She wasn't supposed to be mine. She had her man wrapped around her arms the night I stormed into her world. But she owed the family a hefty debt; one that she couldn't pay because she didn't have the money. I should have ended her life for it—that was how it usually went. No one owed the family and lived to tell the tale. They’d end you once your time was up and you couldn't deliver. And the man they always sent out for the job? Me. I had no business collecting nothing more than their debt; in blood or in cash. That's why I definitely had no business offering her a way out but in exchange for her body and the world that laid between her thighs. One look at her and I wanted her. I craved her. One taste of her was all it took. I became obsessed. But I had to let her go after our deal had ended. She was never meant to be mine. She didn't belong in my world and she had no business stepping into it. But she did. She stumbled in and crashed everything in her path, including my restraint. My need to possess her nearly drove me insane. I should have pushed her away. I was only a tool in the hands of my master. The odds were highly against us. And I would only bring her pain. But it was too late now. I had a taste of her again and I was lost… completely. She was mine and I was keeping her. And if I had to burn the whole damn world just for her, then I would fucking gladly set it ablaze.
View More❦•: ZARA :•❦ Alan stirred with a groan as I watched him slowly blink awake. His face contoured with the pained expression etched onto it. He grunted, eyelids fluttered open and then his blue gaze locked with mine. I’m seated at the edge of the bed, by his feet. My hands clasped. My index fingers and thumbs twirled as my nerves threatened to boil me. But I tried to keep my composure as I watched my boyfriend struggle awake. The collector had hit him pretty hard. It was a miracle he didn’t break a bone or something but the pain as he struggled to get up had me rushing up to his side. “Alan… how are you feeling?” I asked, my voice soft and laced with concern. I pushed up a pillow behind him to help him sit upright on the bed. Alan groaned again and one of his arms wrapped around his midriff while the other soothes his temple. He swiped his tongue over the seam of his lips, “Like shit,” he croaked out and I hurriedly fetched the water that I’d kept on the bed stand. Alan gob
༒ SERGEI ༒ The minute that fucker hit her something in me snapped and like a wild beast, it unleashed a fury I’ve never known nor felt before. I forgot my own personal vendetta against him for having dared to attack me with a baseball bat and I pounced, lurching at the son of a bitch with a vengeance that coursed through my bloodstream like wild, liquid fire. His body was sent reeling and he met the wall before his body dropped to the floor. Killing a man with my fist wasn’t new to me so I wouldn’t even be surprised if he actually dropped dead. Nobody fucking touched what was mine. It was the first time in my life ever claiming a woman as mine. I’ve had several encounters with a few, and none of them had ever stirred this feeling wounding up in my chest before. But getting involved with one was just as dangerous as it was forbidden in my world and worse, one that was meant to be a target. Yet merely meeting her had triggered something dark and primal inside of me. Somet
❦•: ZARA :•❦ His eyes were the colour of a storm cloud. A very dark and angry storm cloud. They were the most beautiful shade of dark grey I’d ever seen. Dark and piercing, like they could see through your soul. The subtle glow caught in his eyes gave depth to those beautiful charcoal grey, stealing every single breath from deep within my lungs. I couldn’t breathe. Yet, I couldn’t look away. I had never been enchanted by a man in my entire life. I’d never felt this attracted to anyone. Even my boyfriend, Alan didn’t have this much effect on me when we first met. But I was drawn to his gaze… to him, like a moth to a flame. Or a deer in headlight. He was beautiful in a dark, edgy way. But it wasn’t that alone that set my heart racing. It was his face. It was painted with black and white paint that's smeared, and mixed with something red and dried. I didn't have to think too much on it because I already knew what that red stuff was. Blood. Dried blood stuck to the messy sku
❦•: ZARA :•❦ They said the time for the devil to come for you is at the witching hour. I've been on edge since the clock started to tick on my head. After all, I'd gotten indebted to the Morozov Russian family. The largest, strongest and deadliest Mafia Empire in all of Chicago. How a waitress for a fancy restaurant managed to get herself in deep debt with them is a story some might find ridiculous. But I did it for love. And now that debt had caught up to me. My skin sizzled as I felt it. A presence in my room. My time was up but at least I hoped I'd get at least till the end of today before he came. I guess not. My time was up. My heart skidded in my chest as I opened my eyes and stared into darkness. No, I'm not talking about the dark state of my room partly lit up by the moonlight. I meant the real darkness. He was here and he was sitting across from me. The small wooden chair at the corner by the window made creaking sounds under the weight of his body. I s
༒ SERGEI ༒ The sound of a man begging for his life is both exquisite and annoying. I stared down blankly at Frank, or so his name was, begging pathetically for his worthless life, like the annoying piece of shit he is. I don't even know why they try. There was no other way out for them. For men like Frank. All they had to do was pay up their debt and by doing so, they made my job less annoying with their bloody pleas. Frank owed the family a debt, one so heavy I could feel the weight on his shoulders. But he had no family to pull down with him—lucky for them, bad for him. Frank was a filth and I wanted nothing more than to end his miserable life. His pleas made my ears fucking bleed. It's always the same with men like them. They took loans bigger than their balls and gambled it all down till there's nothing but their shriveling flesh left to offer, when the time came to pay up. Then they begin to beg, cry, whine for their pathetic lives. It's always so fucking ugly that I
༒ SERGEI ༒ The sound of a man begging for his life is both exquisite and annoying. I stared down blankly at Frank, or so his name was, begging pathetically for his worthless life, like the annoying piece of shit he is. I don't even know why they try. There was no other way out for them. For men like Frank. All they had to do was pay up their debt and by doing so, they made my job less annoying with their bloody pleas. Frank owed the family a debt, one so heavy I could feel the weight on his shoulders. But he had no family to pull down with him—lucky for them, bad for him. Frank was a filth and I wanted nothing more than to end his miserable life. His pleas made my ears fucking bleed. It's always the same with men like them. They took loans bigger than their balls and gambled it all down till there's nothing but their shriveling flesh left to offer, when the time came to pay up. Then they begin to beg, cry, whine for their pathetic lives. It's always so fucking ugly that I...
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