Ernest POV
Calm, Nervous, Reticent.
Not even close to what I'm accustomed to.Ladies collapse on the ground at my feet.They grovel for me to touch them, my shoes.And trust me when I say that my touch is quite hot.However, this one? I'm not convinced the transaction was worthwhile for her.Indeed, she has an incredible appearance. It's the only reason I consented to her arrival. Her large, full, soft lips, her honey-colored hair, and her eyes that give you the impression that you can answer a million mysteries at once.I think of the outfit she was wearing and how nice it felt to swat her behind while she was wearing it as I run my teeth over my lips. When Cole pointed her out, I was startled to see that she had tattoos all the way up her calf. She's so, well, intriguing, and he's so neat. Her doe eyes clinched the deal, and her petite, fragile body, which I want to crush, rip apart, and put back together.Her footsteps are quiet as she walks inside the room.She walks over to where my guys are gathered around the table. Her little doe eyes widen as she stops and pauses again. Her six pairs of eyes focus on her, and I observe her as she erects her spine and tightens her hands on the silk of her dress to keep the incision shut."We got a toy from you. You weren't supposed to. While he watches her, Roberto licks his lips, and my other guys wait in silence to see how she responds. She remains still and silent. "My dear, why don't you come sit next to me? We are able to share a meal. Her eyes dart to me as Roberto taps the chair next him. "Oh, don't worry about him; I'll keep the big, bad wolf away from you."In response to Roberto's remarks, Jake laughs and shakes his head. My younger brother, Jake, is the only person on Earth who really knows me. Furthermore, he is aware that no one could fend off me if I wanted them dead.Not even with him."Thanks, I think I'll stand." She puts her arms securely over her torso, almost like a shield, and shrugs her shoulders a bit higher.I growl, "Sit," at her.My one phrase silences the others, and she looks directly at me before deciding to go toward me. The sole remaining seat is situated between Roberto and Harry. She has to sit next to him, which makes Roberto happy. He smirks as she walks quietly around the table to his side.Reluctantly, she sits down and puts her hands folded in her lap as Roberto pulls out her chair.
The conversation continues on as before she entered the room, and the waiters emerge to refill our drinks.I look away from Jake to see a gleam in his eyes as he taps the table to get my attention. "You are aware that we must relocate later. It's the only method to maintain company operations. At Jake's remarks, I nod. "Ernest." I turn to face him as he calls out my name."What?"
Confused, he says, "You really bought her?" "He had financial obligations to you. Everything he had might have been snatched by you."I took her life because I owed him one." I offered Cole money for his enterprises, but he never fulfilled the dates for payment, so I felt like he owed me. I may choose to be kind or harsh on any given day, depending on how I'm feeling. When I initially saw him at that club with her, I was forgiving of him, but after that... I was going to be harsh, I knew that.Cole's only concerns are money and pussies. However, his perspective on money is flawed. He has an addiction to gambling, and as compensation, he owes me a sizable sum. His debt constantly exceeds the amount I loan him because I am in business, and I am nothing if not a shrewd businessman. Our company has been in the family for many generations, and we want to keep it that way going forward."Are you certain that's a wise decision?" When my gaze returns to Jake, he shakes his head and fixes his attention on his hands that are lying on the table. "I apologize, boss."Jake gets chances because he's my brother, but I would have murdered anybody else for those remarks.
Opportunities that are awarded to him alone.Our mother resides on the Upper East Side in an apartment. Even though she has her own money, I pay for everything, her chefs, and staff to be at her disposal. Whereas my father is rightfully buried under 10 feet of earth.I was young, just twenty-one, and unprepared for the responsibilities that came with receiving that call the day it arrived.The day before I went to work with my father, Jake and I were at a strip club, and he had me kill one of his guys just because he betrayed him. My father informed me that I needed to take note of and retain this further lesson.Those who have betrayed you are killed.No more chances.None.After I obeyed him, my father gave me a quick pat on the shoulder and instructed me to go screw myself.Jake knew, he was waiting for me out front, and he said, "Let's go get fucked up and watch some tits bounce," as soon as I left.With one female on my lap and another attempting to plant a kiss on my lips, I was halfway through my second bottle. These ladies want a share of the forbidden fruit and were aware of my family. I just cared about the pussy, not the identity of the person.I was instructed by my father to marry the person he specified, but to fuck anybody I wanted. I therefore took that action. I messed up whenever I had the opportunity. Up until the day I got married, it was the one thing he didn't control over me. It was where my cock went. What good did it do, however, when other people didn't seem to care?My own parents didn't have a good connection since my father was in charge of everything, so I'd never witnessed one."Ernest." I cast a sidelong look at Jake when he shoved the stripper away from me, and his expression was very serious. "We must leave."His subsequent remarks altered my life, thus I can still clearly recall those statements."Papa has passed away."At his burial, I never once shed a tear, and we were never able to track down the jerk who had shot him. We were unable to locate them even with all of the means at our disposal.Despite not having to, my mother shed tears.I inherited all my father has. After I rose to the position of mafia king, my life was never the same. Furthermore, I wasn't sure whether people understood the full scope of his ideas or if they were prepared for yet another autocrat.Looking back at Jake, I can say that he's the only person I trust, but that doesn't mean I wouldn't murder him if I had to.He will go down beneath with him if he ever betrays me.After emerging, two waiters set down dishes of food in front of us. Everybody at the table waits to speak until I raise my fork. In this home, it is customary for the boss to eat first as a show of respect."Is there a problem with the food you are eating?" As everyone begins to eat, I ask her. She's sitting there doing nothing, silently focusing on the table as if she's not even aware that I'm talking.The room is silent as we wait for her to respond, and everyone stops chatting. While I wait, my fingers press down firmly enough to create an impression on the object in my hand."I..." She gives a headshake. "There's nothing wrong," she concludes. She takes up a bacon slice and puts it in her mouth. I watch as she bites it, a look of horror on her face. While everyone is staring at her and perplexed by what's happening, I know precisely what's going on."Are you a vegetarian?"I pound the table with my fist when she doesn't respond. While everyone else stays still, she leaps from her seat.Indeed. Indeed, I am."Are you against bacon? I'll give you a taste of some very delicious beef later. When Roberto gives her a wink, she leaps away from him and almost bumps with Harry, much to everyone's amusement. Harry steps back, being cautious not to bump into her when she straightens up.I tap my palm on the table, a waiter appears, and I point at Mirella's dish, which she removes with haste.
I growl at her, "Use your fuckin' words next time."She essentially ignores everyone else by lowering her head while they are still eating.Throughout the remainder of the dinner, she remains still and silent.Cole's usage of her makes sense.It's easy.She enjoys being used, maybe even mistreated.We'll find out.Mirella POVI was led back to the room after breakfast and instructed to remain there.Which I did throughout the day.I was served fruit for lunch, and for some reason, I was able to fall asleep in the meantime. The door to the room opens as I sit by the window, gazing out at the ocean."Miss." I look over and find the little child from before standing there. He says, "Would you like to go to the beach?""Am I permitted?""If you wish to leave, I have permission to take you down.""Please remain with me. I turn my back on him and resume looking out the window, my mind still a chaotic mix of ideas.Was I loved by Cole?Or did he not see me at all?Was I nothing at all the time?You ponder about a lot of things when you are alone yourself with your thoughts. Makes you consider things that, in the absence of life's distractions, you would not often spend time on.A girlish chuckle comes to my attention, and the room's door is pulled open. A female walks in wearing a little black dress a
Ernest POVJake says to me as I sit across from him in front of the fireplace, "You were meant to keep her." He just returned after working on a few jobs, and he doesn't usually spend the night here. Unless his demons come to bother him.They torment us all, but especially me.I sigh at what he said."Dog." He passes me a crystal tumbler of whiskey and I turn to face him. "She could be useful to us.""For?"He smiles. "Marriage. The males will definitely be kind at first.Staring into the flames, I respond to him, "You all get enough pussy."Indeed, but one who lives in? As like this is the greatest idea he has ever had, he nods."Jake, we don't rape women.""Whoa." He raises his hands. That was not uttered by anybody. We could give her money. Many times."No," in response. Though we are many things, it is not who we are. And during our lives, we've committed a lot of bad things."Dog."Each of us turns.With his arms folded in front of him and his gaze fixed on the ground, Phillip st
Mirella POVI'm sitting by the window, still in my wet clothing, when Phillip enters with his head down. I'm sleepy and it's becoming dark, but I'm not sure whether I want to go to bed yet."Miss." As I look up, I notice that he is reaching out his hand and it has a key. I grab the key to my home from him. "Please exit the building." I follow him out the door. I approach the open front door and see two black automobiles with three guys leaning on them and talking to each other. All three halt as I go outside, and two of them give me a straight look.He doesn't."You all look wet," remarks one of them.He's not as big as Ernest, but he still reminds me of the arrogant guy sitting next to me at the dinner table with his hair well combed back and a green shirt on. However, I haven't said anything to get you this wet, sweetheart. Is it only my appearance? A part of me should be repelled by his wink, but I'm not. There's something comfortable and cozy about him, and that's risky."No, I ge
Ernest povWhen I return to my room, she is fast asleep. I ought to have moved her to a different room. It would have been the prudent course of action. Her possessions and scent are already starting to overtake mine, and I don't want that to happen. She's changed out of the outfit she was wearing before, and all the lights are on.She now sleeps in pyjamas that have dogs all over them.Robin enters, glances at her resting area before turning to face me. His only statement is, "Sean doesn't like her."That signifies something different to what others may believe it means, but I know what it means.She is liked by Sean.I'm familiar with Sean.It should come as no surprise given Sean's broad interests."Dillan is standing at the entrance. Robin gives her a glance. He says, "Should I wake her?" making sure to check with me first."No, she wouldn't be useful." He walks out after me.I don't understand why that dickhead continues coming here. After the first time, you would think he would
Mirella povI eventually fainted on his chair. After taking a shower, he got into bed and didn't say anything to me. I don't know why, but when I woke up, I was back in his bed.I'm relieved that he's not here with me when I wake up and go to my luggage to get some fresh clothes before taking a shower. He's brushing his teeth while standing at the washbasin when I go into the bathroom. He looks through the mirror at me.He's adept at simply looking instead of talking.He is unlike anybody I have ever met.I suppose I'm grateful for it.I promise you, I've encountered some very unscrupulous characters in my time.I turn to face him, set my belongings down, and turn on the shower before starting to undress. I don't feel self-conscious about my appearance. From an early age, my parents instilled in me the belief that beauty is subjective, meaning that if you have a persistent notion that something has to be altered, you will continue to dwell on it until you come to despise it.When I was
Ernest looks up at me, his eyes sizing me up before they close on mine. He enquires, "Are you heading to a club?"I thought I looked nice. I had to attempt the outfit after seeing it on Pinterest."You left out the location. Glancing back over my shoulder, I begin. "I can switch if something more ostentatious is needed where we're going." I enquire, "Am I riding with you?" as I turn back to face him and follow him as he walks to his vehicle."Enter," is his stern reply.I follow his instructions, sighing, and get in beside him. His gaze briefly lingers on my exposed thigh before averting his gaze as the vehicle accelerates."Where are we heading?" With my hands folded on my lap, I ask.He doesn't respond."Well, it was a terrific day for me. Read a novel about a girl who was abducted and realised, "Oh, hey, that's me," while catching up on work. I laugh and see that he's perplexed by my attitude."Are you a reader?""No."Well, at least he responded to that one, so I win!"Are we eati
Ernest povI ought not to have.I made a mistake.I also don't make a lot of errors.However, this was among them.Before getting in the vehicle with her, I ought to have had sex with someone else.I could have had all my fucking issues fixed with that.I kiss my lips and run my palm over my face as she enters. She should be spanked since it took her longer than two minutes.What's wrong with that? Still, I think she would like it.Fuck it. She approaches us, and I shake my head. She walks up to the single seat that is available, which is directly next to me, and places her hand on the back of it. Everyone is silent, all eyes on her."May I take a seat here?" I feel like everyone at the table is staring at me, waiting for an answer to her inquiry. "Hey?" She scans the room, nodding to the guys sitting at the table, then turns her gaze back to me. She asks again, a little more bite in her mouth, "Can I sit here?"I eventually say, "Sit," and she does exactly that—pulling out the chair,
MIRELLA’S POVCole is the picture of hot perfection with eyes of the warmest shade of green and a smile so sexy, it had women stare with thirst in their eyes, hoping for a piece of him. Can you blame them though? Well, unfortunately for them, he was my husband of five years, and tonight, it was one of those rare nights when he wasn’t consumed with his work and had taken me out to a bar for some good time.The bar was a cozy, fancy spot, dimly lit with a soft glow from the vintage bulbs hanging from the ceiling. The hum of low conversation flowing around us and clinking glasses was the perfect ambience. Cole led me to a corner booth, his hand firmly gripping mine as if to reassure me that tonight, he was all mine. Yet, there was something nagging the back of my mind. Something felt off and for the life of me, I couldn’t place it.We slid into the booth, and he signaled to the waiter. "Two double Old Fashioneds, please," he ordered with that confident charm that always made my heart ski
Ernest povI ought not to have.I made a mistake.I also don't make a lot of errors.However, this was among them.Before getting in the vehicle with her, I ought to have had sex with someone else.I could have had all my fucking issues fixed with that.I kiss my lips and run my palm over my face as she enters. She should be spanked since it took her longer than two minutes.What's wrong with that? Still, I think she would like it.Fuck it. She approaches us, and I shake my head. She walks up to the single seat that is available, which is directly next to me, and places her hand on the back of it. Everyone is silent, all eyes on her."May I take a seat here?" I feel like everyone at the table is staring at me, waiting for an answer to her inquiry. "Hey?" She scans the room, nodding to the guys sitting at the table, then turns her gaze back to me. She asks again, a little more bite in her mouth, "Can I sit here?"I eventually say, "Sit," and she does exactly that—pulling out the chair,
Ernest looks up at me, his eyes sizing me up before they close on mine. He enquires, "Are you heading to a club?"I thought I looked nice. I had to attempt the outfit after seeing it on Pinterest."You left out the location. Glancing back over my shoulder, I begin. "I can switch if something more ostentatious is needed where we're going." I enquire, "Am I riding with you?" as I turn back to face him and follow him as he walks to his vehicle."Enter," is his stern reply.I follow his instructions, sighing, and get in beside him. His gaze briefly lingers on my exposed thigh before averting his gaze as the vehicle accelerates."Where are we heading?" With my hands folded on my lap, I ask.He doesn't respond."Well, it was a terrific day for me. Read a novel about a girl who was abducted and realised, "Oh, hey, that's me," while catching up on work. I laugh and see that he's perplexed by my attitude."Are you a reader?""No."Well, at least he responded to that one, so I win!"Are we eati
Mirella povI eventually fainted on his chair. After taking a shower, he got into bed and didn't say anything to me. I don't know why, but when I woke up, I was back in his bed.I'm relieved that he's not here with me when I wake up and go to my luggage to get some fresh clothes before taking a shower. He's brushing his teeth while standing at the washbasin when I go into the bathroom. He looks through the mirror at me.He's adept at simply looking instead of talking.He is unlike anybody I have ever met.I suppose I'm grateful for it.I promise you, I've encountered some very unscrupulous characters in my time.I turn to face him, set my belongings down, and turn on the shower before starting to undress. I don't feel self-conscious about my appearance. From an early age, my parents instilled in me the belief that beauty is subjective, meaning that if you have a persistent notion that something has to be altered, you will continue to dwell on it until you come to despise it.When I was
Ernest povWhen I return to my room, she is fast asleep. I ought to have moved her to a different room. It would have been the prudent course of action. Her possessions and scent are already starting to overtake mine, and I don't want that to happen. She's changed out of the outfit she was wearing before, and all the lights are on.She now sleeps in pyjamas that have dogs all over them.Robin enters, glances at her resting area before turning to face me. His only statement is, "Sean doesn't like her."That signifies something different to what others may believe it means, but I know what it means.She is liked by Sean.I'm familiar with Sean.It should come as no surprise given Sean's broad interests."Dillan is standing at the entrance. Robin gives her a glance. He says, "Should I wake her?" making sure to check with me first."No, she wouldn't be useful." He walks out after me.I don't understand why that dickhead continues coming here. After the first time, you would think he would
Mirella POVI'm sitting by the window, still in my wet clothing, when Phillip enters with his head down. I'm sleepy and it's becoming dark, but I'm not sure whether I want to go to bed yet."Miss." As I look up, I notice that he is reaching out his hand and it has a key. I grab the key to my home from him. "Please exit the building." I follow him out the door. I approach the open front door and see two black automobiles with three guys leaning on them and talking to each other. All three halt as I go outside, and two of them give me a straight look.He doesn't."You all look wet," remarks one of them.He's not as big as Ernest, but he still reminds me of the arrogant guy sitting next to me at the dinner table with his hair well combed back and a green shirt on. However, I haven't said anything to get you this wet, sweetheart. Is it only my appearance? A part of me should be repelled by his wink, but I'm not. There's something comfortable and cozy about him, and that's risky."No, I ge
Ernest POVJake says to me as I sit across from him in front of the fireplace, "You were meant to keep her." He just returned after working on a few jobs, and he doesn't usually spend the night here. Unless his demons come to bother him.They torment us all, but especially me.I sigh at what he said."Dog." He passes me a crystal tumbler of whiskey and I turn to face him. "She could be useful to us.""For?"He smiles. "Marriage. The males will definitely be kind at first.Staring into the flames, I respond to him, "You all get enough pussy."Indeed, but one who lives in? As like this is the greatest idea he has ever had, he nods."Jake, we don't rape women.""Whoa." He raises his hands. That was not uttered by anybody. We could give her money. Many times."No," in response. Though we are many things, it is not who we are. And during our lives, we've committed a lot of bad things."Dog."Each of us turns.With his arms folded in front of him and his gaze fixed on the ground, Phillip st
Mirella POVI was led back to the room after breakfast and instructed to remain there.Which I did throughout the day.I was served fruit for lunch, and for some reason, I was able to fall asleep in the meantime. The door to the room opens as I sit by the window, gazing out at the ocean."Miss." I look over and find the little child from before standing there. He says, "Would you like to go to the beach?""Am I permitted?""If you wish to leave, I have permission to take you down.""Please remain with me. I turn my back on him and resume looking out the window, my mind still a chaotic mix of ideas.Was I loved by Cole?Or did he not see me at all?Was I nothing at all the time?You ponder about a lot of things when you are alone yourself with your thoughts. Makes you consider things that, in the absence of life's distractions, you would not often spend time on.A girlish chuckle comes to my attention, and the room's door is pulled open. A female walks in wearing a little black dress a
Ernest POVCalm, Nervous, Reticent.Not even close to what I'm accustomed to.Ladies collapse on the ground at my feet.They grovel for me to touch them, my shoes.And trust me when I say that my touch is quite hot.However, this one? I'm not convinced the transaction was worthwhile for her.Indeed, she has an incredible appearance. It's the only reason I consented to her arrival. Her large, full, soft lips, her honey-colored hair, and her eyes that give you the impression that you can answer a million mysteries at once.I think of the outfit she was wearing and how nice it felt to swat her behind while she was wearing it as I run my teeth over my lips. When Cole pointed her out, I was startled to see that she had tattoos all the way up her calf. She's so, well, intriguing, and he's so neat. Her doe eyes clinched the deal, and her petite, fragile body, which I want to crush, rip apart, and put back together.Her footsteps are quiet as she walks inside the room.She walks over to where
MIRELLA’S POVCole is the picture of hot perfection with eyes of the warmest shade of green and a smile so sexy, it had women stare with thirst in their eyes, hoping for a piece of him. Can you blame them though? Well, unfortunately for them, he was my husband of five years, and tonight, it was one of those rare nights when he wasn’t consumed with his work and had taken me out to a bar for some good time.The bar was a cozy, fancy spot, dimly lit with a soft glow from the vintage bulbs hanging from the ceiling. The hum of low conversation flowing around us and clinking glasses was the perfect ambience. Cole led me to a corner booth, his hand firmly gripping mine as if to reassure me that tonight, he was all mine. Yet, there was something nagging the back of my mind. Something felt off and for the life of me, I couldn’t place it.We slid into the booth, and he signaled to the waiter. "Two double Old Fashioneds, please," he ordered with that confident charm that always made my heart ski