Leilah Rivera ran away from home after her father sold his brother Colby. When they met again in a luxurious hotel that Colby owns, she found out that her brother is a member of an underground syndicate and his new adoptive brother attracts her to her core. But for her to stay with her family and her new found love, she needs to take part in the business. A world of secrets, lies, blood and fights is waiting for her to uncover.
View MoreCiara took me to a shooting range. It is not far from the hotel and it seems very popular as a lot of people are inside despite being within office hours on a weekday.“The very first thing you need to know is how to handle a gun properly. Most of our transactions include head-on battles with city police and their main weapon is a gun.” Ciara explain.We settled in a private room. She set up my equipment, the glasses, ear covers, and a vest even though only the two of us is in the room.“Proper handling of a gun is essential, both for safety and effectiveness of using it. Always use your two hands when holding a weapon, unless you are in a situation where you are unable to do so.” She first let me hold the gun with both hands, positioning my finger on the body and noting to never put my finger on the trigger.“Lean forward so your body won’t receive too much recoil when firing. Keep your stance solid and steady.” She said while adjusting my posture and making sure that I maintain a so
My face could have a written question mark on it as Colby cleared his throat. Blake took back his hand and I can definitely see him smirk.“Yes. I mentioned the job that I lined you up for. Blake here just came back from abroad. He is looking for an executive assistant to manage some of his work.” Colby explained.“Oh.” That is all I can say at the moment.The man in front of me has a face that seemed sculpted by a greek artist. His face is a little long but his sharp jawline balances it out. He has gray-colored eyes that seemed to have a storm going on in there. His hair is an overgrown clean-cut, ruffled, and all over the place. His hoodie fits perfectly on him, shaping his shoulders and chest but loose on the lower side. And I’m gonna be his assistant. “Let’s talk about the details over dinner.” Blake suggested and raised his hand. A lady brought us the menu. She is glancing at Blake repeatedly as if she is scared and admiring him at the same. She flushed when he told her his ord
I roam my eyes around the beautiful room that is now under my care. It kind of bummed me that it is not connected to Mom’s room but she is just in front of me. I can burst in anytime. “What things would you need? Would you need to go back to your old house to get things?” Colby asked me. My face scrunched as I try to think if I have anything important in my old house. I am thinking of saying a proper goodbye to my work at least. But I still want to continue my studies. “I don’t think I need to get anything except maybe my clothes.” I hesitantly said. “Don’t mind the clothes, sis. You have a walk-in closet here, a jacuzzi, a fireplace, and a bar. Name it, I’ll get it.” he winked. “It’s starting to sound like you are bragging about your status, dear little brother.” I said as I raise my left eyebrow at him. He laughed and raised his hands in defeat. I laughed a little. “I would need to properly leave my work so they can find a replacement. And I would really like to continue my st
I tried to sit straight and readied myself for what is yet to come. For that ten years, all I could think about was Colby was taken because I was not there to protect him. But seeing him now, all grown up and in a better condition than I am? I’m feeling guilty to say that what happened was a good thing.“Alright. The man that bought me, sold me again.” He started. I froze.“There’s this family that’s hiring kids to train for their underground transactions.” He continued to eat like what we are talking about is no big deal.“Underground? Like D-R-U-G?” I spelled it in case someone hears us. He laughed at this.“No, not that. But in the same league. Black market, imported items that are banned in the country, firearms, collector items. Those kinds of things. So I was sent there. They took care of me actually. We slept in very nice bunk beds with the other kids. We have girls and boys, of all ages up to twelve. “ Colby stopped the story and ordered wine.“Red wine okay?” He asked me.“I
The thought of meeting my father after all these years sent shivers down my spine. It’s a mixture of anger and being terrified of what I can do when I see him; or what he can do when he sees me. The guy in the suite mentioned his head towards one of the red doors. I’m guessing this is where my bastard father is. I followed him reluctantly. Silently praying for my safety, and for my mother’s as well.The guy knocked three times. You can hear the laughter of girls inside that stopped at the sound of the knock. The door was opened by a woman, around five-six feet tall, wearing a very skimpy spaghetti dress that is untied on the back and on the verge of falling out. She smiled at the guy then her eyes moved to me. Her smile faded. I felt like I was being undressed at that very spot.In front, my father is sitting on a half-circle-long couch. His arms are spread on the backrest and his legs are wide open. He’s wearing a suit, but the blazer is resting on the table and his inner long sleeve
“Are you fucking serious?” I grabbed my apron off my body. I rushed to the kitchen, grabbed my bag, and bolted off. If they really mean what they said, Mom is in trouble. I still don’t get it but my gut is telling me to go to her.I remember her first nights when she would cry and struggle in her sleep. I thought maybe it was trauma because of what she had been through with my father’s beatings but it never occurred to me what it might be. Mom had been staring out of nowhere sometimes, mumbling to herself things like ‘I don’t want to go, ‘let me go, and such. My father had been so abusive, I really thought it was because of that. But now, I’m not sure.I reached my apartment after a fifteen-minute run. I was exhausted and out of breath. My knees felt like jelly and my lungs felt like they were being compressed. But nonetheless, I ran five flights of stairs until I reached my door.It was unlocked and unlatched. Shit.“Mom!” I rushed inside, opening the door wide. My house is dark and
I just got home from my shift at a local diner. I head home since I don’t have a social life and I don’t have anywhere else to go. I live in a five-story apartment with a minimum of five houses per floor. Mine is on the fifth floor, just so my luck.As I pass by all the other floors, you can sum up what kind of neighborhood I live in.On the first floor, kids are playing everywhere. It may seem rude but these kids are nightmares of our apartment. No one knows how to deal with them, even their parents.For instance, they poured mighty glue all over my door knob. That shit stings.On the second floor, it just happened that a casserole came flying outside a window. It is followed by a series of curses and other not-so-good words.The third floor is the spooky floor. It is occupied, but no one has ever seen its residents. I heard they were relatives. They either leave the house early and come home late or they never really go out. I even thought maybe they are dead in there but there is n
I just got home from my shift at a local diner. I head home since I don’t have a social life and I don’t have anywhere else to go. I live in a five-story apartment with a minimum of five houses per floor. Mine is on the fifth floor, just so my luck.As I pass by all the other floors, you can sum up what kind of neighborhood I live in.On the first floor, kids are playing everywhere. It may seem rude but these kids are nightmares of our apartment. No one knows how to deal with them, even their parents.For instance, they poured mighty glue all over my door knob. That shit stings.On the second floor, it just happened that a casserole came flying outside a window. It is followed by a series of curses and other not-so-good words.The third floor is the spooky floor. It is occupied, but no one has ever seen its residents. I heard they were relatives. They either leave the house early and come home late or they never really go out. I even thought maybe they are dead in there but there is n
Valentine is a dark romance that tells the story of a woman who stumbles into a whole new secret world. Leilah Rivera ran away from home when she was young, after her father sold her brother, Colby. Reunited much later, Leilah finds her brother is doing well for himself. He owns a hotel and is a member of an underground syndicate. But it is one of his fellow member that attracts Leilah. In order to follow her heart she must become part of the business. Plenty of lies, fights, and secrets await her in this gripping dark romance.
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