Quinn.“A toast for Quinn and Xavion! Wishing you all the best, man.”Norman winked at Xavion, and everyone clapped their hands. I raised my glass of wine together with them and ultimately smiled. Xavion’s fingers play like a piano on the back of my skin.My strapless dress fabric was too thin, and I felt his fingers trailing along my side, warming me in the semi-cold afternoon weather.Today is the grand opening of Xavion and Norman’s new Raspberry Suites Hotel.Almost all of Xavion’s cousins and other people in politics are here. Some celebrities and models are here joining the event, and Mr. Atticus Art Mondragon, the owner of Monde Fashion, came as the event’s highlight.Before the event started, several reporters and two major TV companies were in attendance to witness the models showcasing the clothes.“No picture taking for my Quinn. Thank you.”Xavion shielded my face from the reporter’s camera with his hand, and the reporters all nodded in agreement. A few bodyguards were on
Quinn . "It's nice to see you again, Quinn. You look so lovely, baby." Domingue was about to touch my face, but I moved away. He chuckled evilly. I'm no longer afraid of him. I can look at him in the eyes without fear. My only worry is for him to hurt Xavion, and my family could no longer threaten me. I know that because Grandma was longer in their care. "Who could have thought that a bastard from the past hides you from us? And worst? He is of the Royal Mondragon blood. How the hell did Xavion find out about our wedding, Quinn? He came at the right time. Have you made contact with him behind me!?" I swallowed hard and blinked a few times the moment Dominique's hand grabbed hold of my chin. I felt the tightened grip he made before he let go. "Bitch," he swore in silence, enough for me to hear it. He paced back and forth, thinking of something. For so long, I can already read Dominique's mind through his body movements. I looked at him again. He looks wasted. His beard grew half
Xavion . “Thank goodness you know of what’s coming ahead, Xav. Impressive,” Hendrix expressed behind me. I am currently occupied with organizing my equipment and loading my firearms with ammunition. I’m in complete combat and am ready to kill anyone who goes against my will to get Quinn. I need to get her back. We have located Quinn in an old warehouse on the north side nearby. “It’s an old warehouse owned by the Flamingo.” Drew came un-notice from an open door. He passed me the code device and the silencer. “The boys are ready. I have given them instructions,” he continued. “Thanks, Drew,” I faced him, and he gently nodded. “Are you sure you’re -” “No, Drew,” I cut him off, “I don’t want you and the rest of the boys to get involved with this. Hendrix and the others are enough. And besides, it’s been monitored. I can handle this.” He paused, taking a deep breath, and then looked at me intently. “Take care, Xavion. We don’t want anything bad to happen to you. Your mother calle
Quinn . "That was stupid of you! It almost killed me!" Instead of hugging him, I punched him in the chest a few times. My intention is not to cause him any pain. It wasn't hard. He laughed and shook his head, and the sweet expression of his eyes melted my heart. I now understand my heart. Xavion was right. He's my weakness, and I'm scared of losing him. "I didn't get hurt. That's all it matters." Xavion hugged me tightly. "What do you mean you didn't get hurt? They shot you! Luckily, it slips through." I looked at his right shoulder. "Really? I didn't feel it. I'm glad you're okay, Quinn, and back in my arms again." He kissed my forehead. "How did you know where I was?" I blinked my eyes while staring into his. "Through this." He touches the pendant on my necklace, and my brows furrowed. Xavion declined to go to the hospital, so here we are, back to his penthouse. The wound was merely a small cut. I applied ointment, antibacterial cream, and then bandaged it. I'm certain of
Xavion . “I found his location, Xav, and you wouldn’t believe where he is at the moment,” Bryce said in the line. I looked at Quinn and signaled to get out of the room. She nodded. The other girls looked at me, and I simply smiled. I stepped outside to talk to Bryce. “Where is he?” “In Russia, and I’m worried about it. He took the same flight as your mother.” “What?” My jaw tightened as I loosened up the tie on my shirt. I looked at the time on my wristwatch, and I was sure my mother’s plane had landed safely six hours ago, but she hadn’t rung me yet. “I’ll try to call her now, Bryce. Hang on.” “I did already. She’s unattended, bro.” I whirled around, feeling agitated. “I’ll ring my father, Bryce. I’ll call you back,” I said and ended the call. I dialed my father’s number, which rang a few times until he picked it up. “Hey, son? What’s up? What do you want?” in his baritone voice. Because I don’t usually call him, he got used to the fact that every time I called, I wanted so
Xavion."I'll be right back. I promise, Quinn."Saying goodbye to someone who means the world breaks my heart. As much as Dominique wants Quinn back, I can't trade her. Bryce and I constructed a plan, and that's what we hope to do. I tried ringing Dominique's number, but it seemed like he kept changing and changing location.Quinn weakly nodded. I gritted my teeth, as she didn't look convincing to me. She's acting weird lately."Quinn?" I whispered, kissing her forehead, "Don't do anything stupid, Quinn. I know you."She never answered back. "Come back to me alive, okay?" As her eyes began to fill with tears, I wrapped my arms around her in a tight embrace."I will, Quinn. I promise."The Island will be shut down in a few hours. Two super jet small ferries pick up all the employees at once. Everything is on high alert. Norman and the other boys are making their moves, roving around the Island.Reeve is waiting for me. We must take the chopper to the nearest capital and move to a bigg
Xavion.I was supposed to meet Dad at the Wreath Hall, but his driver, Amando, drove me to the nearest hospital, closer to my father's hotel.I got a message while I was inside the car. It was from my father, telling me I had to meet him in the hospital now. Mom is there and is safe.I had many things on my mind while moving closer to my mother's private room. The nurse assisted me earlier, and a few bodyguards were familiar when I entered the premises. They are all my father's guards.I tightened my jaw and stopped when I reached the private room's hallway. Jet and Zancho looked at me coldly and dipped their head down halfway. I continue walking, holding my heart, getting closer to my father's den.Damn this. My plan is now ruined, and my father now knows everything.The door opened, and I held my breath. I can't wait to see my mother. I hope she's okay."Xavion! Thank goodness you're okay!" Mom sprinted, and her arms flung into me. "I'm glad you're okay." She smiled and touched my
Quinn . The pain strikes my head the moment I open my eyes. The first thing I saw was a blur. I squeezed my eyes shut and reopened them, trying to focus to get a clearer vision this time. Oh my God. Where am I? What happened? As I rolled out of bed, my body stiffened, and I stood motionless like a robot. I just remembered what happened. The classical modern Italian designs in the room clashed with the vintage materials and linings, creating an overwhelming discordant atmosphere. Am I in a museum or a royal chamber? Perhaps I'm dreaming. Yes, I guess. I shut my eyes again, counting from one to five, and slowly opened. It was the same. I am standing in reality, and this is where I am. "Thank goodness you're awake." A woman's voice from behind. I turned around to see her, and my mouth parted. "Amara El Prestino. Nice meeting you, sis." She twisted her lips, looking at me from head to foot and back again. "Tsk, too lousy for an El Prestino blood. You can't even kill a frog, I bet
Diezel's POV . "You have to understand your son. You can't just push him to marry someone against his heart. He is a Mondragon. And being a Mondragon man only means one thing. . . We are born stubborn to the content of our hearts. We stick to what our hearts dictate no matter how fucking twisted the path we choose. We dedicate ourselves to one woman. We fight for love and go crazy with it." I gritted my teeth as I listened to Xavion's parents, who were sitting beside me. I have never experienced love before, so I do not know what it feels like. I grew up in a tough but humorous environment surrounded by good and bad individuals. I am currently accompanied by my cousins, who are pretty eccentric. The black Mondragons are my favorites, and I belong to them. I am one of them. But the hell, I am here facing the same sky, standing beside Xavion's father. "When is the wedding?" Xavion's mother looked at me. "Tomorrow, Zia." I swallowed hard, avoiding her gaze. Zia Maricor reminds me
Quinn . -matured content- Xavion reclaimed my lips, kissing me hungrily. I opened my mouth and welcomed every thrust of his tongue as it explored every corner of my mouth. His hand pushed the hem of my skirt, caressing my thighs. I gasped in anticipation, and my body melted. Every touch of his hand in between my thigh sends thousands of heat inside me. His lips traveled down my neck. I giggled when I felt his lips around there. I continue massaging his nape. He swept me in his arms and gently eased my body on the bed. Our eyes locked briefly, and his weight pushed my body on the mattress. "I love the look of your eyes, Quinn. It speaks of wanting me, darling." He said, licking his lips and his hand gently caressing my side, aiming to unhook my bra. My body arched, and the moment he unhooked my bra and took off my top, his lips came crashing on mine again. "Oh, dammit." He groaned, and I moaned when I felt the gentle massage of his hand on my breast. I was already on fire. Ever
Quinn.Half sleeping, I reached out for Xavion. I can still remember what happened last night. I had a slight fever, and his embrace healed me. His manly scent completed the whole of me I'd longed for years. With my eyes shut, I smiled and moved my right hand, reaching his side. I love the feeling of touching his warm chest. Instead, I felt the cottony, fluffy texture of a pillow.I was wide awake in an instant. He is no longer beside me.I took my dressing gown that was hanging on the dressing chair, put it on, and ran towards the kitchen. I was relieved to see Xavion preparing something. I thought he left me."Hey, good morning, Quinn! You've got the best chef here on the Island. Let's eat!" Diezel greeted me with a full mouth of food.Xavion turned to see me carrying freshly brewed coffee. And his dashing smile gives a warm feeling inside me."Oh, you're awake." Xavion smiled, looking so hot on his white top. He put down his cup of coffee and strode sexily towards me."I thought y
Xavion . "It's too dangerous, Xavion. I won't let you fly on your own. Use my yacht. It's better than flying a helicopter. It's better to be safe than sorry, bro. The rain hasn't stopped. There was no storm, but a low-pressure area is building up North." Norman sighed and shook his head. I gritted my teeth, facing the dark sky. Quinn is waiting for me. I need to go to her now. "The yacht may take you six hours, and it's fine. It doesn't matter if you arrive late on the Reserve Island, Xavion. It's better to land safely. Using the helicopter will give you zero visibility." Norman continued. "I guess I have no choice," I silently uttered. "It's alright." Norman patted my shoulder and chuckled. "You want this, and I understand that. She may not be happy with this, but you have to listen to her. Yes, she's still your Quinn, the same person as before, but she has a lot of priorities now. Diezel abducted her this morning without permission and - " "I have settled everything, Norman.
Quinn . And like a child, as soon as the yacht docked, I ran free towards the house where I used to be. "Xavion! Xavion!" I shouted for his name. I was not listening to Diezel anymore. "Hey, Quinn! Fai attenzione ai serpenti, Amore mio!" I stopped and looked around the sand. I almost forgot that this Island has a lot of snakes around, not to mention the prickly weed I hate the most! I turned around to see Diezel, and he started carrying the goods on his shoulder. I twisted my lips and continued walking a little faster this time. I nervously looked at each corner because of the snakes. "Snakes are good at hiding. Don't worry. I believe the boys cleaned the place." Diezel said, and he was now walking towards me, carrying two sacks of goods on his shoulders, which seemed heavy. I stopped again, letting him pass through me first, and I curiously followed him. I realized Xavion was not around because the place was too quiet. Diezel went inside the house, organizing all the stuff.
Quinn . "Who are you? What do you want from me? Let me go!" I kicked my feet, hoping to unhook the tie. But it was too tight. I couldn't even maneuver my body. I don't know what happened after I passed out. I was about to see Jarrod to talk about the other business proposal. But here I am, now sitting in this coffin-shaped box. "Hey! Are you listening? Where are you going to take me? Let me go! I'm busting. I need to go to the toilet!" I said nervously. It's a lie. I will find a way to escape, but then again, I don't know how. The yacht is moving fast, and this idiot will probably take me somewhere isolated. "Hello!? Hey!" I yelled out. Judging by his body build, he is a pro. Broad shoulders, stern frame, perfect body built where I could not see any fats. It's all muscles in there with more than six packs. Neat look with a pleasant smell. I should be scared. But I'm not. I'm thinking of a way to escape once this yacht will dock. Xavion? I shut my eyes, thinking about him. I
Xavion . “I’m sorry, Xavion, but I can’t. I don’t think this is right. What about Trinity? She invested herself so much in you for three years. You can’t just wipe her in a snap. It’s not right… a-and what about your parents? Your mother hates me. And your father still doesn’t approve of me.” My heart dropped to the ground the moment I heard it from her. It kept playing on my head like a dislocated player disc. Fucking dammit! I could feel the screams of frustration at the back of my throat as the pain kept squeezing my chest. “Hey, bro, are you listening to me?” Glenn furrowed his brows and looked at me intently with a serious expression. “Something is wrong with you. Come on, tell me.” He stood firmly before me, crossed his arms, and demanded to know what was wrong. I stood up, sighed, and turned my back on Glenn, trying to figure out everything about Quinn. I have to do something, or I’ll go insane with this again. This can’t be effing happening. "Xavion Xavier Mondragon?
Quinn . "The past is the past. It happened already. We made mistakes. Nobody is perfect. Now, we learned from it...we are what we are now, and we must face reality. Now is the right time to choose your heart, Quinn. Never be afraid anymore, my child. All well be okay..." I smiled, remembering Grandmother's message to me. My eyes are still shut, feeling the warmth and comfort of my bed. It felt like I was sleeping on the clouds, and I felt light and complete. Xavion? My eyes automatically opened the moment I remembered him. "What the. . ." Like a robot, I got up and quickly sat on the edge of the bed. I'm wearing an oversized white man's long sleeve. It went above my knees, and I ran straight to the toilet when I remembered what had happened. Relax, self. I need to use a toothbrush first. Since this is not my place, I put some toothpaste on my pointy finger and brushed it on my teeth. I gurgle up with mouthwash after washing my face. I was a complete mess last night. I vomit
Xavion . "I'm sorry," she said, almost like a whisper. I felt my jaw tighten as I carefully placed her on top of my bed. She let go of me, and she sounded asleep already. I slowly stood up and stared at her for a second, releasing a sigh. I move to the end of the bed and take off her stilettos. I slightly shook my head after removing them. Seeing the anklet with a dangling pendant, I gave her more than three years ago proves she still loves me. I sighed, stood up, gritted my teeth, and surveyed her clothes. I guess I have no other choice but to change her. The top she's wearing with her fit body blazer looks uncomfortable. I shook my head and sat on the edge of the bed. "I don't know what to do with you, Quinn. You are stubborn as hell. Do you think you can handle everything on your own? You are wrong, darling," I weakly uttered. I was about to unbutton her blazer, but her hands moved, now touching my fingers. "Xavion…" She opened her eyes, and my heart fluttered. There was a