Shelly’s POV The last few days have been nothing short of incredible. The connection I share with Sebastian has grown even more intense and addictive. Every moment we spend together is filled with an electric chemistry that leaves us craving more. Whenever we’re at home, we seem to lose ourselves in each other, our hands exploring and our bodies drawn together in a passionate embrace. Although having to keep our relationship a secret can be frustrating at times, it adds an exciting layer of thrill and mystery to our encounters. The need to hide our affection from the outside world somehow makes our moments together feel more exotic and exhilarating. Now that I’m back at school, I find it difficult to concentrate on anything other than the thought of being at home wrapped up in Sebastian's arms. I miss him immensely; he means the world to me, and every second apart feels like an eternity. I can’t help but miss you Seb My daddy mhm. Feeling naughty I decide to text daddy while
Sabrina’s POV: A few days prior The air in the basement was thick and oppressive, a damp chill that seeped into my bones, leaving me shivering. Not just from the cold, but from the dread that wrapped around my heart like a vice. I was led down the creaking stairs, my pulse quickened at the sight that met my eyes. My parents, bound to the walls, their faces etched with fear and despair, with a silent plea for help. Every fiber of my being screamed at me to run, to escape this nightmare, but there was nowhere to go. Falcon stood there, a sinister figure leaning casually against a rusted metal table. His smug grin sent a chill deeper than the cold ever could. "You want your parents back, don’t you, Sabrina?" he taunted, his voice smooth yet dripping with malice. "Just a simple text will do." Every syllable felt like a blade, piercing through my heart. "I can’t do this," I whispered, my voice barely audible as a lump formed in her throat. The weight of the ultimatum hung over h
Falcons POV I stood in the dimly lit warehouse, a place shrouded in shadows and mystery. My men gathered around a rickety table, the flickering light casting eerie shapes on their faces. The atmosphere was thick with anticipation, tension crackling in the air. “Listen up,” I said, my voice low but commanding. “This afternoon, we’re pulling off a job that requires precision and teamwork. We’re going to kidnap Shelly, the step sister of Mafia boss Sebastian and she will be mine.” My men exchanged glances, a mix of excitement and apprehension. I could sense the questions brewing, but I pressed on. “Shelly’s a senior at the high school, known for her smarts and connections. We’ll use those connections to our advantage.” He leaned over the table, spreading out a map of the town, personal notes scribbled in the margins. “She walks home from school every day at 3:30 PM. That’s our window.” John, the youngest member and still a little green around the edges, raised his hand. “What’s
Sabrina’s POV I dreaded waking up this morning in an empty house, knowing I would be betraying my best friend. I went to sleep with tears in my eyes, and I woke up just the same. How could this Falcon jerk do this? What have I or my parents ever done to him? I made it to school feeling like a zombie. I didn't want to be here at all; I wished I could have stayed in bed all day, avoiding the drama that was about to unfold. I haven’t seen Shelly yet, and I’m unsure whether that’s good or bad. Maybe she didn’t come to school today. That would definitely derail Falcon's plans to kidnap her. A thrill of hope surged in me maybe, just maybe, I won’t have to betray her. But then another thought crept in: what would that mean for my parents? Turning to my left, all good thoughts flew out the window when I saw Sebastian’s car and Shelly stepping out. Dammit, why couldn’t she be sick today? I thought to myself. Sprinting into the school, I tried to avoid her as best as I could because if
Shelly’s POV I wake up with a jolt, disoriented and panicked, the world spinning around me. The last thing I remember is rushing towards the school after catching sight of Sabrina’s text. But now, I find myself in a dimly lit, unfamiliar room, my wrists tightly bound to a cold metal chair. My heart thunders in my chest, and I can still feel the remnants of the chloroform swirling in my head. I squint in the low light, trying to make sense of my surroundings. The walls are bare, painted a dull gray that matches the oppressive atmosphere clinging to me. A flickering bulb overhead casts eerie shadows. My vision is slowly coming back to normal and I can make out a bed, dresser, and two doors in the room. One of them is my exit route. The other one is hopefully a bathroom. My breath quickens as I strain to recall how I got here, but my mind betrays me, haunted by one terrifying thought: Sabrina set me up. The betrayal slices through me like a knife. How could she? Wasn’t she my bes
Shelly’s POV Continues The creaking of the door interrupts my thoughts, and my heart thuds louder in my chest. A figure steps into the room, and I feel an urgent need to shrink back. He moves with an unsettling confidence, his presence commanding the dim light around him. “It’s so lovely to see you awake, Shelly,” he says with a smooth, almost oily voice. The man before me is Falcon, the infamous leader I’ve heard whispered about in fearful tones. His dark hair is slicked back, revealing sharp features and a calculating gaze that sends chills down my spine. “What do you want?” I demand, trying to mask my fear with defiance. My throat feels dry, but I muster every ounce of strength to challenge him. Falcon chuckles softly, a sound devoid of warmth. “Oh, I think you know exactly why you’re here. You belong to me now.” A cruel smile spreads across his face, and I can feel the weight of his words crashing into me. The implication sends a wave of nausea rolling through my stomach. T
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
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
Shelly’s POV The after-party, in my book, ended on a high note. At least now, I won’t have to worry about all those fake people who only wanted to be friends with me or Sabrina just to get close to Sebastian. It’s not like he would ever entertain them, but it always bugged me. Finally, that chapter in my life is officially closed, and I can breathe easier. As I sat at the kitchen table reminiscing about last night, Sebastian approached me with a warm smile, lifting me gently. He took my spot and nestled me comfortably onto his lap. “Good morning, baby girl,” he greeted, his voice as soothing as ever. “How are you feeling? How does it feel to finally be a college graduate?” “I feel fantastic, baby,” I replied with a gleam in my eyes. “It’s so liberating. No more school drama or people feigning interest just to get to you.” My slight grumble made Seb chuckle endearingly. “Oh, baby girl,” he said reassuringly, “you know I’ve always had eyes only for you. None of them ever stood
Shelly’s POV Once at home, Sabrina and I dove into the world of fashion, eager to choose the perfect outfits that would set the tone for a night of memorable memories. We decided on light-colored cocktail dresses. I chose a delicate, light blue dress, with intricate lace details that danced around the hem and gave it a whimsical touch. It complimented my complexion. Sabrina, always the lively spirit, opted for a vibrant pink dress that radiated joy and confidence. The dress, with its playful ruffles and sophisticated cut, highlighted her bubbly personality flawlessly. Meanwhile, Sebastian and Michal wore a more casual yet sophisticated approach. They selected outfits that combined comfort with a touch of bad boy style, settling on classic blue jeans paired with sharp, well-fitted button-up shirts. With their black leather jackets. Sebastian came up to me and laid a kiss on my lips whispering ”I can't wait to rip this dress off of you tonight baby. You look amazing and sexy as
Shelly’s POVThe last two weeks have passed in a blur since the plane crash, and life is gradually settling back into what could be considered normal, as much as it possibly can under the circumstances. Despite the chaos, it's been an incredibly eventful period. The funerals, though held amid sorrow and loss, were deeply moving and offered a sense of closure. I'm relieved to see that Sebastian, Michal, and the rest of our group have managed to return to their usual selves, persevering through the grief. Sabrina and I have been swamped with exams, thanks to the fact that it's the end of our senior year. We’ve been working tirelessly, burning the midnight oil, in a bid to ace every single one of them so we can graduate with flying colors. And today’s the big graduation day! The excitement coursing through me is amazing. I’m thrilled to be closing this chapter of my life and looking forward to what lies ahead.
Shelly’s POV Sebastian and Michal were officially advised to rest for a week following the tragic event, but their resilience and sense of duty wouldn't allow them to remain idle. They didn't completely disregard the recommendation to take it easy, but they couldn't sit back while Sabrina and I handled all the funeral arrangements on our own. "We can't just stand by, Shelly," Sebastian insisted, his voice steady yet underscored by a quiet urgency. "This is our responsibility. These are our people. I can’t abandon them because I’m supposed to be resting." I nodded, my eyes dark with determination. "I know. It’s hard to sit in the background, and you're stubborn as hell but yes I won’t stop you from helping but you need to promise to take it easy I just got you back myself Sebastian." “Thank you baby you're stubborn I’ll give you that and I know you're just looking out for me and that’s one of the many reasons I love you.” He says and gives me a gentle kiss on the lips. Al
Shelly’s POV Continued As Sebastian drifted into sleep, Sabrina and I found ourselves wrapped in the heavy silence of the car, the hum of the engine the only constant. Breaking the silence, Sabrina sighed, “It’s overwhelming, isn’t it? Thinking about the families who won’t be as lucky as we were.” I nodded, the weight of the realization settling in. “Yeah, it is. We need to think about how to honor them too. There’s so much to plan aside from our weddings.” Sabrina leaned back, looking out the window, “Maybe some charity work, or setting up a fund in their names? Something meaningful to remember them by.” “That’s a great idea,” I agreed, appreciating her sense of empathy. “We’ll make sure they’re always remembered. But,” I added, trying to shift the mood, “I can’t believe Sebastian asked me to Marry him!” Sabrina’s eyes lit up at the change of subject. I continue “I’ve been dreaming about a fairytale-like theme, something with enchanted forests and twinkling lights.” “Sounds m
Shelly’s POV As I stand there, completely overwhelmed, I watch Sebastian, his eyes glued to mine, sparkling with anticipation and love. I can hardly believe it. Did he just propose? Is this happening right now? My heart races, a cacophony of emotions swirling inside me. My mind repeats, "Oh my gosh, oh my gosh," like a mantra, trying to grasp the reality of the moment. I feel tears welling up, and I can hardly contain them. Sabrina, my delightful whirlwind of a friend, is beside herself, squealing like a kid at a theme park. "Girl, you better say yes!" she exclaims, wrapped up in Michael's arms, laughter and tears mixing together in the most heartwarming way. I tear my gaze from Sebastian to take in the surreal scene around me. Friends. Love. Joy. It's like a dream I never want to wake up from. Finally, I find my voice, wobbly but exhilarated, and I look Sebastian right in the eyes, those eyes that are both tender and strong. "Yes!" I shout, my heart leaping with joy. "I would
Sebastian’s POV It’s been quite a few days since we found ourselves stranded on this isolated island. Climbing up the hill to get some phone service on our first night was, unfortunately, a failure. The anticipation we felt as we embarked on that climb quickly turned into disappointment. Realizing the need to conserve our phone batteries, Michal and I devised a plan. It's a delicate dance of optimism and realism that drives our strategy. Each morning, filled with a mix of dread and hope, either Michal or I make the climb up the steep hill. Once we reach the top, we only turn on our phones for a few precious minutes, sending brief yet informative texts to our girls and the men hoping that it will help locate us. After that, we quickly power off the devices, clinging to the slim hope that one of our messages will make it through. We understand it’s a long shot, wishful thinking at best, but it’s one of the few things that keeps us grounded. The ocean’s vast, waves make any atte
Shelly’s POV With the relentless buzzing of my alarm clock piercing through the quiet morning, I groggily lean over to silence it. As I roll over to give Sebastian his usual morning kiss, a chill runs down my spine. His side of the bed is cold, and he's nowhere to be seen. Anxiety tingles at the edges of my consciousness as I whisper to myself, "Where could he be at this hour?" Quickly, I scan the bedroom, squinting through the dim light. I even peek into the bathroom, but it’s empty, with no trace of him. Feeling a rising sense of urgency, I make my way down to the kitchen, hoping I'd find him sipping his morning coffee, but the eerie silence greets me instead. Panic begins to tighten its grip on my heart. On my way out, I bump into Sabrina. She's startled by my sudden appearance. "Sabrina, have you seen Sebastian this morning?" I ask, my voice tinged with worry. She gazes at me with a bewildered expression. "Babe, he’s not back yet?" Her words make my heart skip a beat. "Wha
Sebastian’s POV Swimming to shore turned out to be much more challenging than we had initially imagined. The relentless waves seemed to conspire against us the entire way, making every stroke feel like an uphill battle. Despite the adversity, our determination carried us through, and eventually, we managed to make it to the shore, drenched and exhausted. The very moment my feet sank into the firm, wet sands, an adrenaline-fueled urgency surged within me, compelling me to sprint towards the dense line of trees in search of coverage. The relentless storm that had tossed us from our vessel still raged mercilessly, a true force of nature that showed no signs of relenting. The shore, far from being a sanctuary, was a chaotic, dangerous expanse with the tide rapidly advancing and threatening to swallow everything in its path. Each roaring wave seemed intent on reclaiming us, making our retreat inland seem like a race against time. Reaching the relative safety offered by the trees,