Alicia’s POV Two days later:Tonight was the night.10:47 pm. My room was dark but I could still spot the letters on the alarm clock, glowing distinctly.I sat up in the bed, checking my phone every couple of seconds as though that would make a difference. I had to be patient. Because tonight, Daya would escape police custody. Matt had been of more help than I had previously anticipated and he had sent one of his ‘good friends’ skilled at evading law enforcement to pick Daya up.While I wished I could be there myself to see it going on, I knew it would be next to impossible. Mikael, for one, would notice that I had left the house.The sound of footsteps drawing close to my door alerted me. Damn it. I was supposed to be asleep! Feigning a stomach ache in order to leave the dinner table early had its drawbacks.Swiftly I pulled the covers up, hiding my phone underneath the blanket and laid down, turning my head to the side and closing my eyes.The door opened, and multiple footsteps fo
Mikael’s POVMy hands clenched and unclenched, while my mind struggled to make sense of the report that the police commissioner gave me mere seconds ago. My blood was effectively boiling.How could this have happened right under our noses? For the girl, the only connection we had at this crucial time to my bastard half-brother, to escape like that… I couldn’t fatho it for the life of me.Madden turned to Alicia, his signature cool and collected veneer on full display as he replied, “This is not the time to discuss such things. You should focus on your breakfast love.”Endearment aside I thought he had the right idea. We shouldn’t talk about this when the children were around, no matter how urgent it seemed to be.“And the party,” Ashford piped up in the wake of Madden’s words which made his mother whip her head around to stare at him unblinkingly“What party exactly?” Alicia sounded confused, tired and— was that relief I heard in her voice?“Our birthday party!” Dante too the opportun
Alicia’s POVThe party hadn’t occurred yet and it already gave me a headache. My scowl prominent, I listened to the chef and event planner - Duran, what an odd surname, I thought absently - as they discussed the event.“Whatever you have to decide, so it with their fathers," I stated when I could get a word in. I wanted nothing to do with this or them or this farce of a damn party that was forced on me.The pair glanced at each other wide-eyed and I didn’t wait for a response, instead storming off to my room for some much needed alone time. Slamming the door shut down othbeicj force that the walls shook, I let out an agonized yell.“I hate them both,” I hissed through my teeth. Why did it feel like the entire world was against me? I sat in the edge of the bed recalling Andy’s discussion with me earlier.2 hours ago:I was furious, seeing red. Hardly able to contain myself.“Alis, wait,” Andy called, her footsteps fast paced. I whirled about to face her.“You TOLD them about the boys’
Acker’s POV“Make sure it is done. No excuses this time. And use another supplier if this one doesn’t make things according to our requirements,” I cut off one of my executives before he could go on another rant during our call. I was already fed up and late for a very important engagement - picking up my sons from the house to attend their birthday party.Unbuttoning my shirt with one hand while I walked into my home office to grab the box I had left there wrapped and ready for tonight, I noticed Javier was seated on the armchair close to my desk, and giving me a serious look.I ended the call and sighed heavily. I hated handling business sometimes. It was easy work in theory but human beings and bureaucracy could make every little thing difficult.“You clearly haven’t gone for a shower yet,” Javier helpfully pointed out, tutting in a manner that was exasperated. “You still have paint on your face.”My jaw ticked.“I’m well aware of that, Javier. Thanks for pointing out the obvious.”
Alicia’s POV“She is right here.”I replied loudly to the man that was speaking to someone whom I neither knew nor cared to know, making my presence known at the party entrance. As if by a spell all eyes turned to me, and I took advantage of the spotlight. I knew exactly how I looked.I had taken my time all weekend to clean up my looks to make sure I wouldn’t appear too shabby as Ash’s and Dante’s mother. I was practically the most desired woman to be in terms of position, having the children of two of the most powerful Dons in the world.And I was going to enjoy it.The spotlight wasn’t usually what I searched for but I reveled in it now, a dark glee in my heart as Mikael and Acker’s eyes were like flames burning my skin.The glittering red gown I had chosen was fired to my body, held up only by spaghetti straps with pearls as an accent. My hair was up in a stylish updo and showed off my neck and décolletage, which spotted a lovely necklace I picked for myself with care.In all, I h
Alicia’s POV“Holy shiiiiit,” I hissed with pleasure, my eyes rolled back.My legs parted wider as Mik’s slick, thick manhood thrust in and out of me in a beautiful deep rhythm.It HAD been a long time; no one could blame me.I lost myself in another series of moans, feeling hands all over my body.“Be careful,” Acker warned, and I wasn’t sure who he was warning in my sex-addled brain until I realized Mik was chuckling as he moved his hips to mine.“You don’t want me to break her in for you, Madden? Don’t worry, I’m sure she’ll be the same by the time you’re up.”I heard something that sounded like a curse come from Acker but I didn’t care. Despite both men bickering, they were incredibly focused on one thing and one thing only: me.I had long lost track of where I was. We had moved from room to room like honey teenagers and now, I was in a chair, or a desk, or wherever.All I knew was that my hands and hair were held back by Acker as I took Mik’s cock like a good girl.Hands fondled
Alicia's POV “Let me out!” I screamed at the door, tears coursing down my cheeks. “Please…” I fell to the ground, all hope of leaving this prison slipping away like sand through my fingers. A whimper left my lips at the idea of never leaving here, never seeing the sun again, or my dingy apartment...How did things come down to this? I curled up into a fetal position thinking about the series of strange, surreal events that had overturned my life this week from what it had been before… Five days ago: “Do I really have to do this?” I grumbled to Daya, the only friend I had. She was fixing her makeup, putting on some eye glitter on her lids expertly, but had the time to turn around and fix me a long glare. “Don’t start with that kind of attitude now, Alicia,” she warned me in her no-nonsense tone. “Besides, you should be happy I even thought to take you out on your birthday. You’re no longer a teenager. You’re 22! How much longer are you going to keep on complaining about my goodwil
Alicia's POVI couldn't help the groan that left my lips at the words that Daya said to me.“Daya, not this! I can’t go out with you this time,” I tried to decline her invitation, or rather, pressure to spend another night clubbing. To my luck it was a weekend. But it didn’t change the fact that I wasn’t interested. “Oh, don’t complain about it! Come on, Alicia! You saw how fun the club was, didn't you? I thought you would have gotten a taste for it,” Daya’s golden blonde hair bounced as she curled her strands expertly with the curling iron. “Besides, I’m broken-hearted, Alicia. Jimmy broke up with me yesterday and you didn’t even try to comfort me. Don’t be so horrible to your friend. Aren’t we friends?” ‘Against my better judgement,’ I wanted to respond, but chose to only nod. To be fair, though, Jimmy likely found out he wasn’t the only one she was dating and reacted badly to the ‘surprising’ revelation.Knowing her, it wasn't a secret that she tended to shop around for the perfec