IRISI woke up with a throbbing headache, the dim light filtering through the small window casting eerie shadows across the room. As I tried to sit up, I realized with a sinking feeling that I was locked in, the heavy metal door standing as a barrier between me and freedom.My heart pounding with fear and uncertainty, I made my way to the window, hoping against hope that it might offer some means of escape. But as I peered out into the darkness, I felt a wave of despair wash over me. We were two stories up, too high for me to jump without risking serious injury.With a sigh of resignation, I turned away from the window and began to search the room for any sign of a weapon. My hands shook as I rifled through drawers and cabinets, my mind racing with fear and desperation.But just as I was beginning to lose hope, I caught sight of a heavy metal lamp sitting on the bedside table. With a sense of grim determination, I picked it up and held it tightly in my hands, ready to defend myself if
LesI can't believe it. My heart is pounding in my chest, and my mind is racing with a million thoughts. Iris, my love, my everything, has been taken. Kidnapped by Massimo, the man who has been a thorn in our side for far too long.I pace back and forth in the living room, my hands clenched into fists at my sides. My stomach churns with fear and anger, and I feel like I'm going to be sick. I need to do something, anything, to find Iris and bring her back to safety."Where is she? What do we know?" I demand, turning to my security team who are gathered around me, their faces tense with concern."We're tracking her phone, but the signal keeps bouncing around. We're doing everything we can to locate her," one of them replies, his voice tight with tension.I nod, trying to stay calm despite the overwhelming sense of panic that threatens to consume me. "Keep me updated. We need to find her before it's too late."As I give out orders, I hear the sound of crying coming from the other room. M
IRISMy blood froze as I let the hand holding the phone fall.Les must have sensed the change in my demeanor because he approached me with concern in his observing eyes. “What's wrong?” My gaze slid to him and I opened my mouth to speak but couldn't. All I knew was that my heart was beating faster than I could think. All of a sudden, my mouth goes dry and Les had to immediately find me a chair to sit on. By now, everyone else had caught on to the fact that something was wrong and were approaching with a mixture of concern and confusion on their faces. Someone, somewhere turned off the music which made me both grateful and at the same time, embarrassed. In a matter of minutes, My friends and family surrounded me while I tried to catch my breath and still my racing heart. I didn't even know when Les took my hand in his and was now rubbing soothing circles on it. Hilda sat on my other side rubbing circles on my back while everyone else asked me varying forms of if I was okay. I nodd
IRISDays later, I am waking up on a Saturday morning to a delicious feeling between my legs. Something touches my lips and my body responds immediately. Somehow my body knows that it's Les kissing me so I respond, kissing him back. The delicious feeling between my legs increase and a moan slips out of my mouth. I blink my eyes open to see Les's face and his hand working wonders inside me. “Good morning, Beautiful.” He kisses me again, driving me to a heart rending climax. “Good morning…” My words trail off because at this point.my brain is no longer working. My eyes roll to the back of my eye as a climax makes my body sieze and immediately vibrate with intensity. “Les!” I choked out almsot on the verge of tears but Les doesn't stop. He continues to ride on my climax while sucking on my earlobe. I finish with a heavy breath and opened my eyes to see him suck off my cum from his fingers. “You're something else, Mr. Scavo.”He smirks and kisses me one more time before leaving the
LESAs soon as I spotted Iris in danger, a surge of adrenaline coursed through me. I knew I had to act fast to save her, no matter the risk. I quickly issued orders to my men, instructing them to descend from the building opposite the compound and infiltrate it stealthily. Our objective was clear: rescue Iris at all costs.As my men sprang into action, I focused on finding a way to get inside the compound without drawing attention to myself. I needed to approach cautiously, avoiding detection by Massimo's men who were undoubtedly on high alert.With my heart pounding in my chest, I moved swiftly, using the cover of darkness to my advantage. I could hear the distant sound of gunfire echoing through the night air, a grim reminder of the danger that lurked around every corner.I reached the perimeter of the compound and crouched low, my senses heightened as I scanned the area for any sign of movement. I could see the faint outline of Massimo's men patrolling the grounds, their weapons at
IRISThe roar of the helicopter blades filled the air as we soared over the breathtaking Swiss landscape, my hands bound tightly behind my back, the rough rope digging into my skin with every jostle of the aircraft. I stared out of the window, my heart heavy with worry for my newborn babies and for Les, wondering if I would ever see them again.The memories of their sweet faces, their tiny hands reaching out to me, flooded my mind, threatening to overwhelm me with longing and despair. I couldn't bear the thought of being separated from them, of not being there to watch them grow and thrive.But as the helicopter flew on, carrying me further and further away from everything I held dear, I knew that I had to focus on the task at hand. I had to find a way to escape, to break free from the clutches of my captors and return to my family, no matter the cost.I glanced around at the security men who surrounded me, their expressions stoic and unyielding as they kept a close watch on my every
IRISI woke up with a throbbing headache, the dim light filtering through the small window casting eerie shadows across the room. As I tried to sit up, I realized with a sinking feeling that I was locked in, the heavy metal door standing as a barrier between me and freedom.My heart pounding with fear and uncertainty, I made my way to the window, hoping against hope that it might offer some means of escape. But as I peered out into the darkness, I felt a wave of despair wash over me. We were two stories up, too high for me to jump without risking serious injury.With a sigh of resignation, I turned away from the window and began to search the room for any sign of a weapon. My hands shook as I rifled through drawers and cabinets, my mind racing with fear and desperation.But just as I was beginning to lose hope, I caught sight of a heavy metal lamp sitting on the bedside table. With a sense of grim determination, I picked it up and held it tightly in my hands, ready to defend myself if
IRISI had made up my mind. It was time to confront Walter and put an end to the chaos he had caused in our lives. With a determined spirit, I picked up my phone and dialed his number, my heart pounding with a mixture of apprehension and resolve. "Hello?" Walter's voice crackled through the line, his tone tinged with surprise at the unexpected call. "Walter, it's Iris," I said, trying to keep my voice steady despite the nerves fluttering in my stomach. "I need to meet with you." There was a moment of silence on the other end of the line, broken only by the distant sounds of traffic. "Sure, Iris. What's this about?" Walter asked, his curiosity piqued. "It's urgent," I replied, choosing my words carefully. "Can you meet me at the park tomorrow at 2 pm?" Walter hesitated for a moment, no doubt weighing his options. But then, with a sigh, he acquiesced. "Alright, I'll be there." I thanked him and hung up the phone, a sense of relief washing over me. The first step had been taken, an
IRISAll feelings of amusement left me as things turned serious. I readjusted in my seat and crossed my legs. “Okay. Let's talk.”Les rose to his feet and offered me his hand. “First of all, I want to show you something.” Curious, I slipped my hand in his and let him take me upstairs. We went past a couple of rooms before we stopped at one and he unlocked it. Once he opened it, he stepped aside for me to go in first. Throwing a curious glance at him, I pushed the door further, went in and my mouth dropped open. One wall was painted with the drawing of an ocean and a red headed mermaid sitting on a rock in the midst of it. Then another wall had mickey mouse characters drawn on them and another had Tom and Jerry smiling at each other. In the midst of the room was a baby crib and I froze in my steps when I saw it. I turned around to find Les watching me intently with his hands shoved in his pockets. He shifted his weight on his feet - a sign I realize indicated his nervousness.“Do y
LESThe fluorescent lights flickered overhead as we sat in the waiting room of the hospital, the scent of antiseptic hanging heavy in the air. Iris fidgeted nervously beside me, her fingers twisting around each other as she glanced around at the sterile walls."You okay, Bunny?" I asked, reaching out to squeeze her hand.She offered me a weak smile. "Yeah, just a little anxious about the scan."I nodded, understanding her apprehension. The thought of seeing our baby for the first time was enough to make anyone jittery. But I was also excited, eager to catch a glimpse of the life growing inside Iris.After what felt like an eternity, the nurse called us in, and we followed her down the hallway to the ultrasound room. Iris settled onto the examination table, her eyes fixed on the monitor as the nurse squirted gel onto her belly.And then, there it was. A tiny flicker on the screen, like a beacon of hope in the darkness. Our baby's heartbeat.Iris let out a shaky breath, her eyes shimmer
IRIS:In a matter of minutes the entire living room was destroyed. I stood still in the carnage as shattered glass covered the ground and furniture became upturned. Les yelled every obscene word known to man. He went on to punch walls till his knuckles cracked and his blood ran red down the walls. Rick ran in with the other security men, confused but with their weapons drawn.“GET OUT!!” Les yelled at them. The men hesitated, especially Rick who looked my way and seemed like he didn't want to leave me with him. “Come Ma'am. Let's go.” He said as he approached me with his hand stretched forward. I had no idea I was vibrating where I stood until I raised my hand and found it shaking violently.The next thing I hear is the click of a gun. I froze just about to touch Rick and turned. Les had a gun pointed at Rick and his eyes were filled with utter madness. “Touch her and you die!” I turned to see Rick with his hands up, retreating backwards. “Sorry ma'am.” He said apologetically befo
LES My baby resumes work today and I am not happy about it. I wish she was the kind of woman who was content being a housewife that loves to cook and wait for her husband to come home. Wait a fucking minute. Why am I looking at Iris through the lens of marriage?I wasn't a big believer in it especially since my father was shitty to my mom and didn't keep his vows. I feel the whole idea of marriage is pretty useless. I am already loyal to Iris and will never look at any other woman. She's mine. Forever. So why do I need to put a ring on it?I continued to wonder about that as I leaned against the doorframe of my closet and watched my Bunny wear a Wonder Woman panty and matching bra color. She turned slightly and my gaze fell on her tummy which was now the size of a small watermelon. I felt something but I couldn’t process what it was. To think that in six months time, this woman whom I am totally obsessed with will give birth to mini mes and mini Iris. I wonder what the babies wi
LESI was in the throes of my own anger, but the moment I noticed the departure of my brother, my rage softened. One glance at Iris and she nodded at me to go after him, which I did. Entering the elevator, I pulled out my phone and accessed all the cameras to pinpoint my brother's location. It didn't take long to find him scurrying down the stairs to the ground floor. My brother has always been one to maintain composure in all things but now, from my point of view, he was an agitated mess. Pressing the button for the ground floo, I sighed and let the elevator begin its descent to the living room. Sometimes I wonder what my life would have been like, if I had grown up with a good, normal father. Maybe I'd be some corporate guy living in a cute condo, married with one or two kids instead of having an irrational fear of intimacy and⁸8⁸⁸fatherhood. Maybe, I'd be a normal guy. But I'm not. Instead I'm messed up in the head, struggling with a trauma I wouldn't wish on anyone. Thank Go
LES“I see you've lost all your senses posting that girl online.”I rolled my eyes at my brother who was cleaning his pistol while holding a video call with me. The sun had just gone down over the horizon, casting my office in semi darkness while the landscape of New York city came alive with colorful night lights. “I guess you can call me ‘crazy’. Crazy about her.” I smiled as I shoveled some Chinese noodles into my mouth with chopsticks.“What you will be, is sorry if you don't stop.”I stopped chewing and glared at him. My brother didn't look at me. Instead, he continued to clean his weapon as if he didn't just say something disturbing. “Why would you say that?”“Because you're being a fool right now. Posting her for the world to see, especially for our Uncle to see, is like looking into the eye of a python and spitting in its face.”James was right. I was usually a very calculated mind but lately, I have been getting carried away by my affection for Iris and may have unintentio
Chapter 56:IRISOver the next couple of days, I continued to send out applications and even tried writing some pieces but I realized I was experiencing a block. When I couldn't make headway, I sat down in front of a TV and watched some cartoons. It was my coping mechanism back at Massimo's house and it's starting to be my coping mechanism now. Cartoons weren't always at Les' place either. I was surprised when one day I received a delivery signed to me and when I opened it, I discovered Les had bought all variations of cartoons for me to watch. Along with some T-shirts with cartoon characters on them. Les continued to leave pleasant surprises for me while I carried my one unpleasant surprise inside my body and whenever talk about Taylor came up, he refused to talk about it and everyday I became more and more depressed.If I wasn't writing, I was also video calling my Dad or Hilda. Now that I had a working phone, I was able to access my old social media profiles. I came across a lo
IRIS“Can we still go about our day while we ruminate on this?” Les asked and I considered his request reasonable. “Sure.”I changed into one of the dresses he got me, and then we went downstairs to have brunch. All through, we ate in silence, and I hated it. I hated that I spoiled the mood between us and made it awkward with the topic of a child. After our brunch, Les took me on a tour of his mansion, and I was able to learn a few more things about him. Les was an artist who painted in his pastime, and I wondered how he was able to do that and still be an underground fighter during his teen years. I saw all the championship belts he had won and heard all the stories behind them. Then he showed me his car collections, the grounds which had a stable and two horses. By the time we were done that day, it was late evening, and we weren’t able to go shopping any more, but I didn’t mind. Getting to see a new side of him was refreshing. I got to learn that Les The Beast wasn’t really his
IRISA cold shiver went through me as my father’s words sank in. “Excuse me?!” “Iris-” My father started to speak, but I raised a hand to cut him short.“So I was a mistake?”My father looked horrified for a second before he closed the distance between us. “No, no, no, no.” he said, coming to sit beside me. “You were never a mistake, Iris, and I am glad your mother chose to keep you.”“What if she hadn’t?” I sniffled and wiped a tear from my eye. “Would you have regretted it?”My father sighed. “I honestly don’t know. All I know is that I am happy she didn’t listen to me. Look at me.” He said, taking my hands in his, which in turn made me face him. “You are the best thing that has ever happened to me since your mother. You are not a mistake, and you never were. I was afraid I wouldn’t be able to be a good father to you and give you the resources that you needed. I was fresh out of high school, inheriting a run-down port left behind by a drunken father. You can understand how having