“Stage one is going well,” Deandra’s calculating voice said. “We have his movements tracked and we know where he lives. Still reeling from my outburst on Jesse, my grip on my phone tightened. A mix of anger and determination made me feel wide awake. “What comes next?” I asked, doing my best to keep my voice steady and free of emotions. “Ooh, eager, are we?’ Deandra chuckled. “For now, just keep him on a leash, throw him a bone once in a while so he doesn’t suspect anything. Don’t worry about your safety. Hugo and Mikel are your guardian angels. I promise no harm is going to come to you from now on. Not on their watch.” I assumed Hugo and Mikel were the burly men that had separated the fight between me and Debbie, and called the ambulance. It felt odd being told I was going to be constantly followed by them. But shit was getting real. Two muscular guardian angels with a checkered past might have been just what I needed. “Alright, Deandra. Let me know when phase two starts.
“I am Mikel.” He extended his hand and lifted me to my feet as if I weighed less than a feather. “And my friend here is Hugo.”Hugo seemed to have a less friendly disposition than Mikel. Scowling, he glanced at me, gave me a slight nod, and returned his gaze behind me to Jack.I dusted myself off and turned back to face Jack. He too had stopped and was staring warily at us.“Jack, are you going to let them scare you? You’re in a gang for crying out loud! Get her!”Jack glanced back at Rachel and then back at us with a pensive gaze.“My friend, if you know what’s good for you, you would walk away. That woman’s tongue is like a sharp knife, I know. But don’t let her slicing words push you into a tiger's mouth,” Mikel said. I had my eyes fixed on Jack but I could hear the smile in Mikel’s voice.“Don’t be a bitch, Jack,” Rachel spat.Jack looked so conflicted, like a lost puppy not knowing where to look. I almost felt bad for him. He was stuck between Rachel and a hard place. It made
I wrapped my arms around his neck, completely locking our bodies together.“I thought you were judging me. That’s why I lashed out like that. I’m sorry,” I whispered, my voice dripping with desire.“Why the hell would you think that baby?” he cooed into my ear. “I want you so bad right now, Remi.”Hearing him call me baby was like I got electrocuted. My body lost all its rigidity and melted into his embrace, molding us seamlessly together.“Honey, I’m all yours,” I purred, brushing my lips against his.Breathing heavily, he lifted me with his hand under my cheeks. I instinctively wrapped my legs around his waist, pulling my heated core against his growing hardness.He carried me to his room, threw me onto the bed, and stood there, staring at me, looking drunk on lust.Even though I giggled, there was nothing funny about the situation. It wasn’t the first time we were getting together but something about this time felt different.Jesse himself was the difference. He was usually control
Depression and paranoia were a cocktail of emotions I had never thought I would feel. All the way home from Jesse’s place, I had anxiously checked each driver next to me at the stop lights, wondering if they had been sent after me. I had my purse open right in my lap just in case I needed quick access. Right after I got home, I slumped into bed, completely drained from everything. Yet again, I’d been attacked. At least this time, my guardian angels were there. Even though I knew I was safe in my parent’s home, I would jump at the shadows dancing around my room at night. Sleep was becoming a fading interest because all it brought me was nightmares. If I wasn’t being chased by a biker gang, I was getting battered by Debbie and her metal bat. I hadn’t realized how much I was repressing but someone trying to kill you is a huge deal. It’s not something you just walk away from. But what choice did I have? I had too much going on with the board and Oscar and life. Life was kicking m
I blinked back tears while staring at the worthless piece of paper. Memories of a life I left long ago flooded my mind.‘Congratulations. You are ready to run a company!’The words, etched in gold, seemed to mock me. There I was, with a duster in my hand, cleaning my husband's house.I couldn't allow myself to think like that. I loved him, with all my heart.Pushing those thoughts out of my mind, I straightened my back, focusing on the task at hand.Five years ago, I chose my husband over wealth and power and I haven't regretted it. If only I was sure he felt the same way…“Remi,” my mother-in-law, Celia yelled. “You better get your ass in the kitchen right now.”The smell of burning food invaded my nostrils. Oh no.I flew down the stairs into the smoke-filled kitchen just in time to see Celia walking out and giving me a dirty look. I could have sworn I set the cooker to low heat.“Here I am expecting grandchildren and you can't accomplish a task as simple as cooking without burning
Morning came like a sledgehammer to the face. I didn't feel good. Why didn't I feel good? The empty spot next to me felt radioactive. Like a black hole that pushed me away instead of drawing me in.I felt something in my hand and squeezed; cool, plastic. What was it? – pregnancy test. Last night's events played out in my head like a movie on fast forward.I was out of line, so blinded by my goal, I didn't stop to think how it would affect him.A crashing sound made my head snap towards my dresser at the foot of my bed. Celia stood staring at me like a deer in headlights.“I was just borrowing your makeup,” she said, squaring her shoulders with a determined look on her face. “It's not good anyway so I didn't bother using it.” My purse was on its side. I always set my purse upright. A niggling feeling took shape in my mind but was quickly swallowed up by the more pressing issue at hand.My feet hit the ground before the thought formed fully in my mind. I needed to make him a hearty br
“I'm sorry, miss. We tried all we could but we couldn't save your baby.”“What?” I must have misheard him. There's no way he just told me I lost my baby.“I'm very sorry,” he said as he inched towards the door.“How?” I managed to say through my trembling voice.“There were some complications. You must have ingested something you shouldn't have this early into your conception and it reacted negatively with your body.”I could hear the sound of my heart shattering. What was my life? Why couldn't one thing go right for me?What wrong did I do in my past life to deserve such a fate? I felt so small, so useless. A wife who couldn't carry a baby to term. What a failure. What a joke.Nothing mattered anymore. What was the point? My husband now had a reason to hate me. The one thing that would make my mother-in-law tolerate me, I couldn't provide. What was the point?Oscar came back and said we should head home. I mindlessly got off the bed and put on my clothes. I couldn't hear, didn't spe
I took off running. My heart was pounding and my lungs felt like they were about to explode but I pushed on, forcing my feet to keep moving. “Wait,” he yelled. The hell I would. But he was close. Not bothering to stop, I glanced back to see how much space was between us but didn't have enough time to stop or change direction when I looked forward. I slammed hard into a tree, knocking the wind right out of me and crumpling to the floor in an unceremonious heap. Stars danced around the edges of my vision and out of the corner of my eyes, I saw the man approach. It was sad that my life would end this way. I guess that's what I got for not being an obedient child. As my consciousness eroded, he hefted me off the ground and started to carry me off somewhere. At least I wouldn't be awake for what came next. I only hoped he would have the decency to not let me wake up. **** I woke up in a cold sweat after a long, fretful sleep. My side ached but that didn't matter once I realised