DARLENEOur picnic was a success and afterward, Alexander and I insisted on having a walk, on my request.He was truly the sweetest. Everything about the man was a turn on for me, and never really had I met someone who was very much eager to have things done my way. Alexander redefined a lot of standards for me and that was one thing I really loved about him.Hand in hand, we walked through the field and all the tranquility and serenity that abounded between usnmae our silence to be comfortable and not awkward."I should have married you long before now," He said to me.I laughed, flattered."Well, to be honest, years before now, getting married was not really in my bucket list," I told him. Not like it was in it when my Dad had forced me to get married even.But hey… it was not such a bad idea."Hm," He noted. "So, what was in your bucket list?""Well, so many other people things," I told him. "Like, starting a band," I laughed as I told him, waving it off in dismissal, but he didn't
DARLENE Alexander fauked to show back up to our date. I'd hate to admit that I found it beyond disappointing how he did not even have the decency to hit me up with a call or a message as heads up.The guard had come for me alright, just as he said that he would unstruct them to. But, the part of his promise where he said that he would be back for me, so that we could continue what we already started, he failed to keep that.So all through out the afternoon and to the earky hours of the evening, all I did was sit there in the bedroom, and stare at the ceiling. Worry gripped me. I wanted to be offended that he didn't say anything to me after he left abruptly, but my fear for his well being and the anxiety that crippled me, wondering what must have been so urgent, who it concerned, how it connected to him and if he was safe, made it difficult for me to even be angry at him.I tried calling, but all to no avail.So there I sat on our giant sized bed in our chambers, awaiting the return o
DARLENEI couldn't believe that it had barely been twenty four hours since I had moved in here with my 'husband' and a start which I had thought to be the beginning of something wonderful, was quickly taking a sour turn.I stayed away from him, and unfortunately, thanks to the guards that stood all around the fucking mansion for my safety, I could not even go far enough as I would have wanted from him."Great." My sarcasm rolled of my tongue, without ease as I sat somewhere — I didn't even know where the fuck it was supposed to be — and quietly seethed in my own anger.I hated that I couldn't at least pretend like I was not angry. I had barely settled in with Alexander, and we had not even completed out first date and the Alpha st thing I could do is get angry at him.Still, no matter how much I scoled myself within, I didn't get less angry. I hated that I coukd not feel any other way than offended. I also hated that even when I was seething like this, he had so much control over me.
Alexander"Darlene is not happy with me."I chipped that in, in the midst of our silence. With hands on the wheel and blood on heads, I felt like I needed to let my brother know the truth behind calling him here. One thing about Frederick was that he trusted like a fool. I mean, yes, I am his brother, but I just called him out of the blue, late at night, and asked him to come with me on a drive, completely failing to let him know where our destination was going to be.And he just followed me."Did you hear me?" I asked when he didn't retaliate.Immediately, he jumped slightly, pulled out the air pods from his ears and looked towards me. I knew he did not hear me. I repeated myself again."My wife is mad at me."Frederick looked at me, his eyes registering concern, confusion, and worry for an iota of a second. His brows were furrowed, a sign that made it clear to me that he was indeed worried.Or maybe I concluded too soon.Because the very second that I actually thought my wacko lunat
DARLENEI looked at Alexander and as he came closer and I was torn on which reaction to even take — if I stand there and keep watching him come forward or if I just walk away, continue ignoring him.However, the latter seemed impossible to do. The more that the man made his way towards me, with steps quiet and easy, the harder it seemed like my foot was implanted on the ground. His face was getting clearer in sight as he stepped more into the light and soon, I was getting a vivid view of that fine silky hair and handsome face. He looked at me with eyes that were straight and lacked much emotion in them, but as seconds passed by, I saw flashes of concern in them."You came back," Was all I said.It was as though the energy between us became so uncomfortable and so awkward that somebody needed to talk. You know when there is so much quietness between you and a person that it starts to nudge you, almost aggressively, to say something and spark a conversation.And he was the one at fault.
I stared at Alexander, moping bluntly after he just said the words that came out of his mouth. I wanted to speak, but my tongue felt tied, and my brain felt frozen, frozen enough to not be able to put words together in context to make it make sense.And he only repeated himself one more time."The men of my family…" he said again. "Are the CEOs of a Mafia Empire."I heard him the first time.All I just wanted to do was put two and two together, and see my husband in that light.It was the most difficult thing ever."Mafia Empire," I said, I repeated. "I mean, that just means you sell drugs, right? An organized high class drug selling business…"I tried to say it that way to numb the gravity of what else it could mean. I had read about people like that before, and I had seen them in movies before. I knew the kind of shadiness that could be linked with such a line of work, the kind of blood you would have to touch, and the number of lives you may have to take. But, I couldn't see Alexan
The days of my marriage with Alexander Mckenzie after that very night were very cold. Frosty, even."Mrs Mckenzie."The truth is that no matter how hard I tried, I could not bring myself to look at that man any other way. I didn't know which hurt most — if it was the fact that he tricked me into marrying him before telling me the truth about his business, or the fact that he was the kind of person he was. No matter how anybody puts it, the business of a Mafia Lord is not just as clean as buying and selling drugs, it gets dirtier than that and that is a blunt fact."Mrs Mckenzie."And I could not even imagine someone that I am supposed to be spending the rest of my life with, been that shady."Mrs Mckenzie."To think that I was stupid. So fucking stupid to actually believe that it was possible for a human being to be so perfect and so flawless. So spotless. Well, I had most definitely learnt my lesson.Alexander and I could have been married by Law, but by heart, he and I were total, c
ALEXANDERBreakfast was getting cold.I had been waiting for Darlene to come down and join me, just after I had asked Elyna to beckon her, but it seemed to me like she was taking her very precious time.So, I sat there and waited every passing minute, watching the steam of our coffee slowly dissipate and disappear, until it was no more. Coffee was cold; I hated cold coffee.However, cold coffee was one of the very things that I had started getting very used to, in this house. My appetite to eat was zero, and most breakfast mornings, I would sit there on the table and wander into thought for what seemed like just three minutes, only to realize that an hour and a half had passed and the food was now cold.Another thing I had learned to get used to was the quietness of this house. On a norm, the house was actually always quiet. The maids and workers were always about their own business and none of them spoke to me unless I beckoned them. If they spoke amongst themselves, there was not a
DARLENE“Rise and shine sleepy heads! Breakfast’s ready!” Prince Charles’ booming baritone cracked through my skull before a wash of yellow light bored through my closed eyelids so that I groaned, breaking into a chuckle when Alexander groaned beside me.“Fucking hell Charles, did your parents not teach you to knock?” My husband hissed, throwing the soft white duvet away from his hard body and stretching to his feet to snatch the coffee mug the purple-eyed man held out like a peace offering in one hand, his gaze sliding over to me and darkening a shade before he smirked.“I don't believe they did,” He whispered breathlessly, nodding his head to the door where the strawberry blonde-haired man was leaning against the doorframe in brown capri pants, a pearly grin stretched across his smooth face.“Have some decency Frederick, my wife’s in the room,” Alexander whispered, scoffing loudly and sipping his tea as I stretched a yawn and shimmyed away from the bed to rest my head on my husband’
FREDERICK“Die motherfucker,” I gritted, pressing my finger into the claw of the trigger and feeling the gun jerk in my hands, the impact pulling me forward so that I tumbled into the stone flooring.“Come on! Go go go!” I screamed through gritted teeth, waving my hands wildly at Darlene and pushing her around the car as she surged through the barrage of shots pummeling us and firing off a few more rounds as the Umbrella man roared with pain, tearing the knife from his eye with an impossibly loud sucking sound.“I need to get closer,” I hissed through my teeth as I rounded the bend of the car to meet Alwxander’s tense body where he was hunched, hiding from the rain of bullets with Darlene curled in his arms.I swallowed the bile that had risen in my throat, jabbing my fingers into my palms to battle the wooziness that stabbed the sides of my head and peering through the rim of black sedan to see that the man now had a gaping hole in one eye that still spurted blood as he glared around
STEFAN MCCOYMy knuckles were white on the trigger as I watched the man’s hard body as he walked slowly into the room, his eyes never leaving the gun I had pressed dutifully against his wife’s empty ass head.“No sudden moves Alexander or I’ll have the woman’s brains plastered across the floor,” I growled through clenched teeth as Alexander staggered into the room with his father and more of my men surrounding them.I had known something was off the minute I left the penthouse, even before the sound of gunshots echoed out behind us and I asked Markov to turn the car around.The white penthouse with its flashing lights and tall pine trees loomed as ghastly as ever, as I motioned the men every which way, feeling adrenaline rush through my veins when the sounds of gunfire exploded around the sides of the house as my men sniffed the bastards out like the rats that they were.“Please, McCoy, don't do this, My wife has nothing to do with this okay? I’ll, I’ll give you whatever it is you wan
DARLENE“Something’s wrong,” I whispered breathlessly, feeling the hairs on the back of my neck stand straight as I watched the man with the Jerry curls stride away from the large lattice silver gates, a gun held tightly in his right hand.“What the fuck do you mean something’s wrong? McCoy’s going with most of his men! This is our cue to go in, grab the twins, plant the bombs, and hightail the fuck out of here in time for Mrs. McKenzie’s dinner special,” Erwin snapped blithely from his crouch beside me, the rim of a sniper rifle held tightly in his hands, as he peered through the scope.“Lassie’s right, this seems too easy, they must have found out about the decoy car approaching already, that's the only reason for him to leave...and yet,” Williams McKenzie growled on my right flank, raising the tight hulk of his frame into a low squat and inching to slap himself against the tree, the burnt orange blackness of the forest blending perfectly with our camo gear.“We should-” Erwin start
ALEXANDERThe bright fluorescent lights tore through my eyelids to fry my eyeballs before I had even opened my eyes. I groaned, the soreness in my arms and stiff legs making me groan louder as I let my head fall back into my chest.What the hell did the bastard hit me with? Fucking hulk?“Ugh!” I groaned, screwing one eye open to lock gazes with my brother’s blanched face and watching him sag with relief when he saw that I had opened my eyes.“Alexander? Fuck! Thank saints you're okay,” He rasped breathlessly and I felt the scowl deepen between my eyebrows as I glared at the swollen purple bruises on his face that had left the skin of his face puffy and red.“Your buddy didn't take too kindly to you I reckon, stabbed you in the fucking balls just like you did to me you piece of shit!” I barked acidly, watching my brother rear back on the chair that he was strapped to like he had been slapped.I looked down to see I was lying on some makeshift gurney table, feeling my heart pound wildl
DARLENE“Where is he? Where’s my husband?” I whizzed when I caught up to the ring chief scowling in the middle of the road, his hands fixed patiently on his narrow hips.“He’s gone Dar, that McCoy took him,” Prince Charles gritted, eyeing me carefully before I noticed his hand cupping the large gash on his chest, the trickle of blood pooling on the purple suit staining the area black.“Here, let’s get you to the car,” I gritted through clenched teeth, managing to push the words past the lump that had grown in my throat and tugging the man’s hand free when he resisted before hooking it over one shoulder, grunting when he leaned his weight on me a little.I could hear the whirl of sirens in the distance as they got closer and I yelped, slamming to a stop when the purple-eyed man stopped suddenly in his tracks.What the hell was it with mafia men and having death wishes? I tried not to look at the nasty knife wound on his abdomen or the purple and red bruises on his chin and focused inst
FREDERICK“Did you have to do it that hard?” I whispered, feeling tears gather in my eyes as I watched the Umbrella Man tower over my brother’s limp body, his brown eyes almost luminescent in the dark.“Quiet Frederick, you're ruining my groove, take him.” Stefan McCoy growled and I felt my heart hammer in my ribs as the masked ninjas dropped from the trees like banana monkeys, hooking my brother’s hard body onto the stretcher as I watched on with widened eyes.“Is he dead?” I rasped breathlessly, feeling panic burn in my chest as I trotted after the men, the crunch of dried leaves under my feet sounding loud in the silence as the masked men marched my brother to the large white van that had been parked off to the side of the highway.“Not yet,“ The Umbrella man whispered, rubbing his hands together in glee as they loaded him into the van and I felt a flicker of doubt spark in my chest.“So it’s all good now right? Everything will go as planned now?” I coughed, scarcely trusting mysel
ALEXANDERIt took longer than I would have liked for my eyes to adjust to the near blackness as I entered the forest.“Where are you? You son of a bitch,” I ground through clenched teeth, waving the gun this way and that and aware of the way I was panting loudly, carefully placing one foot in front of the other.My arms were starting to get sore from holding the gun up and high, my knuckles white on the trigger as I crept along the line of trees, freezing when I thought I had heard the distinct sound of a tree branch snapping.Could this get any fucking worse? Did the motherfucker have to pick the shittiest forest in the whole of New York to make his dramatic comeback?“Go on and run away like the coward that you fucking are McCoy, I can smell that cheap perfume from a mile away,” I jeered loudly, feeling goosebumps rise on my skin when my distorted voice echoed back to me in the blackness.I tried to focus past the hum that had started in my ears but my mind was not following my eyes
DARLENEMy husband hadn't made any sense when he got off the phone with the purple-eyed man and it made even less sense now as we sped toward the edge of town with his knuckles white on the steering wheel.I braced myself against the cool leather of the dashboard, trying to calm the staccato beating of my heart in my chest as we sped through the stretch of asphalt and felt a wave of nausea press insistently against the roof of my mouth.“Are you sure about the address?” I wheezed, unable to bear the silence any longer and risking a glance at the chiseled line of Alexander’s jaw, the way his piercing green eyes were starting dead ahead, his flock of obsidian black hair falling over his face as the muscles of his shoulder and bicep flexed when he fishtailed the steering wheel.“White Villa at Maple Street, I didn't know he lived there, there's only one of the kind, you can't miss it,” He whispered, and even though I knew the steel in his voice couldn't have been meant for me, it made sh