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
Sebastian's POV Our time in the red room was an unforgettable experience, one that left a lasting impression on me. It was a moment that I plan to repeat, as it brings a unique intensity and thrill that I crave. Shelly is an incredible submissive; she knows how to feed my dominant side in a way that no other can. Her compliance, eagerness, and understanding create a perfect dynamic that enhances our bond deeply. Unfortunately, tomorrow marks a temporary departure from her company, as pressing business requires my attention a few states away. This separation is a necessity, dictated by circumstances beyond our control. Due to my position as a mafia boss, it's not yet safe for Shelly to travel with me. The nature of my work requires caution and discretion. However, I remain confident that sooner or later, the time will come when she'll accompany me on all my business ventures. Once she becomes officially recognized as Mrs. Mafia boss of the east coast, or Queen Mafia has a nice
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,