*Sarah* I couldn't sleep all night. My mind keeps going to Lucia. I can't believe she is still alive. Talk about being lucky. I wouldn't have been so worried if Jason hadn't said that he was coming to look for her himself. I can't have Jason here, not because of Lucia. And what if he finds her? I had given up on her because I thought she was already under six feet. What if he hates me when he finds out what I have done to her? I sat up. No, I can't have him here. I can't have him look for Lucia. I switched on the lamp beside me, removed the blankets from my body, and stepped out of bed. I walked to my study. The hallway was lightened by blue light. I stopped in front of the door, opened it, and stepped into my study. I walked frantically around, my fingers on my mouth as I racked my brain, thinking of the best way to end all this. I have to kill Lucia. But now the problem was I don't know how much time I had. Jason had called again to remind me that he would be coming, although he
*Sarah* “What took you so long? I thought you said you were close thirty minutes ago?” Jason asked with a tinge of anger in his voice. I have just arrived to pick him up. He wore a black trousers and a blue top. I smiled at him, thinking of the best way to reply to him without taking offense to the tone he used with me. “Is that the first thing you say to a friend you haven't seen for so long?” I opened the car trunk, and he placed his luggage inside. I closed the trunk. “Not even a hug?” I asked, waiting for him to pull me into a hug like he always did when he saw me, but the hug didn't come. He scoffed and walked to enter the car, leaving me standing by myself. It took a while for me to wrap my head around what just happened. Jason has changed. I clenched my fist, trying to contain the anger that was brewing within me. Don't get it twisted. He wasn't the one I was angry at. It was Lucia. That bitch changed everything. I walked around the car. I opened the door and stepped insi
*Lucia* It has been over three days, and I've not received any message from Sarah. I couldn't help but wonder if she had decided to stop bothering me. But that was close to impossible. From what I knew, she would stop at nothing to bring me down. And I am still very sure that she hated me as much as I hated her. Or, maybe Bruno did something. He would not just keep calm when he knew that I was in danger; I've studied him enough to know how much he cares and loves me. He was in his office while I was in the bar. Not as a receptionist or anything; I was just here, keeping my eye on all that was happening around me. Bruno was busy, and the last thing I wanted to do right now was to bother him. A girl around my age walked into the bar; my eyes laid on her as she walked through the crowd in her black miniskirt. She wore heels and thick makeup. She walked into a bar that was filled with men. I wonder who she was. This wasn't the first time I'd seen her in the bar, but I don't know why I
*Bruno* Rave knew better what to do to Sarah. He had blown her car. And it was effective, just as we had expected it. Sarah had not sent any message to Lucia. I didn't know what she was up to, but that was the least of my concerns. If she dared to make trouble for me or Lucia, I wouldn't wait to blow her in the car. She was fortunate I hadn't shot her through her head. My phone beeped. It was a message from Rave. The package has been taken by a rival. My eyes narrowed when I read the message. What? It had been very difficult to get that package, and now it has been stolen. “Who did this happen to ?” I sent a message to Rave. My chest heaved up and down from anger. I stood up from my chair and walked to the window. The curtains were parted. I stood in front of my window which was open. One hand was in my pocket. I was filled with rage. A rival had gotten information about a package that I would be receiving, and as a result, I had lost the package. The question now was, who the hel
*Lucia* We went back home after a pleasurable time. It was the first time I had sex with Bruno in the car, and it was indeed a day to remember. I couldn't help smiling all through the ride back home. We chatted as he drove past a lot of cars. When we got back, he hugged me. “That was intense,” he said with a slight chuckle escaping his lips. “But it was heaven,” I admitted. “Let's do that more often,” a small blush crept into my cheeks. Did he always have to be so plain about it? He pressed me into his body. “But still, I can't seem to get enough of you, sweet girl,” I pushed myself into his hard chest. “At this rate, I may probably not walk again,” I said. “I'll always be there to carry you around, sweet,” the way he called it sent shivers through my spine. I bit my lips. I wanted him too—I couldn't seem to have enough of him. His hands moved to my ears, and I threw my head back. He was about to go forward when his phone beeped. Again. Much to my disappointment, he released
*Bruno* My kiss was fierce, uncontrolled, and electrifying. I explored the insides of her mouth with my tongue and latched onto her neck, sucking, biting, and licking on the tender skin below her ear and above her neck. I could tell she was aroused by this and loved how responsive her body was. I felt her hands snake their way to the back of my neck, and I pulled them away, pinning them right above her head. "You are not allowed to touch me," I warned, gazing deep into her eyes and revealing just how serious I was. "If you touch me again, I'll punish you." I threatened, and she had a frustrated expression on her face as I said that. I could tell she found the idea absurd, but I didn't care. She dared to go against me and so she deserved this. I pulled away from her completely and stood by the bed, watching her. She got up into a seating position, gazing at me with a confused expression. "Strip," I ordered. She was hesitant at first but knew better than not to do as I say in times
*Bruno* "Beg me," I whispered into her ears. Knowing just how stubborn she is, it'd take more than that to make her beg. "Don't you want to feel me inside of you.? Do you want me to take you to the moon and back with my hard dick? Tell me, Lucia. Can you feel how hard it is? It wants to glide inside of you... but I won't do it if you don't speak," I said, my voice deep and hoarse, seducing her completely. She slowly nodded her head like she had done before. "Nah, ah. That's not how this works, Lucia." I said calmly, gazing deep into her eyes; I continued to trace my hard member around her wet pussy, purposely letting my hot breath fan her ears. "Speak with your words. Do you want me stroking deep inside of you? Can I explore your beautiful pussy and give you immense pleasure; Do you want me to explore your folds with my hardness?" I continued saying arousing words that I could tell wreaked havoc inside of her. She could resist me and pretend not to feel seduced, but her body could
*Lucia* I walked behind Bruno as we took heavy steps to the dungeon where the blonde girl was kept. Rave had kept her there, and after our pleasurable time yesterday, I told Bruno that it was the same girl I had seen at the bar the other day. Bruno didn't look as shocked as I was expecting him to be. The dungeon was dark. I felt my stomach twist at the drenched smile of rusty iron. I was a bit used to the darkness so I could see behind the bars. As we stepped further into the dungeon, it became a little bright. We stopped in front of a cell. Inside the cell was the blonde girl. Her hands were tied to the back. Her blonde hair was filled with dirty particles, and for a moment, I felt pity for her but had to harden my mind. I didn't want to be weak. She brought this upon herself. It seems she was asleep when we came. Her eyes were closed and she had her head on the top of her lap. Bruno's hands reached for the bars and she shook them violently. Dusts fell from the bars which had some
*Lucia* Three weeks passed by in the twinkle of an eye. Everything seems to be a dream. Bruno and I would have been married if it wasn't for Steve's unwelcome visit and me getting kidnapped. Sigh. It was a tough one. And I think I was affected by the kidnapping. We had decided to push back the time for our wedding. We haven't discussed the particular date but I hoped it was soon. I twitched my lips, staring out my bedroom window and getting lost in thought. It seemed like it had only been yesterday when Steve had stormed back into our lives and I'd been kidnapped, Bruno and I would have been married if it wasn't for Steve. I shivered just remembering everything I'd gone through being away and alone for so long. I couldn't even walk around the house without looking to see if anyone was walking behind me. Not to mention, I've also been feeling extremely nauseous lately. And I wasn't even on my. . . My breath stopped. I felt my heart pound as I rushed to the nightstand to pick up my
*Bruno* It was the longest night of my life. I was finally able to bring Lucia home. Looking at her as she lay on the bed, her eyes closed, I felt a sharp pain in my chest. I hate the fact that our wedding was interrupted. If Steve had not interrupted our wedding, then we'd have been in each other's arms. I squeezed the water from the small napkin I held and used it to wipe her face. Her white wedding gown was now brown. She had been in that dress all day. I helped her out of the gown. I didn't want her to be lonely, so I stayed with her all night. She kept tossing and turning. She couldn't sleep comfortably. That I notice. So I took her to the bathtub and placed her in it. She didn't wake up. She must have been so stressed, tired, and hurt. I had failed to take care of her. I dressed her up and placed her on the bed. My hands ached. It was past 5 am when I finally woke up and went downstairs. I had lost three men in the fight yesterday. I was hurt and wished I could go back a
*Lucia* I had given up. I didn't think any miracle would happen. I just realized that this place I was in with Steve may be very far, a place Bruno would never have been able to figure out so easily. Steve had unexplainable joy in his eyes, as if the world was doing him the biggest favor by allowing him to wrap his hands on me. His grip around my neck turned tighter, and air seemed difficult; strength seeped away from me with each minute. But I never stopped struggling, even though it seemed fruitless. Just when I thought it was all over for me, there was a thud; Steve was distracted for a while. He turned to the door quickly, but that thud wasn't enough for him to let me go. But he didn't need to ask, he was soon wrapped and thrown away from me. Bruno. I felt I was seeing things; Bruno was here. Steve's grip around my neck loosened, and I fell to the ground. My hands wrapped around my neck as I struggled for air. “Lucia, are you alright?” Bruno asked, walking to me. I tried to s
*Lucia* He sensed me coming with the rope, but it was too late to duck as I wrapped it firmly around his neck. He wiggled, trying to turn the table, and sure, he was strong, but I didn't want to give him the pleasure of seeing me weak or thinking he was stronger. The light dimmed. “How do you feel now?” I asked. He was low, and his hand was on the rope. I held him tighter. If I allowed him to overpower me for just one moment, I didn't know what he would do. He stopped wiggling. “Having fun?” He asked. His hands were still on the rope. “You bet,” I responded. “You may have to tighten this rope to kill me,” he says, struggling a bit. I liked the fact that he was struggling. “Okay, fun time is over,” he said. His hands moved to mine, and he pressed my hands. His grip was tight and solid. Then, one of his hands moved to the rope, and he easily moved it over his head. I put up a fight. I wasn't going to allow him to get away so easily. So, I quickly wrapped my hands around his ne
*Lucia* His hands fell on the side. He ended the call before Bruno could ask for the location. I struggled on the chair where I was tied. “How did it feel to see your love? I know you've missed him, but don't worry, I'm sure he does too and will soon come to pick you up,” he said. His voice rang in my head. “I never knew your voice could be so irritating. Do you think Bruno is stupid? He will come for me, and you better be prepared,” I said, one side of my lips lifting to the side as I stared directly into his eyes. He didn't react to what I said. He tilted his head to the side and then straightened it. He burst out laughing, his laugh piercing the air. He flung his head from side to side, a big, wide smile on his lips. He was indeed a psycho. “You are being delusional. I wish there was anything I could do to help you. You think Bruno will come for you?” “He will. He always has,” I said, puffing my chest out despite the rope he tied me with. “Don't tell me you are scared of him com
*Bruno* I furrowed my brows when I saw his message. This bastard, my grip around the phone tightened. “What does he want?” Rave asked, stepping close to me to take a look at the text. I extended the phone, giving him a better view but not leaving it completely. “What? He wants to talk over a video call. The nerve of him,” said Rave, his voice a little bit over the top. I dropped my hands to the side. “Let's give him what he wants,” said Jason, standing at the side. It's just a video call; it shouldn't change much.” He sounded sure that there would be changes or that the call would lead us somewhere. The curtains by the window on the other side danced in the air. “Do you even know what you are saying? You want us to agree with his terms, no. We are not going to make him feel superior. He won't tell us what to do," said Rave at the same time. He was facing Jason, who didn't seem to want to stop. “So you say we ignore his message and keep searching for Lucia ourselves?” Rave raised a
*Lucia* My body felt sore all over. The last thing I remember was that I was hit on the head with a gun. Where the hell am I right now? I was laying on something hard and rough. I turned slowly; my body felt trapped in the white gown that I was wearing. I wanted to get rid of the gown. I opened my eyes slowly. It was dark. Wherever this place was, there was no single light. It was pitch black—that dick. I'll skin him alive. I cursed through gritted teeth as I tried to sit up. And the gown was making all my movements uncomfortable. I may not know where I was, but one thing was clear: it wasn't somewhere I'd like. And the smell. It smelled so much like rotten meat in condemned kitchen water. I almost threw up but held myself. I'll kill this idiot. He should wait and be patient. I won't end up here. I refused to give up. I believe that Bruno would come for me. I am confident. Bruno. I sigh at the thought of him. I sat, holding my legs to my chest and laying my head on it. I can
*Bruno* I felt sore all over my body. I was lying on something soft. I wanted to open my eyes, but I couldn't. Opening my eyes felt like a chore. I moved my fingertip. From the smell of the bedsheets, I knew I was in my room. I had a hard time trying to remember why I was lying here. Fuck. My memories came flooding back to me. I was supposed to get married to Lucia. We didn't get married. I opened my eyes. It wasn't as hard as it was before. It was as if I was filled with a different energy. The room was bright from the bulbs that hung in the middle of the room. I blinked twice in succession, adjusting to the light. Lucia Where was she? Why was I here? The last thing I remember was being shot and Lucia; I couldn't see her; I didn't know what happened to her. Did Rave come to save her? And that bastard, Steve, I'll rip him limb by limb. I sat up slowly, my shoulder aches to my hand. My hands were bandaged. This wasn't the first time I was shot; it wasn't much of a big deal to me
*Steve* Since I watched Sarah die in front of me, I have always envisaged how Lucia would die. Although I had gotten the report from the autopsy done on Sarah, and they claimed that she had died from something other than the stab, I still couldn't bring myself to accept it if she hadn't met Lucia that evening if Lucia hadn't stabbed her. If she had not been pushed by Bruno, I believe she would still be alive. Someone needed to be blamed for her death, and Lucia would. I left Jason. Once he knew that Lucia didn't kill Sarah, he would surely take a step back and refrain from helping me. I didn't know what I wanted from him yet, but all I knew was that he was still very useful to me, and I didn't want to lose him yet. I bid my time. I was waiting for the perfect time to attack them. When I heard about their wedding, I thought that was the best place to visit them and settle the scores, so I went to the wedding. I didn't need to be invited. It was sufficient that I knew the venue. No