Omg. Who would want to hurt Darcy?
RhysThere was no sign of any form figure wearing a hoodie on the CCTV footage, not even a single glimpse. It was like whoever the person was, he hadn't been there in the first place. Which is pretty much impossible with what I had just witnessed.“What incompetence is this?”I muttered under my breath as the video continued to run. “We are sorry sir” the manager replied, sounding more like he wanted to be doing something else than apologizing to me for whatever it was. “Sorry? Your incompetence got my wife harassed. What if I had not stepped in when I did? How would that have looked? If you are truly sorry, show it!” I yelled at him. “This has got to stop!”I said, shaking my head in annoyance as the video ended. “Find me a CCTV footage that has that figure in or you'll know why you shouldn't mess with a Madigan!” At the mention of my surname, the manager froze. “And one that's clear and has good coverage of the entire event. Otherwise, consider your position gone” I told him before
DarcyHe was lying, he didn't hear me say anything! Nothing.Where did he get that from? It made me so angry that he had said those words, even if the truth, my truth was still with me, I still thought he had a little clue of what was going on.We didn't speak to each other after that day and I tried not to make him aware that I was always near him whenever we saw each other. If he was in his room we now shared, I’d be in the living room.As it was, all of our interactions were limited to small conversations or the occasional greeting when we met outside.I was tired of being in the living room and I just needed the comfort of a bed. I thought he was in his study room so I barged into the room without thinking or knocking.And there he was, skin glistening wet, a towel was wrapped around his waist but a little bit lower than what you should usually see. I don't know why. His back was turned to me and I should have gone back, but I stared at him like a hormonal teenage girl.When he tu
DarcyIf you thought Rhys Madigan was an intimidating man then you had to meet his grandfather, Jude Madigan.I felt bare sitting in front of the men and his blue eyes that were similar to those of his grandson.He had asked to speak with me alone after we arrived at his place so Rhys left me. It made me wonder if I had done something wrong or maybe he just needed a minute to collect himself. Either way it wouldn’t take long for him to get back.Jude Madigan sat across from me patiently as he took a sip from his cup of tea. He didn’t say anything even though I wasn’t expecting any response since we hadn’t spoken much to each other. I busied myself with looking around his home. Each design was specifically crafted to scream “Old money” everything reeked of wealth and class. Secretly I wondered how much money the old man had. It seemed like a lot snice Rhys and Vincent were bent on killing themselves for it.“You look tensed, sip your tea” The older man ordered. He looked different from
DarcyI stared at Rhys after he joined us as I wondered how difficult it must have been for him. I couldn't imagine a child walking in on his mother’s dead body.I wanted to press on, ask Jude Madigan more questions but he was a smart old man, he would know that facts were not adding up and he would dig further.“You invited Vincent?” Rhys asked, stepping inside and putting. an end to our conversation.“He is your brother. The high time both of you stop this madness, the better for us all” Jyde Madigan replied calmly.In no time, Vincent and Cory walked in and they seemed surprised to see Rhys and I already seated there.“Is this a mini family dinner?” Cory mumbled under her breath but I was sure we all heard her.“You can call it whatever you like Cory, I am happy to see you too” Jude Madigan said but I couldn't tell if he was joking or not. It made me realize how similar he and Rhys were.When we all sat down, Jude Madigan observed everyone under his gaze as if weighing their souls.
DarcyStrong arms pulled me away from the cold and the darkness, back to the warm-up safety of their embrace. I didn’t fight them because as much as I wanted to I wasn’t in a state to do so right now. It was more than the lack of energy that made me give up fighting it, it was the fear of being hurt by whoever it was, or worse, by myself, that made me stop fighting. That and the fact that my whole body felt numb and useless. I didn’t want to move, I wanted to stay in this perfect moment where nothing could hurt me and everything was calm. I couldn’t tell if I was still dreaming, I had to be dreaming but I couldn’t help but wonder why the woods had suddenly become my room, or why I felt warm inside, I know nightmares didn’t make anyone feel that way, I couldn’t tell if I was losing my mind. My eyes fluttered open slowly, just enough to look at who was holding me, but my gaze remained unfocused until I finally realized what I saw. My eyes widened and I gasped quietly when my vision cl
RhysI heard the thud, it was loud and it echoed throughout the room.I ran out of the bathroom to meet her on the floor. Who was this woman? How did she always manage to end up in something beyond her control? I helped her up as she groaned in pain from the impact and then sat down on the floor beside her. “You always attract trouble, I leave you alone for one minute and you get caught up with some crime or another.” I muttered to myself.“I am not a trouble magnet, I slipped, it could happen to anyone” She insisted.I ignored her as I stared at her leg, my skin twitched from the contact, which was weird.It was only when I looked up that I realized how close our faces were against each other. Her eyes were just like mine. A few strands of hair stuck to her forehead. Her cheeks had a slight tan line. The small amount of freckles that scattered across her face made me want to lean even closer.As if she read my thoughts, her tongue darted over her bottom lip unconsciously before she
Darcy“What are you doing?” Rhys didn't seem impressed at all. His face held its usual blank stare. He looked at me as if I was done something wrong.I smiled sheepishly “Making breakfast for you” ever since my encounter with Jude Madigan, it was as if I saw Rhys a little bit clearly.I understood the demons he was struggling with in more ways than one. His whole life seemed to revolve around his relationship with his mother. She had sacrificed so much and all the while maybe, just maybe he blamed himself for her death.“I have someone who does that, are you trying to kill me?” He sounded slightly amused at my attempts. But when the words left his mouth I felt like he wasn't joking.“Oh, no.” It came out of my lips before I could even think of what to say next. “I… I just…I… thought maybe I should do something nice for you” I tried to explain myself but the words died on my tongue. My palms were sweating.The silence stretched between us. My cheeks flushed under his gaze. “Why?” The
DarcyI had forgotten about the metallic tin man decor that stood behind me.I froze in place knowing how much trouble I could have been in. As soon as I heard footsteps getting closer to where I was suddenly the baby started crying and whoever that was retreated.I couldn't move even though my body screamed at me telling me to run away. I waited and as they tried to pacify the child, I snuck away as quietly as I could manage without drawing attention to myself. Once I was outside, my body shook, and my heart was racing faster than ever before. The only thing I could do was lean against a tree trying to catch my breath. After what seemed like forever I calmed down enough so that I could breathe normally again.When I got back home, I didn't feel at ease, I felt like something was going to happen and I did not want to be alone when it eventually happened. I saw that as an opportunity to do a little grocery shopping even though we were not out of groceries, a little shopping wouldn't h
DarcyI was the first person to leave Rhys' room after our endless night of sex. I didn't want to deal with the aftermath of him leaving me again. He was going to be angry and confused but he could handle it. I knew how we worked together well enough to understand what he wanted from me. I’d get over it eventually, moreover my thoughts were on other things. As I returned to my room, I had a warm bath, I could still smell him around me like some kind of lingering scent. It felt amazing and I needed more. When I stepped out of the tub to dry myself off, an idea came into my mind.Maybe I could go to Cory and offer her a peace treaty in order to gain her trust. She'd probably not believe me but it's worth a try. My heart ached at the thought of the pain I was definitely going to feel if I found her holding my son. I couldn't bear the thought of him being in her hands, it was a constant reminder of what I needed but didn't have. And she wouldn't stop trying to rub that in my face.I
Unknown POV“Can we not leave tomorrow pleaseeeee” my sister pleaded with my mom as she made her way through the kitchen on her way to get us all breakfast.It was the last day of our summer holiday and all we were allowed to do was stay home so we could wake up early the next day to start our trip back home.“Eat your breakfast, Kendall, there will be a lot of other summer holidays” mom said while she finished buttering some bread for herself. She had always been one to baby us and baby even our dad.My parents had lived together since high school. But they decided to separate at college and then they got back together after college and the rest was history. Mom worked in the city office of our town. She was a secretary but also one of the chief prosecutors of a police force in the area. Dad did work in the construction company which meant he spent a lot of time at work and he didn't get out much. He liked it that way, he said it gave him more freedom and he didn' get caught up in
Unknown POV“You haven't said anything, you didn't call me, no text, nothing. I thought we came to a mutual agreement to be partners” The blonde in front of me went on ranting ‘what could have gone wrong this time?’ she seemed to think and her eyes widened like comets when I took another sip from my coffee. I couldn't tell if she was angry at me or just startled because there was so much emotion in her voice when the words left her mouth. It was quite loud for such a small place.I focused on her red lipstick instead on trying to make sense of what she just told me and why she was upset with me. “Nothing new happened” I finally told her after taking a deep breath. She seemed to calm down a little bit but still looked angry enough to kill someone “The deal was that we would come up with something. They seem to be in love and Rhys hates me… I think” Her voice sounded bitter when she mentioned her ex and it made me uncomfortable. “Did you sleep with him?” I asked.Suddenly she looked
Third person POVThere was a feeling of dread within Mr Stark, the kind that makes the hair on the back of your neck stand up. It’s so much more than just fear—it’s also confusion, and worry, and maybe even sadness, because if he wasn’t wrong…then something was truly off.First the death of his friend had come as shocking news to him, one that had nearly shattered the stability that Stark had left in his life. Jude had not just been a friend, he had saved his life multiple times and was someone close to his heart. He had become an older brother, a mentor, a confidant, a partner. But most importantly, he had been a mentor—the one who had taught him all about law, and life, and things that he still didn’t get the hang of like golf.He couldn't imagine how the world would feel without Jude. Without his constant smile and endless encouragement, he would have lost his way long ago. His presence brought life into Stark’s life when it needed it the most—when everything felt bleak.As Stark w
Third person’s POVWhen Darcy’s mother knew that her attempt of peacekeeping was not working, she had tried other ways which had also not yielded any futile result. Her husband had come in after the plate incident, his face was red with fury, his hands clenched into fists like he wanted nothing more than to strike them against something, someone.Darcy had hid behind her mother’s floral print dress."We can't afford this," his tone was low, dangerous like a snake about to strike, "you didn't raise your child properly, she is wild and tainted by filth." He spat out each word as if it were poison on his tongue."This is my house, the first home we've ever owned," his words had turned hard and bitter like broken glass laying on the and Darcy felt an ache deep within herself that she hadn't known before."You must be sensible," his eyes were cold, calculating, like those of a scientist about to crack some important scientific truth.He had never referred to her as his daughter, then Darcy c
Third Person’s POV“MAMA" she whispered, "can I go out?""Hmm," her mother had hummed in response as she stroked Darcy’s hair, “Is that a yes?” Darcy asked hopefully“No darling”. The answer came with finality.Darcy frowned and pouted and huffed ‘but why?’"Why can't I go out now? Are we waiting for something important to happen." Darcy protested. She was seven but she had always know what she wanted“That's enough Darcy,” her father called her.“But Mama always lets me play outside,” Darcy whined.“You spoiled her,” her father had said sternly to Darcy’s mother.Her mother rolled her eyes at the statement before looking away in shame and guilt, thinking of what to do about her daughter.“Please mama…just once I want to go outside. Just this once” Darcy pleaded.It was as if the whole place froze. The mood in the house changed instantly and everywhere was silent, it caused Darcy to shrink where she sat slightly under their piercing gaze. She knew something bad happened and her mothe
Vincent“That asshole!” I cursed as I smashed the glass across the walk. The child began to cry.“Nicole! Nicole!” I heard Cory scream out. Nicole ran into the living room.“Make him stop crying” Cory ordered. Nicole took the child from her and left.“Can you tell me what is going on? You are overreacting” Cory demanded. She was not happy about being ignored.“The foolish old man did not agree. He rejected my money” I seethed through gritted teeth. “I should have known he would do that. He was always the same. Nothing was ever good enough for him” I continued ranting.“You can’t just expect him to jump on the offer immediately, my dear husband, greatness takes time and effort. You will need to be patient with him. He is still adjusting to your offer. It will take some time”“What if he doesn't agree to it before next week?” I huffed. “I cannot wait a whole week. I am in the market for something soon… Something special” I continued pacing back and forth. “Something that will last...”
Vincent “I wasn't expecting to see you, I just came back from my trip and I promised to reach out to you and your brother next week” He was sitting across the table from me in his house.Cory was right.“Well, it's a good thing I came to you, isn't it?” I asked while taking a sip of the wine in front of me.The man, Mr Stark, who was Jude Madigan’s lawyer and who was also in his late fifties, looked at me with curiosity in his dark brown eyes. His hair was greying and there were creases that made him look less like an intimidating businessman and more like someone whose life was more lived than most people’s.“It is. So why are you here?” he asked, putting down his fork. “Is everything okay?”I put down my glass of wine as well and took a deep breath before I answered “Yeah. Yeah. Everything's fine.”We stayed silent for about fifteen seconds after my statement until Mr Stark decided to break it: “And you're sure? You're absolutely certain that you’re okay?”I nodded.“Good”“Well y
DarcyAs soon as I felt him fill me I sucked hungrily onto his cock, taking all of his length, his head, his thickness. I could feel his whole body shake violently at my ministrations. Then it all went still. He released his content in my mouth and I took all of it panting heavily. His hand found mine and intertwined it with his.“Thank you” he whispered. His breath tickled my earI turned my head towards him so our noses were touching.“You are welcome” I whispered back before leaning up and placing a kiss upon his lips.Maybe he could taste himself there after all.He lifted me up from where I still was in front of him and placed me gently down on the edge of the bed. My back rested upon the mattress, he climbed on top of me straddling my lap. His fingers brushed against my cheek lovingly causing warmth to radiate throughout my entire body as he looked deeply into my eyes and smiled."God, you are beautiful," He said with awe evident in his tone of voice.I smiled shyly "I'm glad y