[Sierra’s POV]
The light was low, casting shadows around the room, a suffocating silence settling over everything except for his ragged breathing. His grip tightened, the hunger in his eyes overwhelming.
He worked swiftly, tearing at my clothes with each rip echoing louder in my head than it should have. His hands moved mercilessly, stripping me and positioning me roughly on the bed. Every motion felt like an assault on my dignity, each touch a violation of my sense of self.
As he forced me into position, I wanted to scream, to push him away, but my body betrayed me, frozen under the weight of his control—just another man sent from the club, driven by power rather than connection.
“You signed the deal,” he whispered into my ear, the words laced with venom. “There’s no escaping this. You’re mine for tonight.”
I felt every push and pull, each thrust more invasive than the last. My legs ached, my body tense and trembling.
Tears and an overwhelming mix of pain and confusion filled me as his actions left me bruised and exhausted. I couldn’t cry, not yet. My mind was reeling, struggling to make sense of the cruelty inflicted upon me.
When he finally released, his demeanour was cold, indifferent. He pulled back, adjusting his clothes with a practiced nonchalance. He glanced at me lying there, a flicker of disgust crossing his face.
“You’re really fading lately,” he said, his voice devoid of empathy. “Don’t waste my time next time.”
With a final, contemptuous spat beside me, he left. I lay there, aching, each breath a struggle as the weight of what had happened settled over me like a heavy shroud.
I remained on the bed, my body aching with pain as I laid in the same position he had left me in. The side of the bed was tattered. After a few minutes, I got up, weak and tired, my mind reeling from the decision that led me to accept the offer.
Now, here I am, being used.
Dominic De Santos, the mafia lord who controlled every corner of this underworld, would likely never know my name. But his reach was everywhere, his men treating the club—and those of us in it—as pieces in his game. He’d taken over his father’s legacy with a ruthlessness no one dared to question. And though I was nothing in his eyes, I was trapped under his control all the same.
I had heard there were two De Santos brothers, but the second brother was a secret, with nobody knowing his real identity.
I gently stood, my legs limping, my body aching as I put on my clothes, which the man had ruthlessly ripped off. I cautiously opened the door and left the room.
My eyes locked onto the neon sign, 'Moonlight Club,' as I stepped out of the rain and into the dimly lit alley. The smell of smoke and cheap perfume clung to me like a bad omen.
I took a deep breath, steeling myself for another night of selling my body to strangers.
The rain drenched me. I didn't have my umbrella, but how did it matter? Would it be able to shield me from all this pain?
My life had been one of struggle, crawling through the gutters to build a life out of nothing. After my dad died, life had never been the same. Everything was snatched from us like we were nothing.
My dad's brother came in, claiming all of my dad's property and wealth, leaving us in the gutter to rot. My mother tried several times to plead for his help but was shut down by him. She even stooped so low as to sell her body to him. That monster, even after that, still never yielded or offered any support.
I was forced to put a stop to my studies. At a young age, I knew what the world was truly about. My only world crashed before my eyes, abandoning my dreams, my only hope, and aim to help my mother.
But yet, the same dirt I saw was my only way out.
Used and thrown repeatedly each day, I felt less alive.
I slowly walked down the roadside, my clothes dripping. I felt the eyes leering at me with a gaze, a sly grin on the strangers' faces consuming me. My hands gripped tight onto my clothes, but what was the use? I forgot I was what they saw, a tool only to be used to quench their desires.
My gaze dropped as I walked through the road, taxi cabs honking, hoping for me to hop in. But how I wish; the little money I had with me was for my mom's medicine.
She was diagnosed with cancer. At least the doctor mentioned there was hope she would survive. But it all seemed to be a sham of lies.
Mom had been bedridden for a year now, her illness not deteriorating, only getting worse each and every second. I couldn't bear the thought of losing her. She was the only one I had, the only close friend I had in this world.
All just use and forget. A life they stand to gain from, but when in need or needing their favor, they vanish from sight, nowhere to be seen.
I nodded, continuing to walk.
People ran helter-skelter in the rain while I walked with a lowered gaze, bumping into me like I wasn't even there.
After some minutes, I finally arrived home, gently opening the door to the room...
"Mom, I'm home..." I uttered, my eyes scanning the area as I slowly closed the door.
The floor was damp from the rain droplets. The roof was leaking, and the apartment was quite run-down, half-damaged. It was the cheapest place I could afford, but I wouldn't say it was cheap now, would I?
The owner had been on my neck for a month now. I was overdue on my payment. I had been pleading for more time. I spent most of the money I earned on Mom's medications and treatment, with little left to eat and fix some things around the apartment.
I placed some buckets to prevent further flooding on the floor.
My mom's persistent coughing was enough to provide me with her location. I turned slowly, walking to her room, where she lay on the bed as her cough persisted.
"Y-you-u...here, dear?" she uttered, her words caught through her labored breath.
"Yes, Mom...how are you?" I asked, my heart aching at the sight of her struggling.
"I'm fine, my baby, Mummy is...o—ok," she said between coughs.
I knew she was trying to be strong. She wanted to help, but now it was my time to help her. She had tried so hard to raise me without Dad.
I slowly approached her, bending down as I sat beside her. My hands went for her medicine, and I helped her take a small dose.
After giving her the medicine as she was done taking them, I laid by her side, my grasp gently holding her like a warm hug. I didn't want to lose her.I didn't know when I eventually fell asleep. My eyes fluttered open from the rays of the sun as I shook awake.I slowly stood up, my gaze on my mom, who was still slumbering. The sight seemed to take away the ache in my heart.A knock caught my attention later, and I slowly approached the door. It was the landlord."Good day, Miss Sierra. I can see you've just woken up. I hope I didn't disturb your sleep. It's quite shocking to see you sleeping so peacefully, even though you owe me a lot," he said."I know you're here for the money, Mr. Ambrose, but I promise to get it. Please, can you give us some more days?" I pleaded."And how many more days will I always give you? I mean, this 'few days' doesn't seem to end in your calendar," he uttered as I watched his steps getting closer as he entered the house, giving a swift glance."So many th
Pain shot through me as I felt a frozen ache lingering in each part of my body, unable to catch a proper breath as I lay on the bed. The night brought the echo of another long day filled with the weight of each word and gaze.I managed to sit up, resting my back against the wall as I released a sigh, trying to get a grip on myself. The last client's grasp was still stained on my skin, leaving me to question my existence in this job every day. The painful fact remained that I wasn't able to get any money today since it wasn't payday. I couldn't repeat my actions of drugging and stealing the customer's money like the last time, so what could I possibly do now?My only hope was in begging Nate and seeing if his cruel demeanour could show some mercy. I knew it wouldn't work as easily as I hoped, but the least I could do was try.I gently stood up, climbing each step as I walked into the bathroom, splashing some water on my face. I washed my face, leaving a glance in the mirror after. I no
The car stopped inches away from me, its tires screeching loudly. I fell backward, hitting my head and hands on the ground. Blood trickled down my forehead.I tried to sit up, but everything spun around me. "Was this it? Am I going to die here? Mom... I'm sorry," I whispered silently, watching a man step out of the car and approach me. My eyes gave way, and everything went blank.""Get me the doctor," a voice called urgently. "She's bleeding profusely. We have to stop the bleeding now." Other voices followed, accompanied by various sounds.I had no idea where I was. My eyes could only catch a glimpse of the bright light that gleamed through as they slowly shut again, and everything turned blank once more.Everything fell silent for a while as all I could see was darkness, which was slowly subsiding to a slight gleam of light. I gently opened my eyes, scanning the area and realizing I was in a hospital. My entire body ached, followed by a shooting pain in my head. The memories of the
The late night found me sitting on a chair as my mom's funeral was being conducted, with some people I had no idea who they were, walking in and offering their fake condolences. People who didn't show up when my mom and I needed them the most were now showing off some care at her burial. I felt like ripping each and every limb of theirs, piece by piece."So sad she had to go quite soon," a voice came through, as my eyes landed on Clarence, my so-called uncle who had snatched all my family's property from our grasp and rendered me and my mom homeless and on the street to suffer.If he hadn't done that, maybe my mom would be here with me today."What are you doing here?" I questioned, standing up, my eyes darkening with fury."Chill, my precious niece. She is family, and of course, I am here to pay my absolute respect," he said with a smirk."We don't need it. Please leave now," I said, my hands halting at the door path.I watched him chuckle slightly, his presence only leaving an erupt
I found myself crumbling to the ground as I tried managing a seat. How could this be? His mysterious second brother, but I had heard from all that he was a cruel being, more cruel than his brother Dominic De Santos. But if the rumors stood to be true, I couldn't deny the fact that I am alive right now, all because he had rushed me to the hospital.So, how can such be labeled cruel, and his act also? Those caring eyes, even though I knew that his attitude displayed here today was different, I couldn't help but find a slight care in those eyes.Was I seeing it this way because I had never received such care from anybody before? Nevertheless, one thing also stood out.I wanted revenge on Dominic De Santos, and now his brother was here. Wouldn't that just put my life in more danger? Should I really be pulling this deal?My mind flickered through different thoughts, echoing deep as I found myself lost in a void. On one path stood my revenge, and on the other stood a dangerous path which I
My legs slowly retreated back as theirs grew closer. The dagger they grasped was raised up, pointed for an attack.I turned, picking up speed as my legs lashed through the way. "Help...! Please help!" I yelled, hoping someone, just anybody, would come to my aid and save me.The alley was dark and deserted—nobody was there. I was left replied by my echoing words as I wandered through the alley, running. My eyes darted back as I witnessed them getting closer by the second."Catch her, don't let her escape..." they uttered to each other.My eyes became blurry with tears streaming down as my entire body was consumed by fear."Am I going to die? But why? Why are they after me? What could this possibly be..."I wondered, and then it hit me: 'The Club.'Could this be their doing? I never expected to be hunted down so quickly. I thought I still had time, a little time to get things done, plan an escape, and lay low for just a while. But it seemed my own hope was left shattered and thrown right
The faint clash of metal echoed in my ears as a sharp beam of light pierced through my eyes, forcing them to spring open.I found myself lying on the street, my body half-stained with my own blood and injuries.Another clash of metal caught my attention as my eyes focused on the coins tossed at a rubber container near me by each person passing by. It was the morning hour.A reminder of what took place last night; I managed a half-crawl and leaned against the wall, releasing a sigh. I tried to catch a proper breath as I could still feel the pain coursing through my body, which was still reeling from the trauma."That monster! I—I will make him pay; he will pay for all he has done to me and my family. He dared to hit me last night... damn him!" I yelled, my throat catching in my words as I found myself coughing uncontrollably. Some of the people passing by gazed at me, their eyes flickering with pity and disgust. I was laying here on the street, my clothes half-torn, my entire body cove
[Adrian's POV]"Please, just please let me go! I have a family, kids... I promise I won't try this again, boss..." he pleaded, his voice trembling with fear.I gazed at him, his pitiful and pathetic appearance eliciting a slight chuckle from me. I bent down, my eyes fixed on his chained form lying on the ground as he sobbed uncontrollably."Why?" I questioned, my voice cold and calculating."What?" he stuttered, his face pale with terror."Why did you have to take it this far? I thought you were trustworthy, or was it just my misjudgment? Lies are told; I understand. Betrayals are made; that I understand also. But do you know why I'm angry? It's not that you wanted to sell me out to some enemies or that you were spying on me..." I whispered, approaching a nearby table and picking up a sledgehammer."What do you mean? All this isn't because of that?" he uttered, his face growing even paler."No... What really got me angry is the fact that you did it out of fear, or no, maybe the fact t