IRIS' P. O. VStanding next to Massimo, Les whispers something in my fiancé's ear while staring intently at me. Massimo turns to look at me, making me wish the ground would open and swallow me up.Massimo beckons for me, and I rise on shaky legs, making my way to his table slowly, while my gaze shifts from Massimo to Les and back.How could Les betray me like this?!I reach the table and Massimo looks at me with a hard expression. "What's wrong with you?""What?" I blink."You're shaking all over.""Oh." was what I could say. "Not feeling well." I answered with a quick smile.Massimo watches me for a moment before speaking, "My nephew needs directions to my private wine collection, take him there and after that, guide him to my office. I'll meet you there and then you can go."I blinked in surprise. “That’s it?”Massimo looked at me like I was stupid. “Was there something else you were expecting?”I immediately shook my head. “No.”I caught Les' gaze, which was cold and expressionless.
IRIS’ P.O.V The room Les brought me to was a storage room but it had been rearranged to accommodate a small table and two chairs. On this table was a small platter of food that seemed to be from the main course that was spread hours ago at dinner. I looked at Les, and then the food on the table. “What's going on?” I whispered, barely able to contain my feelings. “Are you trying to date me or something?” A corner of his lips tilted up in a smile. “I'm not that romantic,” he said, causing me to smile too. “Please, if you’ll allow me.” He said, motioning to the table. He placed a hand gently on my left arm and I had to bite my bottom lip, so I don’t remember how he touched me that night. I followed his guidance as he led me to the table and pulled out a chair for me to sit. "Why did you need to go to your Uncle's private wine collection?" I asked. Les smiled to himself. "Because I needed an excuse to be alone with you." Our gazes collide. "That and because my uncle promised to sh
IRIS’ P.O.V My body began to tremble of its own accord the closer Massimo got. “Relax.” Les said and my body instantly obeyed.Massimo eyed me with a strange expression before turning to Les. “I hope she got you the wine, nephew?” My breath hitched once again, and panic ran through me like a wildfire. “Yes, Uncle.” Les replied, making me turn to him in disbelief. “It's in your office already.” My mouth dropped open some more as I wondered how and when. At that point in time, Massimo received a call, so he dismissed me with a hand and motioned to his nephew to follow him into his office but Les doesn't follow immediately, which made me approach him with wide eyes. “How were you able to do that?!” I whisper-shouted. “Is the wine really in there?!”Les beamed down at me. “Yes. It is.” “But, how?” Les explained how he had gone down to the cellar while I was eating and had put the bottle in his Uncle's office. “I wanted you to have enough time to get some food in and not rush when t
IRIS’ P.O.V My eyes didn't leave the gun as Massimo waddled towards me. A bead of sweat hurriedly traveled down my back as I stood, rigid and paralyzed, in the anticipation of my death. Massimo must have found out about the key and considering what he did to that Mexican boy, there was no point in giving excuses anymore. Every fiber of my being trembled and when Massimo got close, I held my breath, squeezed my eyes shut and waited for the bang that would end it all. The first thing I felt was the essence of Massimo's body passing by me. ‘Okay, was he planning on shooting me from the back?’ I wondered. My heart pounded once, then again, and when nothing happened, I squint one eye open to find my fiancé wandering aimlessly about the room. His eyes seemed half-lidded, his head hung low and his mouth slack open and then it dawned on me.Massimo was sleepwalking. I almost laughed in disbelief until I remembered the gun in his hand. A sleepwalker and a loaded gun was a very bad combo
LES’ P.O.V I heard her swallow on the other end of the line. “Please hold on,” she said, and from my point of view, I watched her ease out of bed and head for the bathroom. I wished there was a camera there too. Maybe I should have one installed just so I can watch her. Some part of me, the decent part that I had created to overshadow my past self screamed at me that I would be invading her privacy. Then the other part of me, the one that made up majority of who I am and is also the one I try to keep buried doesn't even give a fuck about her privacy. She gave that up the moment she had that gun to her head. When I found the balcony doors open and my uncle about to sleepwalk to his death, it had felt like watching a bad TV soap opera and deep inside, I was rooting for the fall. When I saw the same wish on Iris’ face, I knew she was planning his death and I suddenly wasn't all for it anymore. If my uncle had died at that moment, a lot of things would have happened and it would not
LES’ P.O.V I chugged down a bottle of beer as I watched Iris turn off the lights in her room before going to my uncle's room to sleep. That's when I got up from my seat, walked to a table where a couple of knives lay and gathered them in my hand. My entire body was strung tight with the need to vent and I discovered boxing and throwing knives always helped in situations like this. Walking opposite a knife board, I took my stance and began to throw. After a while, I felt I wasn't alone. “I know you’re there.” I said, flexing my neck muscles while rolling the blade around my hand. “You've gotten soft, billionaire boy.” A deep voice murmured behind me, “Your aim isn’t what it used to be.“Oh yeah?” I smirked, before turning around suddenly and throwing the knife. It shoots through the darkness like a rocket and hits home with a sound. The room comes alive with light as the man flicks the switch. His face is what I see first. Carved to perfection except for the bullet wound scar ma
IRIS’ P.O.V I closed my eyes as the wind permeated my hair and whipped it around. The sound of seagulls and waves rolling onto shore, was like a lullaby to my ears. God, I miss home. I miss my feet in the sand. I miss running into the ocean with my surfboard, and spending hours riding the waves. I miss my life at the port. Once every month, Massimo allowed a three hour visit to my family under the supervision of his men. Thankfully, the man that drove me today was the same man that drove me the night I had my one-night stand with Les and was also the man who watched Massimo beat me a few days ago. The moment we arrived, he had informed me to be back by the stipulated time and not to make him find me. Elated and glad that there'd be no man overshadowing my family time, I had given him a soft peck on the cheek before rushing out of the car to wait for my father at the shoreline. “Pumpkin?” I turned around to see a man dressed in overalls, standing a few inches shorter than me, hav
IRIS’ POVI was a big emotional mess on my way home, sniffling and wiping my tears, while looking out the window. The man who drove me looked at me through the rearview mirror before putting his eyes back on the road.“You okay, Signorina?“Yes, Roberto,” I sigh and sniffle, wiping my nose. “I’m fine.”“You don't seem fine to me.”A humorless laugh escaped me, then I confessed to him. “My Father is terminally ill and he has to have surgery in a few weeks and we don't have the money.” Before he could reply, I added, “...and don't tell me to ask Massimo for money. I don't want to dig a deeper hole for myself.”“I wasn't going to say that,”he said, "I was only going to tell you how sorry I am for what you are going through. I have a daughter your age and I wouldn't wish for her to be in your position right now. This is why I work, so my daughter will not have to go through hardship.”A small bitter smile graces my lips. “You're a good man, Roberto, thank you for everything.”“Just keepin
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