Don's POV I drummed my fingers on my temple as I paced back and forth in the living room. The television is on but I don't give two shits about whatever it is that was playing. I was worried about my wife. She wasn't home yet. My eyes darted to the wall clock and it read 10:36pm. It’s late but she wasn't home yet. Where in New York’s corner was Claire? How long was her date with Nick going to take? Forever? I regretted why I had let her go on the date in the first place. Maybe I should have told her no. To make things worse, she wasn't picking up her calls. The bodyguards she had gone with weren't picking up either. For Pete's sake, there are bodyguards for a fuckin' reason!! I was paying them to ensure that my wife's security was their utmost priority. Goddamnit! I inadvertently kicked my foot against a couch. “Don, can you please calm down? Claire would call us as soon as possible” “Don't fuckin' tell me to calm down, Elyse” I said through gritted teeth, jaws clenched, as I whi
Don’s POV I stood frozen, gazing down at Nick's lifeless body on the deserted street. The only sound was the distant hum of a lonely engine, which was the car that I had parked just a few steps away. It wasn't just Nick, other men lay dead too including mine, blood spurting around in the street, I wondered why the police were not here already. Walking towards one of the men I saw the snake tattoo sign on his wrist. Salvatore had attacked in response and he was taking lives too just like I did. The clock on my phone read 12:24 AM, a haunting reminder that time was ticking. Where was Claire? What had he done to my wife?As my mind raced, I turned to Elyse, who stood beside me, her eyes wide with fear. "You need to get out of here, now," I told her firmly, my voice low and urgent. "Take a few of the bodyguards and go home. I'll take care of this."At this point, I feared that my bodyguards wouldn't be able to protect Elyse too as they did Claire. It was known that both of each of the g
Don’s POV I stirred as sun rays from the window hit my eyes. My eyes finally fluttered open and I turned myself only to realize I was sitting in a chair. Memories of last night came flooding in and I realized I had fallen asleep on the chair I had sat on while annoyed that Claire had not come home and all my efforts to find her after realizing Nick was dead went down the drain. I tried to get up but my knees felt like jelly. I also had a splitting headache and it felt like my head was going to explode. My vision was a bit blurry too. I was having a terrible hangover. I sat back in the chair and ran my palm across my forehead for a while before I attempted to stand up again. I succeeded after a third attempt and for some reason, I poured some of the remaining liquor in the bottle on the table into a tumbler and downed it in one gulp. My face twisted as it burned the back of my throat. I managed to walk myself to the bathroom and splashed some water on my face, then brushed my teet
Don's Pov___"Get me a techie and track the location of the call"Vader nodded and quickly pulled out his phone, dialing a number as he stepped out of the room. I could hear the faint sound of Vader's voice, arranging for a techie to be brought in.I went into the bathroom, turned on the shower, and stepped under the warm water. I washed away the sweat all over my body. The tension that had overwhelmed me when that call came in. The restlessness to see Claire. I could not control it.As I dried off and got dressed, My phone buzzed with an incoming text from Vader. "Techie is here, boss. Ready when you are."I grabbed my phone and headed out of the bedroom. It was time to track down Claire and bring her home. No matter what the fucking bastard said. He had said his knife was itching to kill Claire, but if he dared touch her…nothing would stop me from clearing the name Salvatore.Elyse came from the kitchen, she hadn't eaten for days and I had to ensure she took some food from the cook
Claire’s POVI watched as Don’s gun raced fast and got lost amongst some cartons stacked on top of each other at a corner the moment Salvatore kicked it away. Some cartons at the top tumbled and fell over each other as the gun hit the ones at the bottom. I bet Don was powerless now because his two guns were gone and nowhere in reach. Salvatore got exactly what he wanted – the upper hand. Don, now without guns and I, forcefully nestled against him with his arm tight around my neck, Don and I were at his mercy. I raised my hands to try pulling his arm off my neck – a futile effort because Salvatore only tightened his grip on my neck. “Salvatore, please let me go. Let us go, please” I begged “Shut the fuck up, bitch” He nudged my temple with the gun “Fuckin' take your hands off Claire, you monster!” Don growled “And if I don't, what you gon’ do, boy?” “Let go of my wife, Salvatore. Take your filthy hands off her!” Don’s forehead creased in annoyance “I'd rather insert them filthy
I heard the loud thud of footsteps and the sharp slap of shoes against the hallway floor, followed by my name being shouted."Claire!"Immediately, I jumped up and scrambled to hide the evidence of my rebellious plans scattered across my bed. It was always part of my routine to clear everything within thirty seconds of hearing my name echo through the apartment hall—before Luciano could let himself in. No matter how many times I asked him to lower his voice so as not to alert the neighbors, he never listened. He never listened to anyone.I barely managed to shove the last of the documents under the bed before a heavy knock rattled my door with enough force to nearly knock it off its hinges. I knew exactly what that knock meant. After all this time, I could tell it could only be one of two things: Luciano was in a bad mood, or he was in an absolutely terrible mood—and I didn't even want to guess which it was today. The red silk tie that went flying across the room as I hurried to the d
My eyes well up with tears that burned my eyes and I gagged from time to time when his thrusts hit the back of my throat. Yet I didn't close my eyes neither did he shut his till I finally felt the veins of his member tighten and his muscles flex hard. He's close. He didn't stop thrusting into my mouth until he came with a loud satisfied groan while muttering a string of curses and the evidences of his release sputtered out of him and into my mouth. I swallowed everything and lapped at the ones that spluttered all over his member, my mouth and covering my bossom. I milked him dry till there was nothing left. And till I left him breathing erratically. I waited dutifully on my knees in front of him while he came down from his high and preparing myself to be roughly taken against my bed, the floor, the walls or wherever Luciano sees fit. When he reached down to pull his pants up, I knew that wouldn't happen tonight and thanked my stars because I was even yet to heal from the rough pai
“That bastard was here again wasn’t he?”“Hello to you too Nick”I was in the middle of ridding my room of every trace of Luciano’s presence partly for my own sanity because just the smell of him disgusts me. I had rushed to the bathroom the moment he left to wash his sticky essence off of my body yet it feels like it’s still all over my body and crawling all over my skin.But cleaning the room to get rid of Luciano’s scent is mainly because of my best and only friend who hates Luciano’s gut more than I do. Nick has a temper and his greatest trigger had to be the thought of Luciano coming here to use me again without him being able to do anything about it.“Answer me Claire, that bastard came here again?”I was past lying to Nick because he could smell a lie from a mile away. Besides,the room still stunk of his release and seemed a little too strong for the air freshener I sprayed in the room.“He was only here for a few minutes” I said, turning my back on Nick and crouching by my bed