Sebastian’s POVToday marks the commencement of an important and transformative journey for the women we courageously rescued approximately a month ago. As the sun rises on a clear, crisp morning, we find ourselves gathered in a vast, open field situated behind the safe haven we've come to call home. This field is bordered by lush, dense woods that are crisscrossed with intricate trails perfect for running and building endurance. It’s an area we've primarily designated and utilized for the rigorous training of the men in our group. However, understanding the unique needs for the safety and comfort of the recently rescued women, we've decided to allocate this serene yet secure space specifically for their training sessions. We've seamlessly relocated the men to another secure area where they can continue their more intense training regimen without any disruptions. The group of women, numbering twenty in total, has willingly stepped forward to undertake self-defense training, a decis
Shelly’s POV Continues I handed down the first whistle to the woman standing closest to me. It gleamed in the sunlight, a simple yet crucial piece of equipment that hinted at the day's dual purpose adventure and safety. The silver chain dangling from her hands seemed small in comparison to the grand nature that surrounded us, but its importance was undeniable.“Please take one and pass the rest down,” I instructed as the procession of hands began, each participant taking her whistle with a sense of responsibility. I watched as each woman stood a little taller after donning her whistle, ready to tackle whatever lay ahead.After a few minutes, I surveyed the group to make sure the process was complete. Every neck was adorned with the metallic accessory, the light catching them at various angles as they swung gently. With the preparation now behind us, it was time to embark on our journey.“Alright, let’s get moving, girls!” I announced, turning toward the path that wound through the t
Shelly’s POVToday marks a significant milestone for me, as it's my first day back at school after the traumatic events of my kidnapping and the unsettling incident of Sebastian's shooting. It's been a whirlwind of emotions, and convincing Sebastian to let me return was no small feat. He was adamantly opposed to the idea, firmly believing that continuing my classes online, as I had been doing during my recovery, was the safest option. Despite his concerns, my desire to return to school in person overpowered his hesitations. The truth is, I longed for the sense of normalcy and connection that came with attending school physically. There's an energy in the classrooms, hallways, and even in the casual interactions with friends that I sorely missed. Online classes served their purpose, but the isolation was slowly eating away at my mental well-being. Sebastian, ever the protective soul, had his reasons for worrying. He feared that someone with ill intentions, much like Chase, might at
Sebastian’s POV Mich and I had just dropped the girls off at school, ensuring they were safe and sound before driving away. At the gate, I confirmed that Greg Shelly’s assigned guard was present, vigilant, and ready to act if any situation were to arise. It was part of our routine, yet essential given the circumstances. Back at the main warehouse, the atmosphere buzzed with the hum of forklifts and the rustling of boxes. We methodically combed through shipments, ticking off items on our inventory list, and making doubly sure that we have everything required for the upcoming deals. Each crate, meticulously checked; each checklist, painstakingly filled to avoid any oversight. The last shipment painstakingly recovered from Falcon and his crew was finally back where it belonged. Every piece of stolen goods was accounted for. The crates, lined up neatly, brimmed with firearms and ammunition, each shadowy figure waiting for its destined owner. I placed calls to our partners, voices cra
Shelly’s POV: It's a beautiful evening with the sun slowly setting in a blaze of orange and pink hues. I give Sebastian a big, lingering kiss and whisper a heartfelt thank you to him. He beams at me, his foot tapping slightly in excitement as we drive back to our cozy little house at the end of the charming street lined with blossoming cherry trees. As usual, Sebastian swings around the car and opens my door for me. He's such a gentleman, always attentive and respectful in a way that melts my heart. What I adore most is knowing that he reserves this beautiful chivalry just for me. Once out of the car, I bounce over to Sabrina, unable to contain my excitement. "Guess what babe," I announce with a wide grin, "we are going clubbing!" Sabrina’s eyes light up and she jumps with her fist punched high in the air, shouting, "Hell yeah!" Her enthusiasm is infectious and just what I was hoping for. But then, the seed of realization plants in her mind, and she narrows her eyes suspiciously.
Shelly’s POV Arriving at the club, the atmosphere buzzes with pulsating energy. The night is young, and outside, a serpentine line of eager party-goers snakes toward the entrance. Anticipation hangs heavy in the air, with clusters of friends huddled together, laughter and chatter creating a symphony of excitement. The line stretches into the distance, but with Sebastian, being the mafia boss, we go right up front, stepping the rest of the people eager to get in and curious stares. A towering bouncer stands guard at the door, muscles rippling under his tight black tee, eyes hidden behind dark aviator sunglasses. He spots us immediately, a glimmer of recognition crossing his stony expression, lips curling into a smile for me and Sabrina. Sebastian is by my side in an instant, his presence commanding and unquestionable, arm snaking possessively around my waist. It's an unmistakable statement, one that claims and protects all at once. The bouncer's demeanor shifts visibly as he ack
Sebastian’s POV The way Shelly handled that waitress was hot as fuck. It turned me on right away. My heart raced with excitement, knowing my baby was just as possessive over me as I am over her. It made me proud, seeing her fierce loyalty in action. Even though I wasn’t paying the waitress any mind, Shelly took her claim on me for the whole club to see, her presence bold and assertive. Seeing that Shelly was about to attack the waitress again because of the disrespect she was sprouting, I quickly grabbed her back, feeling the tension in her muscles ready to spring. I whispered close to her ear, “Calm down, beautiful. I wasn’t paying her any mind, baby.” My voice was a soft plea against the rising tide of her temper, a gentle anchor in the storm brewing within her. She gazed into my eyes, her fiery determination meeting the calm tides of sincerity and reassurance. Slowly, her fury began to dissipate, her shoulders relaxing under my touch. I continued, gently, “You are the only g
I tossed the car keys over to Michal, confident in his ability to catch them mid-air, which he did effortlessly. With a reassuring nod, he moved to help Sabrina into the passenger seat, gently ensuring she was comfortably settled in. Meanwhile, I took care of Shelly, guiding her into the backseat with the care I’ve come to know she appreciated after a spirited evening like this. Once Shelly was seated, I slid in next to her, feeling the familiar warmth of her presence. I reached over to buckle her seatbelt, a ritual she often resisted with playful stubbornness. Even though she hated wearing it, I always insisted for her safety, a rule she begrudgingly accepted from me, despite my own lack of adherence to the same precaution. With everyone secure, we were ready to start the journey home. As we made our way home, I found myself deep in a conversation about business with Michal. The girls, meanwhile, were absorbed in their own animated discussion, the car filled with a lively buzz
Shelly’s POV It’s the evening before my wedding, and here I am, snuggled up in Sabrina’s room for the night. Both Sebastian and Michal are not thrilled about this arrangement. Michal’s got the spare room tonight, while Sebastian stays put in our room. Tradition dictates that the groom and bride should remain apart the night before their wedding, as any encounter is thought to bring bad luck. While I personally find this notion a bit archaic, I understand that our parents hold these beliefs dear, and I'm willing to keep with tradition for them. Sabrina and I are currently enveloped in an emotional episode of Grey's Anatomy. The tears flow freely from our eyes as we watch the tragic death of Derek Shepherd unfold on screen. The sorrow stems from a doctor’s oversight in failing to give him a CT scan, missing a crucial brain bleed. The scene is utterly heartbreaking, and I find myself shedding a series of ugly tears. Suddenly, there’s a gentle knock at the door. Leaping up, I a
Shelly’s POV It’s two in the morning, and after an eventful evening, us girls are finally stumbling through the front door of our home. Oh my lord, what a night it truly was! We had an amazing time, and oh my, those strippers really were something else. My, my, my.. they sure knew how to get the hormones racing! I thought to myself while walking into the house. As the excitement of the night begins to settle, Sabrina, one of my closest friends, plants a playful kiss on my cheek and asks if I’d like to join her for some late-night TV watching. We figure that the guys are probably passed out in their rooms by now after their own night of fun. Despite her invitation, I gently decline, explaining that I’m completely tuckered out and would rather check in on how Sebastian's night turned out. With a warm smile, Sabrina wishes me goodnight before making her way to the living room to indulge in some television entertainment. Lately, she’s been struggling with bouts of insomnia, a chal
Sebastian’s POV With everything that’s been happening lately and the wedding fast approaching, the dozen of events shows no sign of slowing down. Despite the flurry of preparations and stress, Michal and Sabrina were adamant that we couldn't miss out on one tradition: the bachelor and bachelorette parties. According to them, you simply can’t get married without celebrating this rite of passage. They were so spirited and persuasive that we couldn't really refuse. So, here I am, surrounded by a cavalcade of neon lights and pulsing music, in none other than a strip club, chilling with my best man Michal and a few close friends and guards. Despite the din, Michal manages to make himself heard, shouting over the table with a mischievous grin plastered on his face, “I told you this is just what you needed, brother!” His words carry a mix of teasing and sincerity, enhanced by the fact that he’s slightly tipsy, his laughter infectious. The atmosphere is buzzy and electric, the pe
Shelly’s POV “Doctor Grey, can you tell us the gender of our babies, please?” I inquire anxiously, clutching Sebastian's hand with a mixture of excitement and nervous anticipation. Doctor Grey glances at the monitor, her expression soft and full of warmth. “It’s no problem, Shelly. As far as I can tell, you and Sebastian are expecting identical twin boys,” she announces with a radiant smile. The joy overcomes me instantly, and tears of happiness well up in my eyes, spilling over my cheeks. I’ve always dreamed of having a boy first, and now, in this miraculous twist of fate, we’re blessed with two boys at once! “Sebastian, did you hear that, baby? We're having boys! Can you believe it?” I exclaim through my joyful sobs, my heart soaring with overwhelming delight. “Yes, baby, I heard that,” Sebastian replies, his voice filled with pride and excitement. “We are going to have two very strong boys.” He gently wipes away my tears with his fingers, their warmth and roughness a comfort
Shelly’s POV As we pull up to the house, I’m immediately enveloped in a fit of laughter, unable to contain myself at the sight before me. Sebastian’s eyes are wide with shock, his jaw slightly dropped as he stares at the mountain of boxes neatly lined up in the driveway. Sabrina and I had a little spree today, and now the delivery truck is here, unloading all the treasures we meticulously picked out together. I catch Sebastian’s eye and his baffled expression is simply priceless, a mix of incredulity and amusement that makes my belly ache with laughter. Sabrina catches on to my amusement, turning her head just in time to see Sebastian’s bewildered face, and she bursts out laughing as well. Her laughter is infectious, a melodious echo that plays on the gentle afternoon breeze. “Girl, his face says it all,” she manages between her giggles, “you're in deep trouble,” she adds, doubling over with even more laughter. “Maybe, but trust me, it’s going to be so worth it,” I insist, sti
Shelly’s POV It’s been an incredible and emotional month since Sebastian and I discovered that we’re expecting not one, but two little ones. Twins! The realization still takes my breath away; it feels both surreal and magical at the same time. Knowing that I’m about to become a mother to the love of my life, and having our babies soon, brings a flood of emotions and dreams fulfilled. Everything is gradually falling into place, just as I had hoped. Speaking of Sebastian, if you thought he was a protective whirlwind before, you should see him now! From the very moment he found out about the pregnancy, he flipped into full-blown protective mode. Honestly, I can't even sneeze without him checking in if I'm alright. I joke, of course he does let me use the bathroom on my own without constant supervision. Other than those precious solo bathroom moments, though. I always have either Sebastian by my side or one of his trusted guards. Henry, one of my guards, has become especially clo
Shelly’s POV Sabrina and Michal prepared to cut into the cakes, eager to reveal whether they would be expecting a baby boy or girl. The air buzzed with anticipation, but I found myself gradually succumbing to a wave of dizziness, prompting me to lean against the wall for support. My mind, a swirling tempest of thoughts, silently pleaded, hoping against hope for reprieve, as the peculiar lethargy that had plagued me for days reared its head once more. For the past few days, my energy had been inexplicably sapped, a disquieting fatigue entwining itself around my every attempt at normalcy. Yet, I waved it off, attributing my condition to nothing more than the anxious jitters associated with orchestrating Michal and Sabrina’s grand gender reveal. Each time I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror, I looked even paler than the last, a ghostly reflection of my growing exhaustion. Just the previous night, an ominous premonition manifested when I inexplicably fainted in the kitchen;
Sabrina’s POV Michal and I walked through the door, and as we stepped into the room, we were immediately enveloped by a loud chorus of "Surprise!" and "Congratulations to the new mommy and daddy!" The unexpected warmth and camaraderie from the people we love unleashed a flood of emotions inside me. Tears began to well up in my eyes, not from sadness, but from overwhelming gratitude. Shelly had orchestrated this wonderful surprise, and I felt truly blessed to have such thoughtful friends. As I wiped away the happy tears, I waddled over to Shelly, eager to give her a big bear hug. My round belly, however, made the hug a bit of a challenge, resulting in a lot of laughter between us. "Oh, Shelly, babe, thank you so much! I was completely taken by surprise, and I'm enormously grateful," I exclaimed, wrapping my arms around her as best as I could. "Sabrina, it was no problem at all," Shelly replied, her eyes twinkling with delight. "It's part of my duty as the baby's godmother to
Sebastian’s POV According to Henry. Shelly and Sabrina have locked themselves in the nursery for the day, making sure every little detail is in its rightful place before the new bundle of joy arrives. It's a sight to behold, two best friends, lost in their own world, making lists, checking and double-checking everything from baby clothes to toy arrangements. Truth be told, I sometimes feel like Shelly, with her relentless energy and meticulous nature, is the one having the baby instead of Sabrina. It's amusing, and I can't help but let out a chuckle. "Seb, what do you expect?" Michal remarks, grinning at me from across the room. "They're best friends, and considering Shelly and you are going to be the godparents, it's no surprise. Shelly wouldn’t have it any other way." We share a knowing smile. "She's tougher on Sabrina than I think I ever could be when it comes to diet, sleep, and pretty much everything in between," Michal continues, humor lacing his words. "She's like