*Lucia* He pulled away from my touch and stepped back, hurriedly removing the rest of his slacks and briefs out of the way. In a flash, he was back in front of me, his body flush against my chest, and this time, the pain from the table digging into my skin was exciting. "You're so naughty, Lucia, You look so innocent, but underneath that facade, you're a bad girl. Who taught you all the bad things you know?" "That would be you, my love," I replied with a smirk plastered on my face. "I'll continue to teach you how to pleasure me to the fullest." He said, and wrapped his arms around me, pulling me closer to him. "I want you so badly." He whispered, seducing me more to the brink of tears falling at the side of my eyes. "Then what are you waiting for, love? Do it; have me at your liberty." I invited. Bruno growled in response and pulled away from me once more. He turned me around and pulled me roughly to himself so that my back was against his chest. He leaned down to my ear and star
*Lucia* “Wow, this is more beautiful than I expected it to be,” I said. Bruno held my hands in his as we stood outside for a while to enjoy the lovely view of the restaurant. My smile widened, and I turned to look at him, “Just how many surprises do you have for me?” I asked. “I knew you would like it,” he beamed with joy. A couple walked past us and I could hear the lady who wore a black sleeveless gown speaking about how beautiful the place was. “As for the surprise, I haven't even started,” he said. He tightened his hold on my hand. “I hope the food tastes as beautiful as the exterior looks,” I said. I wore a light pink gown, which stopped on my thighs. I held a black purse close to me. Bruno wore a black suit, but that didn't prevent his broad shoulders from being visible. He looked as handsome as always, his sharp jaws and those lips. He looked charming, handsome, and beautiful, dangerously beautiful. I was glad he was by my side. “I promise you won't be disappointed,” he sai
*Bruno* I walked to the restroom immediately after Lucia left. A smile tugged on my lips. Lucia liked this place, too. It brought more joy than I ever thought it would bring me. The chatter hasn't reduced even a bit. I had seen someone sitting behind us. Whoever it was had his eyes pinned on us all the time, and I saw Lucia tender when she noticed it. Though she claimed to be okay, I was sure she wasn't. I pushed open the door to the restroom and walked in. After doing my business, I returned only to find our seats empty. Lucia wasn't back. I squinted my eyes. She was supposed to be back. I walked back to the restroom. My shoes clicked loudly on the tilted floor with each step I took. I had a bad feeling about this. But this restaurant had one of the tightest security, nothing could happen to her, and she should be fine. And she knows how to defend herself, she is no kid. Except… I didn't want to consider that possibility. There was no way she would be with him. And I convinced
*Sarah* I didn't expect Lucia to take the bait. She had agreed to meet up with me. As I walked to the bathroom to take my bath, I couldn't help but wonder how delighted she would be to see the surprise I had kept for her. She hadn't immediately agreed to come see me after the first message, but I had been persistent. Sending text after text each day just to make sure she would come to see me, and at last, she agreed I wasted no time in sending her the location, and she had no questions. I walked out of the bathroom naked. I had changed the way I arranged my room after Jason left. My eyes sweep past the curtains which had been hurled to a side. The day was still bright and the sky was clear. I chose black trousers, a blue top and a black jacket. There was no time to waste. I packed my hair into a ponytail before wrapping it around and pinned it with two hair clips. I walked to a drawer and opened it to reveal several guns. My hands moved swiftly to the other mahogany drawer on the
*Bruno* Although days have passed since the last time I saw Jason, Lucia's ex, holding her in the restroom, I still boiled each time I thought about it. I wanted to rip him apart. The last thing I wanted right now was to see him. I puffed smoke out of my mouth and nose as I pushed the document in front of me away. No matter what I did, I just couldn't concentrate. My heart has been full of so much hate. I had men watching Lucia's every move. Not because I don't trust her. I trusted her with my life; I had men there, so I would know whenever the fool thought of going back to her. And as luck would have it, he hadn't approached her after that day. I moved my eyes to the documents, raising one. I pushed the thought behind me. I had a package that was coming and I needed to get it sorted out. Also, I had to sort out whatever rumors I heard that morning. It wasn't the first time I heard it, but it was the first time I had decided to talk about it and take it seriously. Some men were tryi
*Lucia* From the moment I saw Sarah's text, I knew that there was something beneath it. She wanted more than just to talk. I thought she was over him, or maybe they somehow sorted themselves. Though if they didn't, it had nothing to do with me. I had left without telling anyone where I was heading to. I know Sarah was dangerous so I didn't dare underestimate her or go unprepared. I know better. So I tied three daggers in my joggers and no one could tell what was in there. When I walked towards her, I could see the twist on her lips, as she mocked me for coming unprepared. God save her; she doesn't try any nonsense. She must think I'm still some weak girl who would not be able to hurt a hair on her head. Or maybe it was better to have her think that way. I didn't waste time with her as it seemed she had nothing meaningful to say. I was a bit disappointed, thinking she had begun using her head. But she proved to be as dumb as she has always been. I turned and started walking. I di
*Jason* I still couldn't believe Sarah was dead. She's gone. Gone for good. How is it possible to die from a stab? This isn't the first time she has been stabbed. So why did this time? My heart ached. I had cried uncontrollably when I held her close. This was a blow I didn't think I would be able to get through. I should be comforting Steve, who is sitting and staring into space. He has not said a word since we left the hospital. My chest tightened as I watched him. His eyes were hollow, devoid of any emotions. He had stopped crying, and now I felt like he was going to do something stupid. Sarah was his only family. She had raised him, loved him, and defended him. He had nothing to fear because she would always protect him. Even If it meant walking through the pit of hell, Sarah would stand up for him. But I had taken her away from him. She died because of me; how could I possibly forgive myself for what I have done? Though she had hurt Lucia and I was angry at her, I didn't want
*Lucia* I walked out of my room, hurrying down the stairs. My slippers hit the heels of my feet as I held the rail, trailing my hands on it. Bruno was already downstairs when I got there. I heaved a sigh of relief. “I thought you had gone,” I said as I walked towards him. He was still in his gym clothes. A towel around his neck. His skin was tanned with sweat. “I would not go out without eating the dish you prepared for anything.” He said. That brought a smile to my lips. He closed the gap between them and gave me a quick peek on my cheeks. He smelled of cologne and a faint smell of sweat. “Come down in thirty minutes. I should be done by then,” I said. He nods. “Go take a bath, you reek,” I moved closer to his ears to whisper. I walked past him before he could react and pin me down there. The last thing I wanted was to go back to bed and get punished. Not that I don't enjoy the punishment, but my legs are still sore from last night. I heard his receding footsteps. He had gone a
*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