I hate it when Irena gets drunk. When she finds comfort and happiness in the indulgence of liquor. With my seat tucked in the shadowy corner of the poker room, my glass of whiskey was my only company. But as the liquid amber danced like fire in the dim light, my thoughts were far from content. The mere mention of Irena's wild drinking habits was enough to make my blood boil. It was a stab in my heart when I would come home to see her slurring her words and stumbling about. Each whiff of alcohol reminded me of my own painful past, a shadow that followed me with each wobbling step she took. I had tried to discuss it with her, but it felt as if my words were just another matchstick in the never-ending rift that sat between us, letting it grow until the flames erupted into an eruption of hot-headedness. It wasn't just the physical toll her drinking took on her, but the emotional toll it took on me. Her drinking reminds me of my mother, the very same woman who had neglected me when I was
The group collectively turned to face me, their countenances now riddled with fear. “What?” I question. “Y-you just killed a man in cold blood.” He states fearfully. I place the gun on the table, adjusting myself on the seat. "Just a friendly reminder," I spoke softly, my tone laced with venom, "to watch your words when it comes to my wife." I chuckle to myself, tracing the rim of my glass with the tip of my finger. “We are ruthless and we do get whatever we want.” As Roy's words triggered a realisation in their minds, Don succumbed to the nausea and vomited violently, staining the floor with chunks of his dinner. Abel winced, while Irena stood by the door, crinkling her nose in disgust. "Jesus fucking christ" I muttered under my breath. Kai tried to speak, but his words came out as incoherent gibberish. "Don't bother, Kai," I interrupted, taking a sip of the fiery liquor that scorched my throat. "I won't kill you. Not unless you give me a reason to." Don wiped his mouth,
Laughter filled the room.As I set the fruit-filled tray down on the table, the smell of tobacco fills my nose. "The corruption among the police force is a good thing," declares one of Viktor's friends, whose rotund frame sits heavily in a chair. He exhales a cloud of smoke, sending himself into a fit of coughing that causes me to wince. "I know what you mean," agrees the man beside me, whose hair has strands of white among the copper. His eyes drop towards my chest as I pick up the empty tray from the table. "Those bastards are so desperate they'd do anything for a bribe."As I prepare to leave, I try to ignore his lecherous stare. However, his question stops me in my tracks. "Where did you get her, Viktor?" He gestures towards me. Viktor's stare changes from intense to wicked as he responds, "She's from the Nowak family. They paid a good fortune for me to marry her." My stomach twists in disgust.Every year, Vicktor grows increasingly aggressive towards me. His unwelcome advances ha
The sun is a fading disk in a violet sky, casting splinters of neon blue and orange over the tweed France sky.Tatiana appears beside me as my luggage is standing beside her. "Thank you Tatiana."She smiles softly, handing over the black luggage to me. I took it from her grasp and sighed."Irena." Tatiana calls out, I lift my gaze meeting her tender gaze. She reaches out to me but stops realising that I don't like being touched. She quickly lowers her hands and crimson creeps up into her cheeks. "Call me when you need anything. Anything at all." She announces. "You're too kind." I declare and she shakes her head. "Don't even worry about it. We family know. We have to take care of each other."After my talk with Tatiana earlier on today, 3 hours later Abel came back. He didn't look like his friendly self. He has his poker face on and would glare at me occasionally but made sure Tatiana didn't notice. He informed me that Saint is back and I should get ready to leave.I sensed something
14 hours earlier A twisted apprehension sinks to my marrow and pits out of my bones.Staring down at the naked bum whimpering on the concrete floor. "The fuck are you crying for?" I question with annoyance. He trembles sniffing back the snot drooling out of his nostrils. "I-I didn't do it." He cries to himself pulling his legs up to his chest. "P-p-pleaseeee."Of course, he did. I do not torture people for fun...I torture them for the fucking pleasure.Crouching down to his level I loosen the tie around my neck. Cracking my tense neck then satisfied when I hear the popping sounds of my bones.Christ, I love the sound of breaking bones and soon, I will hear them."Didn't do what Angelo?" I question. He lifts his eyes, his haunted gaze meeting mine as I watch the fear swimming in his green pools. I push back the urge to sink my thumbs into his eye sockets. I have to be patient. "I didn't double cross you, Saint. I promise and devote my loya-"I cut him off by slamming his head hard on
"Angelo was not working alone." Abel declares, jamming his hands in his pockets. Prince walks out of the warehouse as he pulls out a cigarette from his pack, sliding the pack back into his jacket then lights it up, he inhales the red cherry blaring bright then pulls the cigarette from his mouth as he puffs out the smoke. He stops right in front of us, his eyes scanning my body. "What?" I snapped at him. "The blood ruined your suit. There is no need to wash it, you should throw that shit away instead." He suggested, gesturing to my clothes covered in Angelo's blood that is now soaked into the fabric and has dried up. I stared down at myself and shrugged before turning my attention back to my brother. "Why do you say that?" I questioned, my gaze narrowed in suspicion. "We know he's jumped right but people on the street are saying that Angelo was not the only one who has been offered to turn on you. Apparently other of our high class workers have been approached. Nico, Chris, Marcello, Z
My heart pounds against my chest when he prowls towards me.There's tension in my shoulders like thunderclouds swollen with rain.How does he know?What else does he know?Is he going to kill me?Of course he's going to kill you! The little voice at the back of my head yells."Answer the question Irena." He growls, with each step he takes my soul is being pulled out of my body. I couldn't find the voice even if I were to speak. I was frozen. Shocked. Terrified.This man is crazy and he finds out my darkest secret too easily. I'm nowhere safe around him. He stops right in-front of me, his tall body hovering over mine. I cringe at the smell of blood and death. A scent he carries with pride.Lifting my gaze to his, I instantly regret as I see the anger swimming in his magical pools of gold and emerald. It was beautiful, dangerous and terrifying as I stared into those eyes. Lost in the soul of a demon.If t
The warm water gracefully hugs my body whilst soaking in it, easing the tensed muscles as the steam floats in the air. A thin layer of sweat prickled out of the pores on my forehead, my curly hair damped, sticking to my skin allowing the gentle tears to caress down my cheek. The smell of vanilla and honey lingers in the air urshing me comfort to the distress emotion that is consuming me from the inside out. I've been in that bath for a while now. Lost in thought. Confused, collected, and confronted by Saint. I have allowed myself to show a glimpse of my dark side, show him and share the dark secrets I have promised myself to take to my grave. Not knowing that one day a terrifying man will somehow and somewhat relate to me. What scared me was that he took one good look at me and read me like his favourite book. Word to word, specifying what I have been through, What I have hidden from the world. I don't know how to feel about this. Happy. Ackno
I can still feel his touch. His breath tickled my skin. His erection pressed against my ass. His words leave hot trails of desire on my flesh. I can feel everything.After what he said in the kitchen I immediately dashed upstairs. It was cowardly of me but I don't trust myself around him. Not anymore.The hatred is still there but it's in war with the lust toward him that keeps growing hungrier and more dangerous every day. A lioness stalking its prey.I don't know how to act, talk or think when I'm around him. Everything is hot and spinning, my body is frozen and my mind is blank.Which is why I will take my cowardliness and use it as a distraction. That two hours later led me to the mall, shopping with Tatiana as three of her bodyguards and two of mine trailed behind us like shadows."Ugh, I'm so happy you called!" Tatiana beamed as we passed people in the busy mall. "Me too. I need a distraction and to get out of the suffocating house
I wake up to the smell of bacon and eggs. Fluttering my eyes open, the newborn light instantly blinds me. Groaning in frustration I shut them tight—reopened them and forced myself out of bed. Pushing my hair out of my face I crack my neck, satisfied when I hear the popping sound of my bones. I make my way to the bathroom and quickly brush my teeth then splash my face with cold water to wake me fully. Once I'm done doing my business in the bathroom I head downstairs and head straight to the kitchen. I pause in my tracks when I see Irena's back facing me. Her thick curls bounce around as she slightly moves her body to her humming tunes. She's wearing a black lace dress that reaches just above her big ass. Her light brown-toned legs moved back and forth in harmony. Irena turns around and shrieks when she notices me. "Pierdolic!" she yells in polish. I raise a brow, folding my arms in amusement. "Bonjour petite biche." I reply in French and she sc
The warm water gracefully hugs my body whilst soaking in it, easing the tensed muscles as the steam floats in the air. A thin layer of sweat prickled out of the pores on my forehead, my curly hair damped, sticking to my skin allowing the gentle tears to caress down my cheek. The smell of vanilla and honey lingers in the air urshing me comfort to the distress emotion that is consuming me from the inside out. I've been in that bath for a while now. Lost in thought. Confused, collected, and confronted by Saint. I have allowed myself to show a glimpse of my dark side, show him and share the dark secrets I have promised myself to take to my grave. Not knowing that one day a terrifying man will somehow and somewhat relate to me. What scared me was that he took one good look at me and read me like his favourite book. Word to word, specifying what I have been through, What I have hidden from the world. I don't know how to feel about this. Happy. Ackno
My heart pounds against my chest when he prowls towards me.There's tension in my shoulders like thunderclouds swollen with rain.How does he know?What else does he know?Is he going to kill me?Of course he's going to kill you! The little voice at the back of my head yells."Answer the question Irena." He growls, with each step he takes my soul is being pulled out of my body. I couldn't find the voice even if I were to speak. I was frozen. Shocked. Terrified.This man is crazy and he finds out my darkest secret too easily. I'm nowhere safe around him. He stops right in-front of me, his tall body hovering over mine. I cringe at the smell of blood and death. A scent he carries with pride.Lifting my gaze to his, I instantly regret as I see the anger swimming in his magical pools of gold and emerald. It was beautiful, dangerous and terrifying as I stared into those eyes. Lost in the soul of a demon.If t
"Angelo was not working alone." Abel declares, jamming his hands in his pockets. Prince walks out of the warehouse as he pulls out a cigarette from his pack, sliding the pack back into his jacket then lights it up, he inhales the red cherry blaring bright then pulls the cigarette from his mouth as he puffs out the smoke. He stops right in front of us, his eyes scanning my body. "What?" I snapped at him. "The blood ruined your suit. There is no need to wash it, you should throw that shit away instead." He suggested, gesturing to my clothes covered in Angelo's blood that is now soaked into the fabric and has dried up. I stared down at myself and shrugged before turning my attention back to my brother. "Why do you say that?" I questioned, my gaze narrowed in suspicion. "We know he's jumped right but people on the street are saying that Angelo was not the only one who has been offered to turn on you. Apparently other of our high class workers have been approached. Nico, Chris, Marcello, Z
14 hours earlier A twisted apprehension sinks to my marrow and pits out of my bones.Staring down at the naked bum whimpering on the concrete floor. "The fuck are you crying for?" I question with annoyance. He trembles sniffing back the snot drooling out of his nostrils. "I-I didn't do it." He cries to himself pulling his legs up to his chest. "P-p-pleaseeee."Of course, he did. I do not torture people for fun...I torture them for the fucking pleasure.Crouching down to his level I loosen the tie around my neck. Cracking my tense neck then satisfied when I hear the popping sounds of my bones.Christ, I love the sound of breaking bones and soon, I will hear them."Didn't do what Angelo?" I question. He lifts his eyes, his haunted gaze meeting mine as I watch the fear swimming in his green pools. I push back the urge to sink my thumbs into his eye sockets. I have to be patient. "I didn't double cross you, Saint. I promise and devote my loya-"I cut him off by slamming his head hard on
The sun is a fading disk in a violet sky, casting splinters of neon blue and orange over the tweed France sky.Tatiana appears beside me as my luggage is standing beside her. "Thank you Tatiana."She smiles softly, handing over the black luggage to me. I took it from her grasp and sighed."Irena." Tatiana calls out, I lift my gaze meeting her tender gaze. She reaches out to me but stops realising that I don't like being touched. She quickly lowers her hands and crimson creeps up into her cheeks. "Call me when you need anything. Anything at all." She announces. "You're too kind." I declare and she shakes her head. "Don't even worry about it. We family know. We have to take care of each other."After my talk with Tatiana earlier on today, 3 hours later Abel came back. He didn't look like his friendly self. He has his poker face on and would glare at me occasionally but made sure Tatiana didn't notice. He informed me that Saint is back and I should get ready to leave.I sensed something
Laughter filled the room.As I set the fruit-filled tray down on the table, the smell of tobacco fills my nose. "The corruption among the police force is a good thing," declares one of Viktor's friends, whose rotund frame sits heavily in a chair. He exhales a cloud of smoke, sending himself into a fit of coughing that causes me to wince. "I know what you mean," agrees the man beside me, whose hair has strands of white among the copper. His eyes drop towards my chest as I pick up the empty tray from the table. "Those bastards are so desperate they'd do anything for a bribe."As I prepare to leave, I try to ignore his lecherous stare. However, his question stops me in my tracks. "Where did you get her, Viktor?" He gestures towards me. Viktor's stare changes from intense to wicked as he responds, "She's from the Nowak family. They paid a good fortune for me to marry her." My stomach twists in disgust.Every year, Vicktor grows increasingly aggressive towards me. His unwelcome advances ha
The group collectively turned to face me, their countenances now riddled with fear. “What?” I question. “Y-you just killed a man in cold blood.” He states fearfully. I place the gun on the table, adjusting myself on the seat. "Just a friendly reminder," I spoke softly, my tone laced with venom, "to watch your words when it comes to my wife." I chuckle to myself, tracing the rim of my glass with the tip of my finger. “We are ruthless and we do get whatever we want.” As Roy's words triggered a realisation in their minds, Don succumbed to the nausea and vomited violently, staining the floor with chunks of his dinner. Abel winced, while Irena stood by the door, crinkling her nose in disgust. "Jesus fucking christ" I muttered under my breath. Kai tried to speak, but his words came out as incoherent gibberish. "Don't bother, Kai," I interrupted, taking a sip of the fiery liquor that scorched my throat. "I won't kill you. Not unless you give me a reason to." Don wiped his mouth,