Zayn walked back to the room after awhile with a smile on his face "Where did we stop? " He asked as he kissed me on the lips. I could see the smile of satisfaction every once in a while on his face as he kissed up from my toes to the nape of my neck raising my dress up gingerly as moved . Zayn appeared to be taking his time, slowing down to increase the pleasure I was feeling , when he got to the middle of my thighs that was still covered with my panties that was already getting soaked from my arousal he sniffed at it as I felt pleasure built within me driving me mad until “Please,” escaped my lips. Then his fingers curled round the slacks of my panties as he pushing two in caressing my public hair with his fingers softly , I felt the flame growing hotter and when he slowed again, I shook my head in panic, my hands grabbed his hands and pushed it back to my vagina mummering that he shouldn't stop. He reply was a deep hungry kiss exactly what I wanted. As
The sound of bullet echoed through the room creating a wave of vibration that lingered. "Again !" Zayn voiced sounded from behind where I was. It had been a cold morning earlier but now it was getting warmer so I took off the jacket I had been wearing . I narrowed my eyes at the aim and tried to straighten my right arm while supporting it with my left just as Zayn had taught me for the uptenth time that morning. Bang! Bang !! Bang!!!. The sound from the gun rattled round the room again, Zayn walked toward where the aim was as I counted the bullets in my head trying to remember how many I had left, Zayn had taught me to count as I shoot according to him it was his personal cheat on how to never run out of bullets. Zayn waved his hands signifying i had missed my target again and in frustration i threw my hands in the air dramatically till I heard an involuntarily blast from the gun. I had not planned to shoot so the blast came as a shock as it narrowly misse
Silent Mexican music filled the quiet room as Albatross sip a wine and stared at the new pictures of Zayn that just came in through the mail . His Cousin , Alberto sat on the adjacent couch, watching him as he plays with a pocket knife in-between his index fingers. “When are we going to strike , Alba?.” He set down his own wine glass to push a plate across the expensive wooden furnished table. Both of their gazes widened as they stared at the picture of one of their own with Alberto kissing the rosary he had on his neck. Albatross was not believer but he frequented the confession box every now and then to make confession while the Catholic priest listened. He tries to remember the last time he had a confession and realized it had been a long time. "Alberto I will be going out "he lit a cigar and watched it go red. Albatross puffed out smoke from the Cigar he had been smoking , he turns the pocket knife he was holding between his fingers while staring at t
At first when I saw an Old sheriff's car parked in front of the building I was sacred and shocked , I had expected the worse as I dashed into the apartment but sighed in relief when I saw Zayn talking to an officer at one side of the house . The officer was with pen and jotter and appeared to be taking down little details of what he was saying , as I got closer Zayn saw me from the corner of his eyes and waves me over. "Meet my wife, detective " He mumbled as I got closer . The Detective stretched his hands as we both shook . "What is wrong , Honey ?" As soon as I was a bit relaxed and we had walked away from where the Detective was. "Another one of my men had been found dead ." "Again ?" I asked surprised. "He was found today at the same place we have found other bodies. " "And so what Is he doing here... " I cut myself off as i eyed the detective that was busy already asking another member of the mafia questions ,I continued " He is not suspec
The Friday air was filled with expectation. A warm breeze flowed through the opened window of Zayn's cottage home and I realized I left it open all night. I got up and closed the window, and then padded to the wardrobe to get some decent clothing , I stood puzzled when I didn't find any of my shirts and pulled on one of Zayn's old shirt . After I appeared halfway presentable, I headed downstairs. My feet froze at the base of the stairs as I paused when I saw Zayn with bags . I glanced from him already dressed to the dress lying over the back of the couch. "So you were the one that stole my clothes " I asked playfully before leaning in for a kiss. " Well I wouldn't call that stealing exactly " he kisses me again "I just didn't want to wake you up. "What are you doing with the bags ?" I asked pointing at the bags. "I had Paco drop them this morning and I gathered a few from here as well" he replies as he picked up one the bags . Paco peeped
Alberto watched Eva storm away from Zayn and Jean looking so devastated , they landed at Hawaii early that morning and after bribing the receptionist at the airport with some few crisped note ,she had happily browsed through her contact to find the cab man who Zayn had booked earlier that week to take them to their cabin. Finding the cab man was a very easy task as they had pretended they were customer trying to book him for a trip round the city , they had dragged him down from the can after poking him with gun from behind . Albatross had asked severally about the whereabouts of Zayn after pushing the picture to his face and when he didn't give any sensible reply he had hit him again and again with the baton till his brain popped out of skull. Alberto was feeling the need to smoke so badly as he was an addict and had ran out of cigars , so he took the cab driver car and drove till he found a small shop beside a local restaurant. The noise from the opposite si
Somewhere in the middle of an old factory Jean was tied to a chair still panicking. Albatross had expected Zayn to be dead as he was sure he had been roasted alive in the house and since it was fire everyone would think it was an accident . Hi He walks into the room where Jean was kept and removed the blindfold from her eyes , her mouth was still covered with a tape but regardlessly she still tries to scream as she moans her husband death. "Dont worry you will make a good wife for me " Albatross whispered as he plays with her hair. Meanwhile , Paco had arrived at cabin and found Zayn digging through the ruins . Zayn soon found what he was looking for ,he stares at the wooden box that had the revolver he had gifted to Jean he opens it brought out the revolver. "Do you have an idea on where they might be?" Paco asked. "Yes , I had a tracker implanted to our wedding ring " he cocks the gun and gave a disdain angry look "let's get her" Albatross w
By the time Jean woke up she was in the hospital back home . She could see her mother but when she calls for Zayn he was no where to be found as she drifts back to sleep. When she woke up a while later , her mother told everything that had happened and that Zayn had been arrested and was to face the law with many charges against him including drug trafficking , and murder the murder of Eva and Albatross. Paco who had nothing linked to him was released and he came to visit Jean telling her everything would be fine. After leaving the hospital , she stays with her mother who had divorced her abusive father , she goes to the prison to speak to Zayn , Zayn was glad to see her and told her everything would be fine and told her he was a mafia boss everywhere including the prison , as they both hold hands ,he however told her to file for a divorce as he wouldn't want to drag her into more issues as she was alone now and he had many enemies but she disagrees. Soon
Marcus POV Days had turned into weeks and I was slowly recovering from my injuries. Fiona had been by my side every step of the way, and I knew that I had never been more grateful for her love and support.But things were about to take a turn for the worse. Fiona's parents had decided to visit us in the hospital. I had never met them before, but I knew that Fiona was nervous about their arrival. She had always been close to her parents, and I could tell that she was worried about how they would react to the news of our relationship.As they walked into the hospital room, I could feel the tension in the air. Fiona's parents were a stern-looking couple, and I knew that they were not happy about their daughter's relationship with me. Zayn was also there, and I could see the anger in his eyes as he looked at me.Fiona's mother sat down in the chair next to my bed, and I could feel the weight of their disapproval as they looked at me. Zayn stood behind them, his arms crossed over his ches
Fiona Pov I was in shock as Dads men rushed into the room and killed Jonathan instantly. The sound of the gunshots echoed in my ears and I couldn't believe what was happening. Everything happened so fast that I didn't even have time to react.I quickly knelt beside Markus and started to cry really hard. I knew he was badly hurt and I could see the pain in his eyes. He looked at me and asked me to forgive him, he knew he couldn't make it. His words broke my heart into pieces. I couldn't imagine life without him.I looked at him and said, "I won't forgive you Markus, I don't want you to die at all, not to talk of dying a peaceful death. I want you to stay alive and make it up to me every day of your life for using me." I could see the shock on his face as I spoke those words.He then confessed his love to me and apologized for everything he had done. His words were so sincere and full of love. I could see the pain in his eyes and I knew he was truly sorry. I couldn't help but confess m
Marcus povI couldn't believe my eyes when I saw Zayn being brought into the room just moments after me. He looked absolutely furious, and I knew that something terrible must have happened. I had been brought into the room by two guards who had thrown me into a chair and left me there, but I couldn't focus on anything other than the rage that was emanating from Zayn.I watched as he stormed into the room, his face red with anger, and I knew that something bad was about to happen. Suddenly, he saw his daughter Fiona, lying on the ground, beaten and battered. His eyes widened with shock and he fell to his knees beside her, his hands shaking as he reached out to touch her.I could see the pain etched into his face as he looked at his daughter, and I knew that he was about to lose it. Fiona was his only child, and he would do anything to protect her. As he gently lifted her head, I could see tears streaming down his face, and I knew that this was going to be bad."What the hell happened t
Marcus POV As we lay there in the garden, catching our breath, I can feel a sense of guilt creeping over me. I know that I need to tell Fiona the truth, to confess everything that I've been hiding from her.But as I start to open my mouth, I can hear footsteps approaching. Panic sets in as I realize that we've been caught.Quickly, we gather our clothes and slip into the shadows, trying to be as quiet as possible.As we make our way back towards the mansion, I can feel Fiona's eyes on me, her expression filled with confusion."What did you need to tell me?" she asks finally, her voice barely above a whisper.I hesitate, unsure of how to proceed. I know that I need to tell her everything, but I don't want to ruin the moment we just shared."I can't say it right now," I reply finally. "But I promise I'll tell you later."Fiona nods, a look of understanding on her face.And then, without another word, we make our way back inside the mansion, our hearts racing as we try to avoid any pryi
Marcus POV I take a deep breath as I park my car in front of the mansion. It's been a long day, and all I want to do is rest and forget about everything that's been happening. But as soon as I step inside, my mind goes back to her. Fiona. The one who has been occupying my thoughts for weeks now. I miss her so much, and yet, she won't even look at me.As I make my way to the stairs, I pass by her room. And that's when I hear it. Her laughter. It's not the first time I've heard her laughing with someone else, but this time, it's different. This time, there's a guy with her. And it feels like a knife twisting in my gut.I stand there for a moment, listening to their conversation. They're talking about some movie they watched together. I don't know who he is, and I don't care. All I know is that he's with her, and I'm not. And that's all that matters.I try to walk away, but my feet seem to have a mind of their own. I can feel my hands shaking, and my heart is pounding in my chest. I'm a
Marcus pov I never planned on becoming a soldier for Zayn Usman, let alone joining the Mafia. But life has a funny way of leading you down unexpected paths. Growing up, I was always a bit of a troublemaker. I grew up in a rough neighborhood and had to learn how to defend myself at a young age. As I got older, my fighting skills only improved. It wasn't long before I caught the attention of Zayn Usman, the leader of the local Mafia. At first, I was hesitant to get involved with the Mafia. I knew it was dangerous and could potentially land me in jail. But the money was too good to pass up. I started off doing small jobs, like delivering packages and collecting debts. But as time went on, Zayn began to trust me more and gave me more important tasks. I quickly became known as one of the most formidable soldiers in the organization. I was feared by both our enemies and our own members. I didn't take crap from anyone and wasn't afraid to use my fists or my weapons to get the job done.
Fiona Pov I couldn’t believe that this was the end ?I loved what Marcus and I had because it felt real. He stopped going to school with me because I asked dad to change my guard so I haven’t been seeing him frequently. My heart ached every time I remember what we had and how beautiful it was it made me cry because he saw me as nothing but a hooker to him. I went downstairs to take some water and I saw him talking to some of the other guards,he lips moved slowly and passionately that I started remembering how they felt on me. His hands moved subconsciously while he was trying to explain some thing to them but I couldn’t stop remembering the way his hands made me feel good all over. I was too in the mood to stand here any longer. I ran to my room ,bathing in like I was comping for war. I ran to the bed and took off my clothes,I’d never done this before and I knew it was going to be weird but I was really turned on right now and I needed someone’s touch even if it
Fiona Pov I was broken,I couldn’t Marcus could do that to me,I thought we were mitre than that but I guess I was just deceieveing my self. He said with so much boredom like he was surprised that I didn’t know,I wanted to cry my eyes out. I didn’t want to see him at all because it felt like I should rip his heart off his chest. I thought things were different between us now but it turns out I was just in my fantasy world and now that world had crashed and I was rudely welcomed back to the real world. I sat on my bed, tears streaming down my face as I clutched a pillow to my chest. How could Marcus think that we were just hooking up? I thought we had something special, something real. But apparently, I was just another girl to him.I couldn't stop crying. I felt like my heart had been ripped out of my chest and stomped on. All the memories we had shared together felt like a lie now. I replayed every moment in my head, trying to make sense of it all. But the more I thought
Fiona Pov I woke up feeling a sense of lightness in my chest that I hadn't felt in a long time. As I stretched my arms above my head, I felt a rush of energy that I hadn't had in weeks. I smiled to myself, realizing that I felt better than I had yesterday morning.The reason for my improved mood was simple: I had talked to Ella the night before. Ella was my closest friend, and the only person who knew what I had been going through lately. I had been struggling with a lot of things - work stress, relationship issues, and some health problems - and I had been feeling pretty overwhelmed.But talking to Ella had been a game-changer. She had listened patiently as I poured out all my frustrations and fears, and had offered kind and wise advice that I knew I could trust. She had reminded me that I was strong and capable, and that I had the power to change my life if I wanted to. And most importantly, she had made me feel seen and heard, which was something I desperately needed.As I got out