason was talkative, much too talkative for my liking. Throughout my entire life I had been taught to remain silent and observe, to speak only when I had figured my entire target out, to only speak when someone was going to die and to only speak when I found it necessary.Mason, Mason shared none of those teachings with me. With him, it was talking in the day, talking at night and it took everything in me to hold back from strangling him while he spoke.Of course those were my thoughts for the first two days, but after that, I found it- not soothing- but it kept me sane to listen to Mason drone on about anything and everything. We were in solitary confinement which meant no going outside, well, me at least. Mason got an hour outside once a day and when he came back he would tell me how it was outside, as though I had never been there before but I held back from saying anything and instead
I was brought back to the basement, as I believe it should be called, and the red boots, what I have chosen to call her guards- Kitty's guards, had instructed me to take off my overalls and take a shower. Once again, it wasn't a peaceful shower and it was starting to piss me off that they would beat me up for no reason, it seemed they took pleasure in it. When I was done with the shower, they handed me a neatly folded black overall similar to the one I had been wearing before, since the day I got here.Today, the basement had been different. A few days ago when I had been brought here it was an open floor, with only the shower but now, besides the shower was a square brown table and two chairs, across from each other. After getting dressed they had forced me to sit and wait, their eyes on me and I simply put my hands behind my back as I closed my eyes, meditating and wondering where the hell my brother was.I only o
Kitty. I couldn't get her face out of my mind, it's almost like God was punishing me with her beauty. Her name too, Kitty, it wasn't fitting. Kitty was too innocent, Kitty was too sweet. It was a name meant for someone or something delicate and a kitten.
"Two weeks? Did it have to take you so long, Axwell?" I asked with a smirk as I sat up on my bed and I was met with my brother Axwell, leaning against the door and he smiled back at me."I'm here right now, am I not?" He asked me, his British accent was thick and I could barely hear the words that came out of his mouth.I stood up from the bed, unable to stop myself as I walked to him and he embraced me in a long hug. He was my father, he was my mother, my brother and my best friend, all in one person."Here is your suit," my brother said to me when I finally pulled back from the hug between us and I took the bag he handed me in my hands as I walked back to my bed and placed it on there as I began to strip.He had brought everything I needed; underwear, a shirt, my suit, socks and my shoes."You have scars," he said, "why is your body so beat
"Can I ask you a question, Mason?" I began when I finally began to see him stir from the deep slumber he was in.He jumped up when I spoke, clearly not expecting to see me standing beside his bed, dressed in a suit with a half lit joint in between my lips. He furrowed his eyebrows, and his red eyes were confused as he nodded his head slowly."What's that song you're always humming?" I asked him, my curiosity getting the better of me.He always hummed a certain tune, and sang terribly when he did. It irritated me but whenever he did this, he seemed so immersed in what he was doing that I revelled in the silence of him not speaking to me. I noticed that he did that whenever I ignored him or whenever he'd just gotten back from his showers where he seemed most vulnerable.I didn't know if it was his coping mechanism or what, but now,
"You know, Kitty, I could give you so much more than what Carter or any other person can," I began as I could feel a smirk growing on my face as I looked at Kitty who sat across from me. Stoic and straight faced as always, her eyes watching me, "I'm not saying leave the poor guy, but...yeah, dump his ass."I grunted when the guard whipped me with a baton on the back of my head and my head banged on the table and I started seeing stars so I just shut my eyes as I began to feel myself getting weaker from that hit.I shut my eyes tightly and let out groans at the pain of that hit, "you know," I began through loud breaths, "I'm going to get out of this place and when I do, I'm going to get every single one of you, and kill you," I said and I felt a hand on my neck as they forced me to look up at Kitty and my head bobbed uncontrollably. I felt like I couldn't control my neck.So the guard kept
"You need to tell me more about you," I began, "we had an agreement, Kitty, and you're not sticking to it."She blinked as she looked at me with a hard exterior, "what do you want to know, Prisoner VII?"I know she didn't have much of a good life and I wanted to ask about it but I also know that she won't tell me, so I'll just ask about other things that can somehow get her to open up a bit more. I was still waiting for Axwell to give me the information on her but I don't know if I can stay in here any longer, honestly.Carter was making my life a living hell and he wasn't lying when he said he was going to scar me. The man was here every morning, he and his two personal guards would come into the room, pour a bucket of ice cold water over me and then when I jumped up from my sleep with a shocking start, they'd grab me and just beat me with batons until
"Boss, your phone," I was sitting on my balcony, looking out at the beautiful sunset and just thinking about what life will be like in a few days. I can't wait to look at sunsets with the love of my life, for the rest of my life.Beauty and I have been looking at sunsets for these past few weeks and I can't get out of my mind how peaceful she and I are whenever we watched the sun set. I'll hold her in my arms and I won't get tired of her body being close to mine and now...now we're going to be parents."Boss," I snapped my head back at the silly man who kept calling me."Who the fuck is it?" I snapped at him. I was thinking about Beauty and whenever I think about her, I don't want to get interrupted because I enjoy the world I get lost in."It's your uncle, he says you want to hear him, it's about Beauty," the man said as he hande
After our little yet beautiful and private, kind of sad excuse of a ceremony, everything felt right with the world and everything felt perfect between us. The sun seemed to shine a bit brighter and the air felt cooler with all the breeze that blew through his bedroom. We were having the time of our lives, still dressed in our wedding attire and acting silly.We sang and danced around his bedroom, spinning each other and rapping along to rap music. We ordered pizzas and sat and ate about a million slices as we talked about baby names and decorating a baby room.We laughed and took a nap, wrapped up in each other's arms and it felt like we really had our wedding day. To us, we were already married. We just needed it to be on paper but that's alright.Yesterday felt like a dream as I stood arguing with Zale right now. It's nothing serious, he just doesn't want me to leave but I promised him I'd be fine b
Zale refused to let me out of his sight ever since we found out I was expecting. I can't even go to the bathroom alone without him following me to make sure I don't get hurt. I keep telling him it's alright to at least let me pee in peace but the man is determined to protect me and who am I to stop him from that?So I had to keep us entertained because if we weren't making love or having rough and wild sex, we were sitting and planning for our future, talking about this baby and how we'd spoil them rotten.Zale has been begging me for the past week to show him my wedding dress, that was hidden in his closet somewhere and I made him swear he won't look at it. I know he keeps his word when it comes to me.I kept telling him no but today, I guess we were feeling a bit rebellious and I was so eager for him to see the dress. I didn't care about anything else because I wa
"That's the third time you've thrown up this morning," Zale complained and looked at me with great concern as he handed me a glass of water to drink, "I'm calling the doctor, whether you like it or not," he told me. I understood why he wanted to call the doctor but it was just a bit of normal sickness. I probably ate something that upset my stomach and I was paying for it. Or maybe it’s because of my detoxing and my diets and it’s somehow upsetting my stomach."No," I shook my head, "I'm fine," I sighed, handing him back the now empty glass as I put my forehead into my palm, wondering why the hell I was feeling so under the weather. I couldn’t help but ask myself what it really is because everything that I’m on is healthy and it shouldn’t make me throw up like this."Look at you, Beauty. The sooner I call the doctor in, the faster you can get better. I don't want you feeling so sick on
We were both all wrapped up in his silk sheets, our legs intertwined and his hands all over my body and my hands all up in his hair. We were both sweaty and only calming down from the multiple orgasms we both experienced.The curtains were wide open and the room was brightly lit with the early morning sun. Fresh air was coming into his massive master bedroom that was the size of a mall with a bed that could fit more than twenty people.Everything really felt right with the world at this moment as I looked at this man who had given me a lot more than I thought he or any other person would be able to. I really can’t stop thinking about how well he has treated me and how long he stayed by my side even when I was struggling with my addiction and trust issues."Zale," I said his name softly and he kissed me on my collarbone, "you're the first person to
"I'm going to go see Hadassah," I told Zale as I stepped out of the shower with him and avoided his eyes. It was because I knew exactly how he would react when I told him. Zale blames Hadassah for my overdose and I’ve argued with him and tried to explain to him that it was all entirely my fault and I had manipulated Hadassah for my own wants. Zale refuses to see it that way, to him, if Hadassah actually cared about me, she wouldn’t have brought me the drugs.He does have a point but I refuse to blame Hadassah because it was my decision to take the drugs and I take full responsibility for it."Why?" he asked me, furrowing his eyebrows, as he looked down at me and I matched the intensity of his gaze."Because she's my friend and I want to invite her to the wedding.""I don't like her," he said with a frown and I sighed. Zale had been so upset after my overdose and
A lot of girls grow up with dreams and visions about how their special day will be and I’ve come across many girls who have described to me the perfect princess fairy tale. Almost every young girl wanted a big ball gown and the carriage with white horses. They all pictured themselves getting married in a castle to their perfect Prince Charming.But because of the kind of living environment that I had grown up in, I wasn’t afforded a chance to dream of a better life and imagine my future. I was forced to deal with the deep and dark present nightmare that I called my life.And even when I had grown up and I turned 30 years old, I never thought that anyone would still want to settle down to me. I also didn’t plan on settling down with anyone because I didn’t think that I was capable of loving a man or a woman at any point and time in my life. Yet here I was, going wedding dress shopping with
The second we returned home and walked into his bedroom, Zale strode towards me. When he reached me, he threw me on the bed and climbed on after me. He balanced on his knees over me, pulling the buttons of his pants open impatiently.I laid where I had fallen and watched as he reached down and tore the shirt I was wearing, ripping it from me and revealing my dark nipples. His hands went into my pants and pulled them off with rough motions.I couldn’t find any words to say because I was anticipating this, all I wanted was him and I didn’t want to fill the air with any empty words. The air was filled with our heavy breaths as he made quick movement to give me the relief we both needed sexually.He flipped me onto my belly, putting his hands under my hips and lifted me. He was on me and then inside me in a moment, kneeing my legs apart, finding the angle and plunging into my softn
"Oh damn," Zale whistled as I met him by the foyer and he extended his hand for me to take, spinning me slowly so he could see me in my outfit. I was dressed in a sophisticated pure white pantsuit with a white blouse underneath the jacket. I had on a pair of sensible heels and my hair was brushed to perfection.