OWENWas she deliberately pissing me off or did she just really want to get down with Trevor?Trevor turned to me, his eyes dark with want as he questioned, "Is it okay with you, boss?"I searched for her reaction, my lips almost curving into a smile when I saw that she looked a bit pissed at the fact that Trevor had to ask for my permission."You have darker tastes that none of the women here can handle. In your words." I reminded him, but he was adamant.He smirked devilishly, "Yes, but I think she can. She looks like a feisty little thing."He looked back at her but the little minx's eyes were on mine, like she wanted to ask me what I meant by 'darker tastes'.With her eyes looking up to me like that and those blood red stained lips parted slightly, I wanted to get her off that floor and order her to be with me instead of him for the night but I managed to stop myself, moving back further against the chair."Can you handle him, Rivera?"Just like that, she was back to having an att
MAE Owen pushed me aside with a force that had me almost tumbling to the ground and he barged into the room I had just come out of. I was still shaking uncontrollably. Trevor did not have dark tastes. He had devilish, animalistic tastes. He let me know that he did not want sex with me. Trevor pushed me to the bed and instead of taking off my clothes to fuck me or foreplay of something.. he took off his belt at once and began to hit me all over, not caring where he hit. He took out his dick as I screamed, rubbing it whilst growling like a dog. I tried to escape him at first but he held me down with both knees on either side of my body and rubbed his dick above my face. Eventually, he threw the belt to the side and wrapped his hand around my throat, suffocating me. I thought I would die. He would stop at times, but only to hit me across the face and call me a whore. He went back to hitting me with the belt after some time. He punched me in the stomach and chest, call
OWEN"You let her live." I looked up at Marco, but turned away, saying nothing. He scoffed."Respectfully, boss… what is up with you lately? You always act quick, always rash with your decisions even if I later find out that it was just for the best. But now… Now, it seems like you are too laid back. I'm sure she already believes you are too weak to handle her—""Leave me to worry about that, then. Marco, actually," I looked up at him, my expression hardened, "from now onwards, never interfere with my decisions again. I chose to keep her alive because Trevor assaulted her and she only reacted out of self defense. She did not deliberately want to kill him. I would have done the same with any other woman with us. Only if I did not know about it would I let it slide. Never been a party to any member raping my women, or assaulting them. You sound like you are just fucking finding out."Marco took a deep breath, then after a short pause and some paging about in front of my office door, he
MAE I rushed into Casa Eleganza, after returning from the errand I was sent by Scar. She had asked me to pick up some flowers and deliver them to a partner's office. I did so and well, after that, I had to meet up with Liam. He told me that the guy I had almost killed was very important to Owen for his mafia business and that he was surprised Owen had not killed me because of it. He asked me to be extra careful and watch my back because that was the only way I could survive in there for long. Made me wonder why I was risking my life there, it just seemed like everyday was a step closer to my sure death. But that was not the most shocking thing that Liam had told me. The picture he had given me and tagged the man that had brought my mother to Casa Eleganza was fake. That was the wrong person, and he had left Casa Eleganza for a long time now. The person that brought my mother there was none other than Trevor. Yes, the same man I had almost killed and was sure that would kill me
MAEI was asked to leave the room after a few minutes by some cleaners. They looked indifferent, despite the fact that I had seen them speak to Isis a couple of times. The more I stayed here, the more I realized that everything was a fucking lie. A big fucking lie—nothing was real here.I wandered the hallway, even after being told that I could use one of the spare rooms. All the girls walked past me like they were not aware of anything that had happened, but I knew that they knew. Everyone around here knew probably knew what happened, and since I had no other friend apart from Isis, I already knew I was not getting any comforting. The incident just further showed me how much of a monster Owen Powers was. I had not only confirmed that he was in the mafia, I had also confirmed that he was the heartless person Liam spoke of.The guilt. God, the guilt was eating me alive.I was responsible for Isis's death. Me. I killed Isis because of my stupidity… Oh God…"You will not be performing
OWENShe had been crying for the past hour, her chair facing mine as we sat across each other. I watched her keenly whilst leaning back against my seat because hell, even if it made me slightly annoyed seeing her like this, I was still fucking pissed with her.She tried to convince me that she needed privacy a couple of times, but I did not allow that, of course. Finally, she got tired of asking me for privacy and settled down across me, crying her eyes out… I did not know whether those tears were for her late friend or Trevor. Whoever it was, I did not give a fuck.I just needed her to be done with her tears so I could ask the questions I needed to.After what seemed like forever, her sobbing subsided and she just had her head lowered, sniffing from time to time. I checked my watch, realizing I had only thirty minutes to spare at that moment."You will have to answer some questions. Lift your head, I want to see your face as I speak to you." I demanded, and she did not do it immedia
MAEHe let me live. Because of dad's debt. I stayed awake that night in the guest room, unable to shut my eyes without images of Isis flashing in my head. I knew that the minute I laid my hands on my painting equipments, I was definitely going to paint a lot more darkness than the last few days.Probably more than I had even ever painted before.I cried a bit more that night and didn’t fall asleep at all. The next morning, I walked to the mirror and hated the way I looked. I did not even know where my phone was, and even with the way I was not in the right frame of mind, I still had to perform tonight.Would it just better for him to end my life already?I managed to walk into the washroom and take a full shower before throwing the T-shirt I had been wearing back on. I was not wearing anything underneath, but sometime last night I had been told that my room was cleaned already so I just headed there, as it was a few steps away.I got there in no time and scratched my head while I was
MAE"You really do not look okay. Are you sure you can still work?" Eli asked me, smacking his lips after applying lipgloss."I have to." I simply replied, going across the room to pick up more stuff. I was really tired—both mentally and emotionally, but I knew I would just be calling more punishment to myself if I simply laid down here."How? Scar is really nice. I mean, everyone here is. I do not feel like anyone here is being forced to do anything. I like the fact that everything is so transparent, even." He went on, and I almost scoffed out loud.He sounded like an excited little kid. He had not the slightest idea of what was actually going on, and though it was dangerous for him, it was a little cute. Better to be oblivious than be traumatized like I was.I got ready quicker, then hurried off to the stage. I did not shut my eyes throughout my performance, because every single time I did, I saw her. I had my eyes wide open as I danced, willing the images to go away.The moment I s
MAEThe nightmares didn’t stop. It didn’t matter how many sleeping pills I took or how exhausted I was by the end of the day. Every time I closed my eyes, I was back in that bathroom, staring at Carter’s girlfriend, lifeless and broken on the tile floor. Sometimes, in the dreams, it wasn’t her—it was me, sprawled out, blood pooling beneath me. I’d wake up gasping, drenched in sweat, feeling like I’d never truly left that room. I thought the incident had not affected me that much—turned out I was so wrong.I started avoiding everyone. The girls at Casa Eleganza whispered behind my back, but I didn’t have the energy to care. They always gossiped about something—this time, it was me. I overheard snippets: "She's losing it," "She looks like a ghost," and the ever-popular, "She's gonna get herself kicked out if she keeps this up."Scar was the only one who dared to say it to my face. "Mae, you need to pull yourself together. You're going to get yourself kicked out." She told me one afterno
MAEThroughout the car ride, Owen's hand stayed on my thigh and as a result, I could not really move properly. I hardly knew why, but I wished it was because he was a monster and I felt like he was dirtying me up with his bloodied hands. Only, it was far from that. I just did not want to come to terms with what it was, exactly.As for talking, we barely said a word to each other until the car stopped right in front of a huge ass mansion. No, a castle.Was this the president's house?There was a low gate that opened automatically before he drove into the compound. My jaw was almost on the floor as I realized what was happening. This was really Owen's house. I saw the small smirk on his face as he noticed my awe, and I managed to shut my mouth and get out of the car before I could bring more disgrace to myself.Someone took my purse at the door and greeted us in the warmest way possible. I kept looking around and thankfully, Owen did not comment on it; just led me in and let me continu
OWEN"… finally, I am glad to be standing here with my mayor—Trevor, and I am sure that he would be the best thing to happen to this city." I promised them, sharing a look with Trevor, a practiced smirk on my face. He laughed, patting my shoulder.Trevor stood tall and powerful beside me, and to the crowd, Trevor was a lot bigger than I was. I was simply a billionaire fan who had several companies and made a lot of money.Trevor was the mayor, therefore, he ruled the city. They were so blind, loud and completely wrong. I did not hate it though…After the whole speech and pleasantries, I went back to my seat on the table and cooled off a bit, watching the ceremony go on.I was struggling to enjoy the party. It was not an unusual thing for me not to enjoy a party; the only unusual thing was the fact that I was bothered about not enjoying the party.Strange.I looked around for Mae a number of times, but it looked like she had left the party. Except… that was so unlike Mae. She did not h
MAETrevor had won the elections and so, the party held.Owen sent me a dress, a clutch and a pair of shoes. There was a note which read; 'This shade of green would match your hair and eyes perfectly. Learn some manners before the said time.'Of course, I rolled my eyes at that. I wondered why those women flocked around him when he was such a brute. My subconscious literally laughed out loud at me, because we both knew why they were like that. Man was gorgeous. But still, I felt nothing but rage and pure hatred for him, considering the kind of man he was.Sighing, I stared at the dress Owen sent, a floor-length emerald green piece with a daring slit up the side. The fabric shimmered faintly under the light, making it look far more expensive than anything I’d ever owned. The matching clutch and heels sat beside it, equally as pretty.I hated this man, and being around him was the last thing I wanted, especially right now but staying home wasn’t an option. Not with him. He’d either send
MAEI stole a drink and got myself drunk when I got home. I was off tonight and Eli was out working so I turned on some music and danced around in the room, then watched some movies on my phone.They had left Isis's iPad in here, but I could not bring myself to touch any of her stuff yet, and when Eli asked, I told him they were off limits too.My mind went back to my interaction with Owen. At least he was no longer on my neck about disloyalty and shit. Okay, and why did he ask me out? I finally voiced the most important question in my head.He had tons of other women at his beck and call that he could ask out and he chose to ask me. I could not help but think that it was because he felt guilty and pitied me, yet another part of me did not believe that. A man like Owen did not look like he had even the slightest pinch of pity in him. So, why?My body reacted to him, no doubt—which just meant that I was physically attracted to him—even if it had significantly reduced after the whole th
OWEN"Speak." I ordered as soon as she was inside. She frowned, as if offended by my tone, but knew to say nothing.Her voice was hoarse with strain as she started, "The Castellenos. Carter is working with the Castellenos, hopefully you know who they are."Oh I knew who they were, alright. Fucking bastards. The election was in two days, and we would finally have our winner, after which would be the party for celebration, but they were planning something up their sleeves as usual.Trevor had the upper hand of winning and for now, he was lodged in my house, protected by the largest amount of guards that had ever surrounded my building.Seemed to me like they were about to come up with another plan, and Carter, my head of security knew what it was. Or her?How did she know about the Castellenos in the first place?I looked back at her, worry lines showing up on my forehead, "And how do you know about the Castellenos?"She swallowed, then took out her phone, typing fast. I took a good loo
MAE"The boss traveled. You can request to see him when he returns." One of his guards told me the next day and I was deflated. I did not know what was going on with dad. So I asked if I could speak to him on the phone or something, and that it was very important, but they asked me to pass the message through them.I tried to. I told them Carter was working with a rival mafia group, but they just stared at me like I was crazy and sent me off.I called Liam, and he said he did not know about dad's whereabouts either. Apparently, dad was not dropped off at home last night. Of course, dad’s number was not going through and I did not personally have Owen's number.I had no idea how I got through dancing that night, but I somehow did, and I rushed to the room and continued to ignore Eli.Five nights later, he confirmed my suspicions of being gay by bringing in a man into our room and asking if I would be okay with another person sleeping with us here.I just gave him a nod and slipped on A
MAE"Your father is in the backseat of my car. Tonight, you will either tell me what's going on with you, or he takes a bullet to his head. I'll keep killing everyone you love until you decide if this secret you are keeping from me is really worth losing so much." Owen whispered, just as his big hand released my ass, going up to my hip instead.I pushed his hands off me completely, shock taking over my features. "Wait. What did you just say?""The exact same thing you heard. Get dressed and come with me."I did not have to be told twice. I rushed into the closet and just threw on a shirt like nightgown that stopped just above my knees then some lace panties.I had just stepped out of the closet to meet Owen leaning by the door when he thundered,"Get back inside and wear something else. I did not ask you to come with me so you can strip for your father." I opened my mouth and closed it like a fish, then looked around in search of anything I could just throw on."But it's covered…" I
OWENI was not supposed to be in Casa Eleganza tonight, but then Marco called and told me he was looking for her.Mae Rivera.Apparently, Carter had caught her making a sneaky phone call and before he could get evidence, she ended the call and threatened to lie against him if he tried to expose her. She ran off, too. Not that I fully trusted this Carter of a guy, but this awfully sounded like something that woman can do; especially after all she had been through lately.I could have left Marco to find her and teach her a lesson… or even any of my snipers could do that, but I had a surprise for her, so I could not do that.As I drove, I tried to shake off the nasty feelings I had that kept screaming in my ear about the fact that she had gone through so much. She should have thought of that before crossing me. I do worse to others, I thought. Why was it a bloody big deal with her? I did not have an answer to that, of course.Finally, after what seemed like years, I parked my car in fron