Leanne Devin, 17 years old.The first day I saw him it felt like the skies looked bluer, a warm spring breeze blew bringing a pre-monsoon smell of earth.He'd come into our home along with my step brother's group of friends. I was familiar with Erik's friends and Rocco wasn't one of them."Lea, you know that bottle I hid in the basement last night? Go bring it up to my room and get five glasses along with it." Erik had ordered me.My step brother had been the kind of guy who classified himself as a bad boy. He got his first tattoo at sixteen and hid it from our parents. He would smoke secretly and try alcohol. When he was nineteen, he got tattoos all over his arms and no one could stop him. None of his friends had ever stood out to me, but the day Rocco came in with him, I'd felt my breath catch in my throat. His hair was longer than other guys, cut roughly around his neck. His eyes were a deep black, like when you looked into a deep dark well filled with hidden secrets, his eyes c
ClaireWhen this day started, it started with joy. It was my birthday, I'd expected laughter, celebration, not betrayal.I found myself standing inside my boyfriend's apartment, listening to pounding sounds and lewd moans from his bedroom. My bag fell to the floor and I staggered on my feet.'No, this isn't happening. It must be a silly nightmare.'Two days ago my boyfriend Nolan had gone on a business trip, he'd called me just this morning to wish me.'Happy birthday Baby, I'm sorry I can't come back for your birthday. The meetings have been hectic but I promise I'll make it up to you when I get back next week. Enjoy your day.'Those sweet words had been lingering in my mind throughout the entire day, how could they be lies?By coincidence I'd left the dress I'd had custom made for my birthday in his apartment the day I'd come to wear it to get his approval, he'd probably forgotten about it. He'd even praised me on how sexy I looked in the dress and had tried to get me in bed but I s
Vincent."You mad fucker! You can't get any information out of me!" I smirked watching the man I held captive. He was tied to a chair, missing several limbs from the interrogation, but he still didn't budge.I played with the gun in my hands, twirling it here and there."You're a stubborn one huh?" I stood up from my seat crossing over to the chair the captive was tied."I admire loyalty, it's the one thing I seek in all the people around me. So before I send you to hell, know that your loyalty has my infinite admiration."The man's eyes quivered, blood dripping from the side of his face into his mouth. I could hear his teeth chattering from cold, he'd been dunked in ice, burned, lost several fingers but he still refused to budge.I placed the tip of the gun to his forehead, chuckling at the stubbornness in his eyes before I lowered the gun to his chest at his heart, his eyes were still hard. I lowered it towards his stomach and he glared at me. "I'll have you know that I love eyes
Claire"He's cute." Jessy whispered eyeing the strange guy following me around."Girl go, it's not as if you're already going to open your legs for him. He asked for a drink, go chat with him and have fun." With their encouragement, I sighed in resignation and followed the guy to the bar."I'm Henry by the way. You?""Claire." I replied succinctly.He pulled out a bar stool for me and when I was seated, he sat right across from me. "My usual please." He said to the bartender then turned to me, "What would you like to have?""Red wine please." He smiled at me then turned to the bartender, "A glass of red wine.""So, why was a beautiful lady like you dancing on her own at a bar like this? You're too beautiful to be alone.""Is there anything wrong with a woman being alone?" I said ignoring his compliment."Of course there's nothing wrong with it, it only means that you're single, and lucky for a guy like me that a beauty like you is single."He said with a strange smile on his face,
Vincent The girl's eyes were the lightest blue I'd ever seen. It was like the color of the sky on a clear day. Those orbs shone with something hot, her skin was flaming as I touched her face like fire burning against my fingers.I felt my dick swell.Fuck! Since when did I get this easily aroused?Her fingers dug into her dress and I heard the sweetest moan exit her lips. It was already unusual that I'd decided to come save the damsel in distress about to be raped by a scumbag. The word save has always been foreign to me, I killed, destroyed and annihilated. But this little beauty had made me break one of my rules.Interesting.It was too bad, I didn't touch females without consent. And this one was under the influence of drugs.Staring at those bright blue eyes silently pleading with me for help, I felt something waver inside of me.Another anomaly, did I do pity or sympathy?Never, but this little thing with blue eyes was already making me feel hints of sympathy for her.Strange.
ClaireMy whole body felt sore when I tried to move. Feeling the softness beneath me, I realized I was laying on a bed.I slowly peeled my eyes open finding myself in a dark room, that looked like a hotel.Feeling a pounding headache, I massaged my temple."What the hell did I do last night?" I could remember Lea dragging me to the club, the girls insisting I get laid last night. I remembered meeting a guy who asked me a for a drink, and I was sitting with him at the bar. My memories became foggy from there.I sat in focus trying to remember when I caught a glimpse of my red panties thrown halfway across the room."Shit!" Jumping off the bed, I grabbed the panties and my bag from the floor. "Did I...did I have sex with someone last night?" I began pacing the room. "Who the hell did I sleep with and how come...?" Immediately this thought popped into my mind, the image of golden eyes with green flecks around the ring of the orbs flashed Into my mind. These eyes had been close, so c
Claire Monday morning, I strode into the company building of Glam, a reputable fashion house in all of California. I worked at the design department as a fashion assistant for three years now hoping for a promotion. I hesitated to enter the company knowing I would certainly see Nolan, he was the manager of HR in the company. Now I know why he always insisted we keep our relationship a secret from the rest of our colleagues. He claimed it would make everyone think he was favoring me since I was his girlfriend, even though I'd never received any special favors from him in the company, I didn't want people to judge our professional work by our personal relationship hence I agreed to it. Turns out he was hiding our relationship for another reason entirely, I was just the other woman. Grinding my teeth in determination I stepped into the company without any second thoughts deciding to ignore his existence even if I happened to meet him. "Claire, how did your weekend go? Saturday was
ClaireIt still felt like a dream. One moment I was standing on the road thrown out of my apartment with nowhere to go, and another I was sitting inside a luxurious limousine with sleek interior that screamed money.I had to admit, it was very entertaining watching Nolan's jaw drop when the men ushered me Into the car. 'Who the fuck are you?' Nolan had confidently walked up to the bodyguard only to have his hand twisted behind his back. He'd wailed like a pig on the slaughter table and I'd felt a wave of satisfaction seeing his cleanly shaven smug face twist in pain.I'd gotten into the car on an impulse with the aim to annoy Nolan further, but now that I was sitting inside the luxurious car driven to heaven knows where, the fear began to kick in."Shit, you should have at least inquired where they were taking you before getting into the car Claire."I knocked on the partition slightly, watching it slide down."Is there anything you need miss?" "Um, where are you taking me?" "Our b
Leanne Devin, 17 years old.The first day I saw him it felt like the skies looked bluer, a warm spring breeze blew bringing a pre-monsoon smell of earth.He'd come into our home along with my step brother's group of friends. I was familiar with Erik's friends and Rocco wasn't one of them."Lea, you know that bottle I hid in the basement last night? Go bring it up to my room and get five glasses along with it." Erik had ordered me.My step brother had been the kind of guy who classified himself as a bad boy. He got his first tattoo at sixteen and hid it from our parents. He would smoke secretly and try alcohol. When he was nineteen, he got tattoos all over his arms and no one could stop him. None of his friends had ever stood out to me, but the day Rocco came in with him, I'd felt my breath catch in my throat. His hair was longer than other guys, cut roughly around his neck. His eyes were a deep black, like when you looked into a deep dark well filled with hidden secrets, his eyes c
"Sorry for not taking your calls." She moaned as his finger sought the opening between her legs. Even through the fabric, his coarse finger made several sensations run through her body at that slight touch."You've said that..." He murmured. Suckling on her nipple while his finger teased the entrance of her pussy in exploration before sliding in making her gasp and arch."I'm still waiting to hear the rest." "I..." She couldn't focus on talking with what his tongue and fingers were doing to her body. He pulled out his wet finger and licked it clean, the action made her pussy throb and ache for him to be inside her. "I already said everything.""You said everything about yesterday, but you didn't say anything about today.""What did I do today?" His hands grabbed her thighs and pulled her lower on the bed her arms still held up by the cuffs around the bedframe.His face came down and his tongue teased a trail over her clit."Ah..." Her head was thrown back against the pillow as the
Claire and Vincent. Rome.Two years after marriage.There's a popular saying that as time goes by, a husband begins to get tired of his wife, but why was it that no matter what she did, Vincent never seemed to get tired of being around her?Yesterday, he'd been laying next to her lounged near the pool when Rocco and his men rushed in to alert him of a crisis. Even after Rocco had stressed how important the situation was, he hadn't even moved an inch away from her until she'd pushed him to leave. He'd made her promise to wait for him to come back later that night, but Keira suddenly called and asked Claire to come help her with something at her restaurant. She ended up staying there all night helping Keira redecorate the new branch of her restaurant without knowing she'd missed calls and texts from her husband. The next morning she'd woken up to find his angry face staring at her. Eventually he'd called Keira and found out she was there."Do you even know how worried I was? I was goi
Rodrigo I'd just gotten off a call with my sister when Mario barged into my office, eyes wide as if he'd seen a ghost."What is it?""Boss, there's..." Before Mario could finish speaking someone appeared behind him, this person's appearance made my heart come to a complete stop.Keira Morano.The weight of hate, heavily borne on my shoulders for years made my shoulders sag.What was it all for? All that hate, all the anger, the bloodshed. Claire had been right, we did nothing wrong. Our parents were the true villains of our story.Slowly, one step at a time, I approached her. With each step I took closer, a painful tear slid down her face reminding me of how much my heart always ached everytime I'd see her cry. I felt something hard lodge in my throat, emotions from years of suppressing them.I stopped in front of her and put a smile on my face. "Hi, I'm Rodrigo Santos, you must have known me as Black in the past, but someone I know recently told me that the past doesn't matter, a
ClaireHe left the room and slammed the door harshly behind him again.Without giving me a single chance to speak, he was suddenly leaving me there. I jumped off the bed and rushed out the door after him making sure I tied the plain sheets securely around my chest. If he thought I was going to let him go after I'd clearly seen in his eyes that he hadn't forgotten me, he was absolutely wrong.But little did I expect that the minute I'd run down the stairs, I'd meet a crowd of people waiting in the entrance hall.They all turned to look at me and I found myself stumped and mortified at my appearance. Heat rushed up my cheeks and I tightened my grip around the sheets around me.Vincent was standing in the middle of it all.Clothing racks holding different, magical looking white dresses, each of a different style and design. Makeup artists holding their kits like weapons looking ready to attack. A band of people carrying bouquets of flowers outside. Why did this look like a wedding v
Keira: That day... was my worst nightmare.Rodrigo: That day... was the most painful.***The vast Morano mansion opened it's gates to a stranger, the Morano's worst enemies. That morning, Enzo Morano told Keira to go pick up her brother from the airport since he was returning from boarding school, little did she know that the amount of time she was away, was enough for her father to carry out his plans.Rodrigo's eyes narrowed as they stepped into the mansion.He noticed the servants lurking around the hallways with sinister looks in their eyes. Deep inside he didn't fully trust Enzo Morano, but he trusted his heart and he trusted Keira, she would never betray him. "Enzo Morano, long time no see." Draco addressed the mighty man sitting in a sofa as they entered the living room."Draco Santos, welcome to my home." The two men who have met countless times in opposing fights stared each other down. After years of enmity they were finally meeting for peace, at least that was what Dra
Keira Morano That day, I'd aimed my gun right to his heart. I was trained with guns from a very young age, I never once missed an aim, but on that fateful day, even as I saw my father's corpse lying on the floor in the pool of his own blood, when I raised my gun to Rodrigo's heart, my hands refused to pull the trigger.This man had killed my father, but before my hand pressed the trigger, I diverted my aim away from his heart and shot a harmless side of his chest.That was how much I loved him.He killed my father, but I couldn't bear to kill him. Our love started in deceit, and ended in bloodshed but even after ten years, he still holds an important place in my heart. I'll forever live with the guilt of loving the man who murdered my father.But history had proven to repeat itself.Everyday I watched my brother suffer, I didn't expect that one day when I opened the door, I'd see her standing there. The very girl who broke his heart. It was very late at night, and Vincent had gotte
Vincent "Vince, she's gone. I just received a report that their flight already left for Spain an hour ago." Rocco's voice was an echo in my ear until I heard him mention the fact that she's gone.Her brother took her away.I downed the whiskey sitting in my glass feeling the familiar burn down my throat."Vince..." Rocco placed a hand on my shoulder but I shrugged it off with a smile that didn't reach my eyes."I'm fine." I muttered pouring myself another glassful of alcohol.Everyone says alcohol is capable of numbing your feelings and making your pain feel non-existent. But it did nothing to take away the chains of hell that have wrapped themselves around my heart. "You need to stop drinking, even a fish would have drowned by now with how much alcohol you consumed."Recalling something, I threw my head back and laughed."Do you know what that woman said to me a few days ago?" Rocco snatched the glass out of my hand but I was more interested in telling him what I just remembered.
Present DayClaireI found myself in a far away world, a world I once knew but my mind drowned the memories away to the back of my mind.This world was one where men holding guns surrounded me. Rodrigo had done everything to protect me, but in the end a burly man with eyes as scary as a nightmare had taken me. "Relinquish the treasure. Give up your position as Mafia king, and maybe I'll let the little girl live. Otherwise, she dies!" I had been so scared, I was locked up in a dark room, all I could hear were voices from the man who'd taken me making demands. Days passed like wind and I'd almost died in that dark room where a seven year old's nightmare came alive until my brother showed up."You're safe now sunshine. You're safe." From that moment on Rodrigo never took his eyes off me, and it was from that moment on, people stopped calling Rodrigo by the title El Jefe, (The Boss) and he stopped wearing the blood red ring I once used to see on my father's finger.Memories of my lif