She scrubbed her hands thoroughly, washing the dirt off and as she did, she couldn't help but remember the list of bacteria that lived in soil. As a fervent student back in school she had mugged up as many microbes in soil as she could. It was the kind of fun no one related to, the nerdy activities she poured herself into to forgo the fact how empty her life truly was. For a moment she forgot that he might still stood behind her probably watching her like a pervert. She discarded the flooding information about tiny microbes at the back of her mind, focusing on task at hand. Satisfied with her cleanliness she grabbed the hanging towels beside her, wrapping one around her body and simultaneously tapping herself dry with other one. Finally turning her body she met with the scene she hadnt expected to see. Unlike her presumption that her husband in his ever so smooth posture still stood near the basin, he was gone, leaving the stick of his apple devoid of its flesh.When did he go? She
"You don't want to get pregnant do you?" She had seen it coming. The chance was too lucrative for him to not dig each one of his suspicions out and yet the question made her perplexed. With what audacity was she supposed to say she hated the idea of children. She loathed her own life so much to give birth to another one. The sheer will to be pregnant was downright toxic. Life was a rotting insufferable punishment she had survived because of the sins of her parents. She always looked at being childless as a present to her children for never having to suffer the stupid life. For all that she had learnt so far, her life wasnt lived, it was endured, suffered. She was sure under the rule of her husband if her children at all lived they would nothing less than bear their life than live it. It was too horrible out in the consciousness that she never wanted her unborn children to experience it. She knew she sounded absurd. It was absolutely irrational for someone who hadn't looked at their
"Get ready"A voice called out.She absently tossed to the other side, slowly to not add pressure on her bruises. A hand abruptly snatched the blanket off her, making her jolt from slumber."I said get ready"She rubbed her eyes, looking at him as if he had asked her for her kidney.He looked unbothered. Tying his tie with his usual poker face, looking ready to leave for work, as if yesterday hadn't happened, as if life moved on faster for him than anyone else.Her hand still itched from the red marks of his tight rope, reminding her that time was working just fine for her."Where" she whispered that came out muffled by her wretched throat.He looked at her through the mirror, raising his brow.She immediately understood questions weren't in order. She hadn't particularly been very good to earn that right yet.Covering herself with the blanket she made her way to the bathroom, stumbling as she did so, understanding that her balance today wasn't supposed to be trusted too...She found
After three days of spending time in his office she started bringing her own stuff. Ploping her laptop in front, she worked as he screamed into phones and god knows what muttered to his goons. She realised, inside the four walls of office he was extremely workaholic. She hardly ever saw him relaxed and chatting with his people. He would be either clenching his teeth because someone didn't follow his order or carry his stoic face around the table where he worked for hours.This was probably the only time where she truly got to see how he worked. Italians bustled in his office and listened to him as if he read Bible. She was sure probably they all took his words on their hearts too, listening and following intently.She liked seeing people blabbering in foreign language, probably discussing crime and planning it. Although what she didn't like was one particular man that had ever so tauntingly drilled fear in her heart.She'd see Dominic, under the secure protection of her husband or not
Without wasting a single moment he glued the phone to his ear. His pulse rose in a strange anticipation, he didn't have a good feeling about this.Before he could prepare himself to hear what had already befallen, he heard a plea, a meek and helpless one. She sounded stuck, desperately begging someone in the deadly silent room."No...no...please...I can't...."He stood up with a jerk, letting the heavy chair fall back with a thud. He didnt say anything back, there wasnt a need to.Swift as thunder he barged out the door cutting the call. He knew more than he needed to. She is in trouble.Stomping through the hallway, he speedily tramped through the way to kitchen, knowing she must be somewhere on the way.He had already activated the tracker he had set in her phone. Never had he thought he'd need to use it so soon. His heart hammered fiercely, pumping adrenalin in his throbbing veins, desperate for the blood of whoever had dared touching her. The tracker immediately buzzed to life,
She watched from the slit of fabrics, remaining concealed behind the curtains as frantino mansion inundated with familiar faces she had seen at their wedding. It was obvious there was a havoc outside in the mafia world. The repercussions of Don killing his own brother were imminent. She could feel the heat of inferno his death had inflicted upon frantinos. Sadist or not Dominic was an important member of the family. His dangerous ways had accomplished hard jobs the simple way. His hands reached inside politics as deep as ones could reach. No one had had imagined the demise of such a strong man by the don himself. His desires to accede to donship rotted in his grave dug far away from where the respected frantinos laid buried. With his death ended everything, his ambitions, his dreams, and the very secrets that carried him to his grave. Just as expected, the reverberations followed the wrath of his family, interrogations from Auclairs and the rage. The very rage that still pulsed insid
It seemed impossible.Had his issues with Donavan been so deep that he considered doing something so unforgivable?"Killing him was wise" Donavan stated, gently interwining his hands through her hair as they dangled off the handles of chair.It indeed was. It proved to Auclairs that no matter who the snitch would be, Frantinos kept no room for forgiveness. For them, disloyalty was a liability that was never endured inertly. If anything at all, it strengthened Frantino's relationships with Auclairs. There was no space for misunderstandings now. The baseless snitch was caught and killed.But this part of truth was only for the underworld that thought of Dominic as a disloyal bastard. Their unawareness of his potential to be a brutal rapist was legendary.The confidential piece of information only revolved inside the family, like toxic gas in holocaust. Everyone found it difficult to come upon acceptance that Dominic had died for his attempt of rape. As much as embarrassing to gulp the f
He had called the doctor after. Her thinning body and exhausted stature was becoming worrisome.Everytime he would return, she would be lying down, not necessarily sleeping, just playing dead with open eyes, sometimes staring at herself in the mirror, sometimes at the wall.He hadn't received a chance to notice before but her eating habits had taken a hit too. Her mood swings, irregular insomnia and disturbed phases could not all be justified for Dominic's death, or it could.Donavan wasn't a man who took chances and he knew he never would, especially with her.She forced herself to stop procrastinating. Her tiredness seemed to have no end. Every time her mind would feel fresh to walk up and get something done, her body would force her down, telling her to rest a little more than she needed to.She sat instead. Resting her laptop on her lap.She suppressed a yawn as it slithered up her mouth, watering her eyes, urging for a nap. After hitting send on her final email she closed the lid
She woke up to the sunshine, which in her books meant she was late. Her head pounded from inside when she tried to look around the room, finding nothing odd in the mess anymore. Hurrying into the bathroom she brushed her teeth, unbothered by the fact that she was stark naked and miserable, inadvertently gratified that he wasn't here to witness it. Entering into the closet she slung on the fresh new dress, realising that her headache was slowly being replaced by her usual worries about Inaya. She never wanted her to think her mother was being indolent with time, that adults' had problems bigger than her little world. A loud fit of childish laughter caught her attention at the door. Retrieving, she peeked from the window to behold the source of cheery sound, finding her little girl playing ball with uncky Enzo. He pretended to fall dead when the huge weightless ball was thrown at him, sending her into the full blown of giggles. Sia watched the playful exchange from distance, paying m
He grunted against her back. Her breasts were painfully crushed against the wall as he kept her pinned on it. Her right leg had started to spread the numbness from being hoisted up in his arm for so long. He thrusted inside her, roughly, deeply, so much that she had an urge to roll her eyes to the back of her skull. When he loosened his hold on her leg, her legs collapsed like jelly, struggling to stand on their own. Yet on her untrustworthy limbs she managed to tremble her way to bed, slumping on it with her legs dangling off the bed, accepting her fate. He closely followed, not enjoying her otherwise adorable struggles. She sighed when he turned her on her back, entering her once again, picking up the godly pace in mere seconds. The irksome creak of the bed accompanied her moans as she tried to gather already ruined sheets in her fists. As she would have on any other occasion, she could not match his eyes when he fucked her. The strange sense of betrayal clawed her heart for the
"You thought I wouldn't know what happens behind my back?" she felt his hold loosening on her poor cheek, holding her neck. His other hand gripped her waist, bringing his lips closer to her ears. Her collar bones dug into his hard chest, as if he could no longer suffer the painful distance between their hearts. "What happened at the mall?" he asked without beating around the bush. He had wanted to ask the question since Ron's call in the afternoon. He remembered casting the glass on his table across his office, watching it shatter down to countless pieces as he clutched the phone to his ear, listening intently. At first, Donavan didn't know whether monitoring the cameras was a wise decision, whether it would make her feel watched and uncomfortable. Therefore she didn't need to know. He let Ron keep it a secret that she would be watched every single second.He regretted nothing when he watched the recording Ron sent. He did not want to react, he wanted to believe that there was a sto
He took a step back, watching her stricken face. Her legs shook as she struggled to stand on her own, her knees felt weak, her hands weakly tried to hold on to the slippery wall, failing. But more prominently, she realised, the throb in between her legs was most weakening, distracting.He undid the belt holding his pant sensually, hanging it on the hook diagonally up her head. When she did not show any intention to leave, too stunned to make sense of his actions, he continued his stripping by pulling the zip down, very much aware of the bulge waiting for her to see it.A look of disappointment crossed his face when she abruptly rushed out the door, as if disgusted with a show personally arranged for her delight. However he realised he had told her to leave. He wondered whether he should have specified the details, how he wanted her to lie on his bed, with her ass in the air and legs spread wide open- waiting for him so he could touch the delicacy before eating it, fucking it.The thou
"Take off your clothes and lie down on the bed"With that, he loosened his hold on her neck allowing her to gulp water like a thirsty camel. He took a step back as a tear of rage dropped from the rim of her eye on the soft cheek. She watched him deleteriously, his degrading demand echoing in her senses.And before she knew it, her hand was already halfway through the air. Her heart skipped a beat when his face turned.Her hand collided on the side of his face, slapping him. He was stunned, glued to his spot, watching the floor, blinking to make sure he wasn't dreaming, that it wasn't indeed a nightmare where she smacked him. He looked into her eyes, the same rage filled orbs that were going to burn him into flames. "You're never touching me again with your bloody hands. NEVER!!" His face remained stoic as he watched her trembling state. When he took a step forward she pressed herself back into the wall, pushing her index finger forward, warning him with it. "Don't you dare come
He arrived earlier than usual. It was a luxury he believed, a luxury that he had two people to be thankful for. Two dead people to be precise. Had they not chosen to spill the information they were required for earlier than they had, he'd have never been able to make this speedily back home. "May their souls rest in peace" he muttered delightfully under his breath, aware of the clack-tap of his boots on the clean marble floor. Donavan expected Inaya to be asleep by now. It was eleven in the night. As per her mother's strict laid out rules, she was to sleep by ten in the night which aligned perfectly for her waking schedule that started at seven am. He peeked into her room to see her, his nerves calming without instruction. He noticed that the space besides her was empty; not empty in the sense that no one had touched that side of the bed, but as if someone had laid there for a while and left. He knew exactly who it was. He closed the door to her bedroom behind him quietly, movi
"You look scared of me" the woman smiled, her baleful gaze impossible to be mistaken, "But again, you always were. Let's keep the child outside this. You don't want her to hear what I'm about to tell you."Tara watched the woman venomously, wondering how could the woman demand so boldly even after all these years. The old woman had no name. They never trusted Tara with their names. She didn't know the name of the mission, or her trainers or of the organization. She was to address them as sir and madam, nothing more nothing less. "Eugene" the woman called out, looking at Tara with a strange longing that made her uncomfortable. A woman appeared in her early twenties with a cheery smile, a smile that seemed designed to lure children, so fake that no one could mistake it for empathy. "Give baby Ina to her. She'll take care of it"Tara didn't want to know how she knew Inaya's name, she was aware that nothing could be kept from her madam, it never had."No"The woman looked at her, reall
Tara tried not to make noise in the backseat as the little one jumped up and down speaking incoherently with her teddy bear. It looked like the bear and the girl had a lot in common, much like her mother from beside and Ron from the passenger seat. Tara looked awkwardly outside the window as driver drove through aesthetic streets, unaware of the past history his boss was forced to share with their Donna. Had he known that his mistress had ran over Ron's body and was the reason why he was now a registered amputee, he too would have shown symptoms of uneasiness. Tara reminded herself to kick Donavan's ass in the night. What was he thinking before tagging Ron along the woman that destroyed his life?She suddenly felt remorseful of her actions. Had she not been so audaciously courageous to run the car over him without a second thought, she'd never have lived to see this moment. She had thought of apologising to the big man but she knew it was as useless as ashtray on a motorbike. He di
Tara ran in the hallway crowded with people in uniforms, some dressed in blue, others in pink. Their steps were faster than hers, sliding the stretcher across the long corridor, yelling medical terms she could not understand. Tara realised that she was screaming, crying for help from strangers that told her they would everything to save her.Her? Her who? She did not know.She looked down at the blurred figure laid on stretcher, the outline of nasal tube going through the little nose, syringes attached to the fragile wrist. Who was it? She stretched her eyes through uncontrollable tears, confused and frightened for who it was that she was crying for.And suddenly she was pulled apart, by whom she did not care to look, her eyes focused on the figure on the stretcher that was now moving away from her. Its eyes opened and it looked at her, the green forest met her dark orbs. Tara could finally see her daughter through the haphazard chaos, realising the cause of her own helpless cries, th