Sebastian’s POV: A rush of heat flooded my body at the unmistakable sound of her sweet, soft moans. I felt my heart race and my senses sharpen. It was a sound I had heard many times before, one that ignited a primal desire deep within me. I had often found myself drawn to her bedroom at night, compelled to check on her, to make sure she was safe and sound, only to leave with a cold shower as my only relief. Walking toward her room, I noticed the door was ajar, a slight invitation that I couldn’t resist. I paused, my breath hitching in my throat as I peered inside. What I saw froze me in place, desire coursing through my veins like wildfire. Shelly was sprawled out on her bed, completely naked, her head thrown back against the pillow. Her legs were spread wide open, leaving me with an unfiltered view of her mouth-watering, pink, shaven pussy. I licked my lips, entranced, unable to look away. Her fingers moved skillfully, sliding in and out of her tight walls, and the sounds she
Shelly’s POV: It’s been a few days since the incident, and I still haven’t had the courage to tell Sebastian what Chase did to me. I know Sebastian he would kill him without a second thought. I couldn’t blame him though but I don’t want to lose him either. Strangely enough, I haven’t seen Chase around school these last few days either. There are whispers circulating around the students that he might have been sent to Providence, or perhaps his mother chose to send him to live with his dad again. He’s a big bully and this is only the tip of the iceberg for his antics. For those who don’t know, Providence is a school specifically designed for students who have gotten into serious trouble—those whom regular schools can no longer manage. Due to the safety of the student himself or her self or the stupids in a regular school. The teachers can no longer handle these stupids anymore. The environment in providence is much stricter, with heightened police protocols and a stricter co
Sebastian’s POV The following day, my men and I gathered in my office, a space filled with maps, files, and the lingering scent of strong coffee. We were deep in discussion, trying to piece together the whereabouts of that elusive Chase prick who had managed to slip through our fingers. The atmosphere was thick with frustration as we combed through every lead and tip we had, but so far, we were met with a frustrating silence. Each moment that passed felt like a wasted opportunity, and the pressure was mounting. Our minds raced with possibilities, but despite our best efforts, we were left with no clues to guide us in our search. Determined to crack this case, we leaned over the table, scrutinizing every detail, brainstorming strategies, and refusing to let our resolve waver. Suddenly, I hear a soft knock on the door, pulling me from my thoughts. It’s Shelly. My heart races as I call her in, the anticipation of her presence stirring emotions I desperately try to keep at bay. She e
Shelly’s POV It's finally Friday, and that means one thing: the glorious start of our Spring break has arrived! Thank goodness, because I desperately needed a break from the relentless grind of school and all the drama that seems to follow me like a shadow. The thought of two whole weeks without the pressure of deadlines and annoying group projects fills me with excitement! But hold on—what to do with this new freedom? I refuse to waste my precious vacation cooped up in the house for the next two weeks. Not a chance! Just as I’m lost in thought, my phone erupts with blaring music, almost giving me a heart attack. I snatch up my phone, and to my delight, it’s my best friend Sabrina calling. “Hey girl, what’s up?” I answer, my heart racing with anticipation. “Shelly! We are going out tonight, baby! I’ll be over at 6 PM sharp to do our hair and makeup—got it?” she exclaims, her excitement radiating through the phone. “Yes, girl! Thank goodness! I was just trying to figure ou
Sebastian's POV I find myself in the VIP section of my latest club, having a conversation with Michal regarding business, especially concerning who is chasing after Shelly and where the mysterious Chase can be found. The club is already quite successful. We anticipated that it would draw in a fresh group of young adults, in addition to our existing clients on the payroll. As I talk with one of our members, Michal suddenly shouts, 'Hot damn,' causing me to turn and see what has caught his attention There she is: Shelly, my baby step-sister, looking absolutely stunning in a cocktail dress. Every guy in the club has noticed her. Damn women, I think to myself, baby you’ll be the death of me. I watch her and Sabrina dancing, lost in the music and clearly having the time of her life. Michal chuckles, completely conscious of the thoughts swirling in my head. Choosing not to pay attention to him, I chuckle and shake my head before heading down to the main floor. Coming up behind Shel
Sebastian’s POV The alcohol courses through our veins, making everything feel more intense. This is so wrong on so many levels, but I can't stop now. I need her, and the way she’s acting tells me she needs me too. We can't keep our hands off each other during the short ride to the house. Thank God it's not long, or I would’ve taken her right in the car. She moans into my mouth every time I kiss her, a melody that plays sweetly in my ears. Her moans are heavenly to me; I can't get enough. As we make our way into the house, I scoop her up into my arms, and she giggles all the way up the stairs. I toss her gently onto the bed and lean beside her, caressing her face. "Shelly, you’re so beautiful. I hope you know that." A hint of pink brushes her cheeks at my words, and I love it. Desire and lust glimmer in her eyes. She is gorgeous, and I’m about to savor her in the most delicious way. “Shelly, are you sure you want this?” “Yes, Sebastian. I’ve always wanted this more tha
Shelly’s POV Thinking to myself. That experience was truly wow! It was absolutely amazing in every sense. I’m feeling incredibly sore right now, but every moment was worth it. My body still feels like it’s on fire, but in the most thrilling and exhilarating way imaginable. Sebastian was, well, wow! That’s all I can really say about him. After we had the most mind-blowing, intense sex I’ve ever experienced, he took extra care of me in the bath. He was so attentive, making sure I was comfortable and checking in to see if I was too sore. His consideration was just as captivating as the experience itself. And let me just mention, his dick was huge, and he certainly knows exactly how to use it. Every movement, every touch felt perfect. In the bedroom, he truly is like a goddess, exuding confidence and skill. It was an unforgettable encounter that left me both excited and a little bit breathless. Now Sebastian wants to talk, and I can feel a knot tightening in my stomach, the nerves
Sebastian’s POV “Shelly, I also want to talk to you about something else, but I’m not sure if you're really ready for it yet. You strike me as so pure and innocent, and the last thing I want is for my words or actions to ruin that part of you.” I say, gauging her reaction. “Seb, come on! You're a mafia boss, for crying out loud, how much worse could it possibly get?” she replies, rolling her eyes dramatically. “Besides, innocent? Please! We just had sex!” She pauses for a moment and leans closer, adding with a playful purr, “And I don’t think that qualifies as being innocent, do you?” I chuckle softly, both at her sass and her confidence. “Well, baby girl, I wouldn’t exactly label what we did as bad. Seriously, with that mouth of yours, you might just need a good spanking to remind you what’s appropriate,” I tease, unable to hide the grin forming on my face. “But I want you to understand something about me—I’m what some people call a Dom, and certain things you do or say really bri
Sebastian’s POV Dr. Grey entered the hospital room to see Shelly, a patient recovering from surgery to treat an abdominal wound. Her primary task was to check the status of Shelly’s stitches and to ensure the healing process was on track. Shelly had reported some increasing discomfort, which is common as the initial anesthesia wears off and the body adjusts to the healing process. To manage her pain effectively, Dr. Grey administered painkillers intravenously, which provide quick relief, along with antibiotics to prevent any potential infection at the site of the wound. Dr. Grey noticed Shelly's blood pressure was slightly elevated, a frequent response in patients experiencing pain, as the body naturally reacts by increasing heart rate and blood pressure. However, she reassured Shelly that this was a normal reaction to postoperative discomfort. Despite the elevated blood pressure, Dr. Grey was pleased to report that Shelly’s heart rate, blood work, and oxygen saturation levels we
Shelly’s POV "Sabrina, can I talk to you alone?" I asked, my voice steady but my heart heavy. She met my gaze, fear evident in her eyes. I understood her turmoil betraying a best friend is no easy burden to carry.Sebastian, sensing the gravity of the moment, tenderly kissed my forehead. “Take your time,” he whispered, then left the room with Michal. Now it was just Sabrina and me, alone with her confession."Shelly, I’m so sorry," Sabrina began, her voice trembling. "Will you ever forgive me? I felt trapped. Falcon kidnapped Mom and Dad and threatened to kill them if I didn’t play his game. He promised to return them once the mission was over, but he never did. As soon as I realized his deceit, I went straight to Sebastian and confessed everything."Her words spilled out, laden with regret. "If I could go back, I’d tell Falcon to shove it. I love you, Shelly. You're my best friend, and I can’t bear to lose you."Listening to Sabrina, my heart ached. Her choices had been impossible.
Dr. Grey finally appears, and everyone quickly gathers around her, anxiously waiting for the latest updates on Miss Shelly’s condition. I can't help but be the first to start firing off questions, “How is she doing? Is she awake? Is she in pain?” “Calm down, Sir. Let me address your questions one at a time,” Dr. Grey responds with a calm, reassuring smile. “I understand you’ve all been waiting for quite some time, so please allow me to explain the situation fully.” “Please, have a seat,” she advises, gesturing to the chairs we had hastily vacated upon her arrival. As we retake our seats, Dr. Grey starts her detailed explanation. “Miss Shelly is currently both malnourished and dehydrated, conditions likely caused by her lack of food and water during her kidnapping ordeal. Fortunately, I was able to remove the shard of glass embedded in her abdomen without complications. Thankfully, there was no severe damage to any vital organs, which is very reassuring." She continues, “At
Sebastian's POV I quickly pull out my phone and dial Michal’s number. He answers on the first ring. Before I can say anything, he blurts out, “Did you find her? Are you bringing her home? We were attacked, but we're doing okay.” Ignoring his rapid-fire questions, I reply, “Michal, set up a medical bed quickly. We’re on our way back now. Call the doctor, too, because we’re going to need her.” “Wait, why? Who’s hurt? Who needs the bed?” he asks, worriedly. “It’s Shelly, Michal. She's hurt. She needs the doctor as soon as possible,” I explain briefly before ending the call. Standing up with Shelly in my arms, I cradle her to my chest as carefully as I can without hurting her more. Right now, she is unconscious, and I pray she’s okay. At least she doesn’t feel the pain, but once she awakens, she will feel it tenfold. Derek opens the back door of the SUV for me, and I climb in with Shelly, placing her gently on my lap. The ride is only about fifteen minutes to home, but it feels like
Shelly’s POV Night has fallen once more, engulfing me in an oppressive darkness that matches the weight in my heart. A short while ago, one of Falcon's men took away my untouched dinner plate. Hunger gnaws at me, but fear grips me tighter, strangling any appetite I might have had. The screams from earlier still echo in my ears, haunting my thoughts and denying me any semblance of peace. Terror has been my constant companion since I arrived here. The guards act as though I am invisible, their indifference grating on my nerves like nails on a chalkboard. If they’re going to kidnap me and keep me locked away in this dreadful room day and night, the least they could do is answer my questions. Even a pretend truth would be something, but silence is all they offer. Time blurs together in this place, but I know it’s only been a few days. Yet, it feels like an eternity of isolation and dread. The lack of food and sleep is wearing me down, my body growing weak and sluggish. I'm caught in a v
Falcon’s POV "Sir, we tracked down Sabrina. She was heading toward Sebastian’s. We’re convinced she’s about to spill everything how we’ve got Shelly. What should we do?" I couldn't help but smirk; the thought of her betraying us fueled my anger. "I always knew that reckless girl would turn on us. That’s why I never released her parents. I had a feeling she’d slip up," I replied, letting my wicked grin spread. "Let her talk to Sebastian for now. We can use that to our advantage. Her parents oh, they will pay dearly for her mistakes," I said, relishing the thought. With a dark satisfaction swirling in my gut from Shelly’s futile attempts to escape, I made my way down to the basement. This was going to be entertaining, I thought, the thrill of the game rushing through me. I pushed open the heavy basement door and approached Sabrina’s parents. "Sabrina did what you asked," her father choked out, desperation creasing his brow. "Why are we still trapped here?" I leaned in, s
Shelly’s POV It’s been two long, agonizing days since I was abducted, and I’m still confined in this wretched room. Falcon’s men enter twice daily to leave food, but I refuse to touch it. I’m terrified it might be poisoned. Taking that risk feels like a leap I can’t afford especially if I want to get out of here. Each time I muster the courage to ask them questions, they dismiss me with indifference, as if I were invisible. The frustration bubbles within me, a potent reminder of how desperately I want to escape this nightmare. I want to go home, to feel the warmth of Sebastian's presence again; I miss him more than words can express. Why hasn’t he found me yet? My heart aches with the longing for his comfort. And then there’s Sabrina, my supposed best friend, who betrayed me with such ease. I still can't fathom why she turned her back on me. It feels like a cruel twist of fate. Maybe she felt like she had no choice? I don’t know. I haven’t seen or heard from Falcon since t
Sebastian’s POV “I need to talk to Sebastian, and I need to talk to him right fucking now before it is too late!” The frantic urgency in her voice slices through the air like a knife. The words tumble out all in one breath, revealing her desperation. Just then, Sabrina bursts through the door, pushing Michal out of the way like he’s nothing more than a mere obstacle. “Hey you Bitch!” Michal shouts, his voice filled with indignation. I hold up my hand, silencing his outburst with a single gesture. “Sabrina, calm down. Tell me what all of this is about.” My heart races as I watch the raw emotion flicker in her eyes, panic, fear, and an underlying current of determination. “It’s about Shelly,” she says, her voice cracking as tears stream down her face, glistening in the dim light of the room. “Sebastian, I know what happened to her and who took her.” At those words, my stomach drops like a stone. “What do you mean you know where she is and who took her? Sabrina, how do you know
Sebastian’s POV I burst through the doors of the school, the sterile, overly bright hallways stretching before me like a maze of uncertainty. The buzz of chatter and laughter felt cruelly out of place. I pushed past students who had no idea of the nightmare unfolding just beneath the surface, my focus laser-sharp. I couldn’t lose my girl, not like this. I turned a corner and spotted the principal’s office. Without knocking, I swung the door open, nearly startling Mr. Jenkins, whose mustache bristled as he gawked at me, wide-eyed. “Sebastian!” he stammered, rising to his feet. “What are you doing here?” “Where is she?” I demanded, my voice colder than ice, chilling the air between us. “Where's Shelly?” Mr. Jenkins’ face paled, for a brief second. The reality of the situation settled in his expressions, pulling his eyebrows together. He knew Shelly was my stepsister and how I’m part of the mafia. “Sebastian, please—” “Cut the crap!” I shouted, slamming my hand against his desk