"Give it up already, Old Dominico. Your reign is over." A heavily accented voice called out to us during another lull.
I crawled over to the side he was talking from and poked my head to take a look. As expected, I was greeted with heavy gunshots. But I was quick to dodge. "These are fuckin Russians. Santaro prick! He's got so desperate that he'd dine with the devil for power. One that he can't get." Standing up, I went around, and from another angle, I got a clear shot of the fool who was yelling at us. There was another man stupidly showing his head too. "Amateurs," I whispered and loaded their skulls with quick bullets. I had to duck back down as soon as I saw an assault rifle angling over the hood of a car. "There's an assault rifle my way. Do you have a shot?" I yelled at Rocco. He poked through the window and released a couple of shots. "Down!" He yelled back. Coldness or rage seeped into me. We waited forThe tears were threatening to fall, but I was determined to be strong for Hollis and managed to gulp most of the tears back down. But it was becoming more and more difficult as I was forced to sit there with no distraction from my thoughts. Something was haunting about the priest's spoken voice and I was being forced back to hiding behind those walls, watching Castello fall. I could feel an angel or maybe the devil's voice whispering in my ear, blaming me for walking away instead of staying back to fight. Castello's fall to the ground relentlessly replayed in my mind. It all came to me in a rush. Not only was Castello gone, but he wasn’t coming back. His picture at the front of the church had become just another image of a man who never got to achieve his dreams. Brewing inside of me was an intense hatred for the ones who had taken his life. I wanted them dead, but first, I wanted them to pay and suffer for what they h
That was all I remembered until I woke up feeling totally numb and heavy. I struggled to turn my body on its side, everything was numbed. I felt like a sort of puppet, with my brain pulling on strings to make my body move. I rolled to the ground in a thump. There was a carpet, but it was too rough and cheap. It had torn and had very sharp edges that could cause a deep cut on the skin if care is not taken. It was super thin, and I could feel the coldness of the cement seeping through it. I felt suddenly thankful for the numbness because the tumble would have hurt otherwise. I dragged myself across the floor like a rabid dog toward the light. My breaths were shallow. It took a few minutes for my eyes to adjust to the light. My elbows were too weak to hold me up. I had to slump to my side, with my cheek against the rotten carpet. All I could hear was the sound of crickets from somewhere; I had no idea where. Through th
"Did they hurt you?" Fredrick whispered and did a quick glance of the room. "I think I’m okay. They drugged me. You?" "I’m fine," he said distractedly. He looked down at the tray on the floor. "Is this what they brought you to eat?" he asked with disdain. I nodded. He picked up the tray, stuck the straw in the juice box, and handed it over to me. "Here," he said, "you need some liquids." While I sipped the juice, he investigated the bread, smelling it first and pulling it apart. Satisfied, he ripped them into pieces and handed them to me one by one, like I was a child or a bird. "Have you eaten?" I asked. "I’m fine. I don’t need to eat." I glanced over at his face. He did look fine. A lot better than me, I assumed. "Do you know where we are?" He wondered aloud.
"How long have you been trying to get to me?" I asked Fredrick. "A few months now." He replied. "How did you get to Hugh?" He stared at me in confusion. Another hint, he's not even the mastermind behind all of this. Just an opportunist. Someone sets everything up and he jumps in to take the Glory. My dear high-school-prom-date-Fredrick was lying through his teeth. I glared back at him, he had abused our friendship ties, at least what's left of it. Tears were building up in my eyes. I cleared my throat in an effort to keep them at bay and not arouse his suspicion that the game was up. "How are we going to get out of here?" My croaking voice betrayed me. Fredrick's eyes twinkled. His hand had moved to the top of my head and he was petting my hair, lovingly. "Did you know that I never fell out of love with you? I saw you, I discovered your existence, you
I had no idea what or who to believe. But I sure know that I need to get out of here first if I want to live. The question brightened up his mood so much that he smiled broadly. "Always a smart thinker. I’m impressed. I thought you’d gone soft already. Maybe that bastard broke you. But here you are, the one and only Ugo Chike." He smiled happily. "You see, people like us have to stick together." The fact that he was putting me in the same basket as him made me want to scream. Fredrick continued, "Once we gain what we're fighting for, we'll get rid of the basic and complex obstacles. Then, you and I can live happily ever after together." The partnership was starting to sound more like a one-sided business deal. I undetectably shuddered and cheerfully responded, "Sounds great." Fred strolled over to me and, pulling me up by the shoulders, he made me stand in front of him. With his hands, he drew my face into his, whispered my name, and forced his leathery lips against min
"Fred," I pleaded, "I can’t do this." This made him smile. "But we've always been childhood sweethearts. You've always been on my mind and you know how crazy I was about you. So, it's okay, it will be just like old times. Relax." He pressed his lips against mine, but I didn’t respond. His smile was fading. "Kiss me back," he ordered coldly. I started sobbing. "Please don’t. I don’t want to do this. I’ll do whatever you want me to do, but not this." He laughed chillingly and shook his head. "You were only being a tease, weren't you? You think I’m going to let you go back to that prick? That's never going to happen. I own you now and I'm going to take everything he couldn't take from you. What the hell is so special about you anyway?" He paused and thought about it briefly. "You know what, I'll find out for myself." He pushed me up to the wall and held his hand at my throat while trying to push his tongue into my mouth. "Open your mouth," he commanded. I was paralyze
Monte escorted me back to the men’s washroom. I had noticed him slightly wincing as he peered at my face when I had first walked out of the room. I wondered if I would be able to use his humanity, to my advantage. One of the stalls had been converted into a shower. While Monte stood on the other side of the stall, I got undressed and hung my clothes over the door. I turned on the water, as hot as it would go, and stood under a lukewarm shower. In less than a minute, the water started getting very hot. When I turned around, I saw a gray skimpy dress hanging next to the dirty clothes that I had thrown over the door. I grumbled, grabbed my dirty clothes, and put them back on. Monte chuckled when I walked out. "You like dirty clothes better, huh?" I ignored him and stood by the sink. A knock on the door brought one of the guards into the washroom. He handed a bag of ice to Monte and Monte handed it to me. "It’ll make the swelling go
Amory turned all of his attention to Fredrick. "Fucking Genovese Pussies. They're all back, every single one of them. We need to get the hell out of town. I narrowly escaped being killed by Gage Genovese. He tried to beat the location out of me. But I didn’t tell them a thing and escaped before he could kill me." "Fuck!" Fredrick cussed. "He's back?" "Flesh and blood," Amory swore. "Well," Frederick half-smiled, "it's good to have you back. You know what to do. Go get cleaned up first and give us some privacy." "Sure, Frick." Amory had a smug look on his face as he turned to Monte. "Think you can manage to follow those orders, Monte, or do I have to draw you a picture." Monte looked furious, "You all are digging our grave a bit too soon." He complained while walking behind Amory. They locked the door behind them, giving us our privacy. Fredrick immediately stood up and swaggered toward
We drove down a clear road, surrounded by mountains and hills, and then through cave-like closings. "Where are you taking me?" I asked, trying to keep the panic out of my voice. "I’m taking you home, Emmah Landon," Gideon said, and he looked at me with that goddamn devastating crooked grin. "It's Emmah Huxley. We're divorced." I reminded him. "Yet, you're wearing a ring that would stop other men from coming close." He winked at me, obviously pleased with himself. I ignored him. But why do I have a ring on my goddamn finger? Let's see... I'm yet to get over Gideon... Of course not. I just didn't want to be disturbed by any man, relationship-wise. And... Well, and nothing. "This is not the road to my home," I said, my fingers nervously circling around my ring finger. I saw him flick his eyes over to me, and there was something almost predatory in that lazy, easy smile. "It is now," he said. I tried not to look at the muscles in his arms or how his legs were spread carelessly
He hurled me over his shoulder and started toward the side of the gas station where a black car was readily in wait. I screamed, yelled, scratched his back, yet nothing. Well, I might as well be hitting a brick wall. The area was deserted, there was no one to help, and my screams weren't getting me anywhere. There was nothing hurried about his steps; he took his time, and when we got to the car, he threw me in the back seat and filed in behind me. "Drive." He said, and that was it, his driver or whoever that robotic-looking man was, started the car. "How... What are you doing here?" I asked him, frantic. "How did you know where I was?" He didn’t answer right away, instead, he leaned back in his seat and said, "I've been on your tail for the longest time. There is this thing called a tracker. Since you've refused to see or hear me out, I had to be creative." I knew that must be the situation, but it still took my breath away. "You're kidnapping me, why?" I asked breathlessly
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I swallowed, somehow having a faint idea of where all of this was going. A slight laugh escaped my husband's lips, and those damn twinkling eyes of his took me in again, like he'd just seen me and he finds me so endearing, and that look alone made my heart gallop. He placed a kiss on my shoulder. Pleasure shot through me and I inhaled sharply in response. Without warning, he threw me down on our bed. I gasped, my heart soaring when he dropped me, then bottoming out when my bare back hit the cool sheets. Hollis grabbed my bodice, and pushed it up, exposing my ass to his view. I shifted my weight back on the bed, intending to work my way closer to the middle, but before I could, he grabbed my bare legs and dragged me closer to the edge of the bed. On instinct, I grabbed the mattress to prevent myself from falling. "Hollis you..." Before I could finish my sentence, his face was between my thighs. My tummy turned over. "Oh..." When he put his mouth in my cunt, I almost
Hollis yanked off my bra and cupped my exposed skin, teasing over my nipples. My body was a complete inferno even before his lips were moving from mine.I wanted him inside of me and the release as much as I wanted my next breath. But not quite as much as I wanted to show him how much I love him and how happy he makes me.So before he could continue his kisses down my chest and toward my breasts, I pulled back, meeting his gaze, making him watch as I went down on my knees in front of him.My hands landed on his knees and slid forward up his thighs. I watched as an expression of surprise and pleasure crossed his gorgeous face.Then I reached for his fly and pulled out his thick, straining cock, pushing it into my open mouth. "Fuck, baby," he groaned, pushing his cock at the base and tracing my lower lip with his thumb. Then he pulled it out and a gush of precum sipped out. "Lick it," he demanded, holding it and my tongue moved out to trace over his head, tasting him, wetting him mor
"I told you, Baby," Hollis said as we made our way to the front door after our goodbyes. "You didn’t need to be nervous." "I’m worried about my father," I admitted, linking my arm through his own."Why?" He asked, seeming genuinely interested as Nero pulled up with our car, and Hollis pushed me in before sliding in beside me. "He seems withdrawn," I told him, shrugging. "And that isn’t how my father is.""Things have taken a sudden turn and he still blames himself for all of this. He thinks he's the one that put you with me," Hollis said, shrugging."He just doesn't know that it's destiny. One way or the other, we were bound to be together. Don't worry, next time, it will be better." He said. "By next time, do you mean my Mom's next birthday?" I asked, my heart sinking a little at the idea. "I meant the next family function," he replied, shrugging. "I believe there are going to be many of them.""You’re going to let me go?" I asked."Let
"Your wife?" My father came closer. "I didn't stutter. You heard me. Yes, my wife," Hollis said in a firm voice, erasing the distance between them. "Hollis..." I called, pressing a hand into his stomach. Sensing the plea in my face or my voice, his jaw loosened. "I'll go get you a glass of juice." He offered. "I'll like that," I said, nodding, giving him my silent gratitude. "I’ll be right back," he replied, squeezing me gently on the hip, before walking off. "I hoped you’d be happy to see me," I said to my father as soon as Hollis left, but I noticed that his gaze followed Hollis until he heard me speak. I didn't try to hide the vulnerability in my voice. I was upset. And I wasn’t accustomed to hiding that around my family. "Oh, my baby." My father called, his anger falling and getting replaced almost immediately with sadness. "Of course, I’m happy to see you," he started reaching for me. "Are you okay?" He asked, holding me tight
THREE MONTHS LATER**UGOGetting out of the the Garden after months of being kept in and guarded twenty-four-seven was reason enough to put some extra care into my appearance. It's been months since I left the confines of this place. There had been dark days throughout those couple of months. Hollis wasn't always around. I knew they were trying to set things straight.But I had no idea how they were going about it, until my husband came home to me with a bullet wound. My heart almost ripped through my chest. But, he insisted he was okay. And that was the last time he ever left me home alone. "The deed has been done, everything has been taken care of." Maxine had said to me on one of his visits.I still miss Castello, terribly, painfully. His memories remained embedded in my heart.Taking a look at myself in the mirror, I smiled. We were going to see my parents, it was my mother's birthday.Of course, I wanted to look nice, not just b
I was having one of those vivid dreams where I killed Hollis again. Over the time I've been at the Garden, I've had various versions of this dream. But they always end with Hollis's death. At times I pierce his heart with a dagger. Other times, it ranges from a gunshot to strangling him in his sleep. The dreams were always ending with my betrayal. My evil to him and the hurt I caused him. As usual, I woke up sobbing. Indeed there was no peace for me. Then I perceived it, his cologne, the one I checked out in his cabinet the first day I came to the Garden. A high-pitched cry escaped my lips. I'm now hallucinating and imagining the smell of fragrances, my situation was getting worse by the day and I'm not even helping matters. But, what can I do? Absolutely nothing. "Baby." I heard his voice and a sharp pain ricocheted through my heart. But when I turned around to the direction of the voice, in the dim lighting of the room, I saw a figure resembling that of Hollis standing