EECEâŤď¸|NYPD Police Department||Commissionerâs office|:Ushered into his office by a police officer, behind me, stood three bodyguards and my P.A. The commissionerâs office was big enough to be separated into two equal parts, and the other part could be turned into an office as well.âIt is a real pleasure to have a notable person come visiting my office this afternoon.â Commish Jones said.I sat on the seat that was offered to me while he sat across the broad table and in front of me.âReal pleasure, yeah?. Pfft... Iâm here to get things cleared.âHe raised a brow at me.âIs there anything the matter, Mr Norman?. I heard you are now in charge of a newly opened casino.âI nodded, folding my arms across my chest.âTrue. But thatâs not why I am here, Commissioner Jones. You see, a police officer was at my casino last night and afterwards, it was reported that a huge chunk of money was stolen from the casinoâs valve. A staff confessed that a police officer was seen entering the control room
I was choked up immediately, coughing it out.âAwn, such a baby girl. You donât smoke like that. You have to drag it in slowly, not the way you did. Thatâs so degrading.â He taunted.I frowned, throwing the cigarette away.âI canât do it, Jake.ââI never said that you should throw it away. That is very rude, Rachel.âI turned my head to the side to look at him.âI. Donât. Smoke. Got it!âHis eyes were slowly staring at me, as though he was observing me, but he had a sneer on his face.âTake out a stick, light it and redo it again.ââNo!â I snapped.Jakeâs eyes hardened but his face was calm.âShould I use force? After sucking my cock, I should be nice to you.âI heard silent chuckling.Jake is trying to insult me in front of them. How pathetic?!!This... this recusant monster!!!.I got up from the chair abruptly.âYou know what, Jake. FUCK YOU! FUCK EVERYTHING!!â I yelled, turning around to leave.âCome back here, Rachel!â He called.âNo! Stay away from me!!â I snapped, walking briskly to the ex
âYour job is a meaningless one. You are trying to spy on Rachel Blake and let me guess, Reece Norman asked you to kidnap her, right?âHe nodded vehemently.I stuffed the pistol back into my back pocket.âDonât go around doing risky jobs, and if you work for Reece, be careful. I donât like being followed around, stay off my path and also, tell Reece this little advice. He canât hide in the shadows forever and, he canât have Rachel...â I smiled sweetly at him,â... Goodnight... homie.âI walked out on him, strolling back to where my car was parked. People were watching and it didnât matter to me. I entered the car, Rachel looked frightened. I guess she saw everything.âItâs alright now, stop being afraid.ââYou, You killed a man like itâs nothing, Jake. Wh, What made you do that?âI turned on the engine,âNothing at all, itâs just self defense. Besides, they were after you and Reece sent them to kidnap you.âShe flinched.âKidnap me?! How is it possible?!! And how do you know?!!!ââHis phone
â ď¸RYANâ ď¸ We were in my apartment together, thankfully, it had been cleaned up very early in the morning and Bella was playing a soft slow music. I walked to the desk close to the end of the window, picking up the cigarette pack laying on it.I tilted my head to the side to take a glimpse of Rachel. She was standing in front of the entrance door, she looked scared and flustered. I get it, to her, I am a monster, an unpredictable and unpretentious ruthless gangster. If only she knew, I was protecting her from a number of things.The world... the world is a wicked place. People use people and not things. I sighed, walking towards her with the cigarette pack in my hand. She looked at me and then her eyes fell on what I was holding.âDo you wish to smoke with me?â I asked, my tone was calm.She nodded, taking a cigarette stick from the pack. I was surprised to see she wasnât hesitant.âLighter?â She asked.I stuffed my hand into my pocket, in search of one. I took it out, handing it t
She turned off the vibration, slowly taking out the butt plug from my ass you have the worst safe word ever jake. I collapsed on the bed, huffing, heaving and panting. She took off the cuffs and the shackles.âYou donât like getting tortured?â She asked.I took off the blindfold,âI donât. Havenât been a sub before.âI turned around on the bed to look at her. She was busy putting the stuffs back into the box,âI am impressed. How you played the role perfectly, it was a surprising feeling.âShe glanced at me, her eyes fell on my cock.âYou are still erect.âI glanced down at it to see she was right.Yeah... about that...â I looked at her,â... the cock ring, you havenât taken it off.âShe moves into the bed, crawling to where I sat. She placed her knees on each of my sides, my legs were in between hers.She took out the ring, tossing it on the bed.âJake?â She called.âYes baby girl.âShe had her eyes fixed on my cock, I couldnât tell what she was thinking about. She looked into my eyes âMake
I chugged on the bottle of wine, downing every content and then wiping my mouth with the back of my hand. ouâve always been a shadow, a shadow that lurks behind me for no reason.I tapped the ashes on the ashtray. I am getting addicted to you every minute. Every single time i look into those eyes, it gently caresses my thoughts. I get aroused by just watching you be a man.Still, I have plans. Plans to make you suffer, plans to make you wish you never trespassed. You are very smart and strange at the same time. I smirked.You are falling for me, and even though you are acting tough towards me, I can read the messages in your eyes.You are obsessed with me, and thatâs your biggest mistake.âHello! Who is home?!!â My door suddenly flung wide open with Zoe stepping into my apartment, holding shopping bags and a big tote bag.I was startled but when I saw her smiling face, I frowned.âYou should know how to knock. Just because I registered your thumb prints on the scanner, that...âShe rol
I sat back on the couch.His eyes were on my neck, making me wonder, what the hell is he looking at.âYou have a wound on your neck. What happened to you there?âI smirked, Hmm... my eyes skimmed over the flower vase that stood in a corner. Memories of that night in the hotel room with Jake subdued my consciousness. I chuckled, stroking my lips with my thumb delicately.âHow would I bloody know? After you drugged me...â I glanced at him to see he was staring at me, intently. I sighed,â... why are you here, Reece? You didnât come to interrogate me, you are here for something else, right?âBefore I could think of anything to say, he grabbed my arm, yanking me up from the couch. I shuddered from the suddenness, staring into his hardened eyes.âI can see you are nothing but a lowlife. Thankfully, it was a great thing that your father called off the engagement. Iâm returning you to your father.âI jolted in response to his words.âMy father?!!ââYeah. Old man Collins asked to bring you
â˘â˘â˘â˘đRACHELđ|Manhattan,New York|Collins Manor|:|A Month Later|:âYou havenât eaten from your plate, my love. Do you want to have something else?â Father asked.We were having breakfast in the gazebo of the central garden that circumnavigated the paths that led to other peculiar gardens.My father lived a lavished lifestyle. Everything was to his disposal, he could afford anything he ever wanted due to his purchasing power. Unlike the satisfaction that wealth brought, it can never be substituted for happiness. I sighed, cutting into the Confit De Canard(Duck Confit) with aid of my cutleries. A French dish comprising of duck meat, salted and boiled in oil and then preserved in a cool place.It was my favorite dish as a child, thus, my father always made sure that it was specially prepared by one of the best chefs in the world and served to me whenever I wanted.I was spoiled by him. A spoilt brat who always had her way as long as the name Blake was concerned.Due to my fatherâs nature of