CTAVIA'S POVEvery person we passed as we walked by stopped what they were doing, and nodded their heads in respect to my father. Lionel walked ahead with his usual commanding presence, and I followed closely, Aaron walked silently to my left like an unshakable shadow, while Mikel trailed slightly behind. It was hard not to notice the curious, borderline scrutinizing stares of everyone. They weren’t even trying to be subtle. I told myself it wasn’t personal and held my head high not betraying my nervousness. I'm just an unfamiliar face in a world where everyone is practically like family. But still the whole attention made my skin prickle, and this is just the start, I almost laughed to myself. The man leading us, he is a huge man and he had a complicated tattoo that covered his arms and part of his jaw, he was the one that welcomed us and he seemed to be the head of the warehouse. His eyes kept darting to me, and I'm not sure if it is just in curiosity. Either way, it made me want
/-Octavia-/My body curled on the floor, trembling as the tears streamed down my cheeks. Another kick met me in the stomach, and I rolled, wincing. He took the opening to assault my ribs, and I was screaming helplessly, begging him to stop. I didn't know how much I could take anymore. My heart was constricting tightly; even my lungs were gradually closing up, restricting my airflow. "Please stop... Please..." I sobbed, but my pleas fell on deaf ears. He wasn't going to stop. Nothing would make him stop until I was unconscious or possibly dead. The next blow sent blood gushing out of my mouth. "Pa..." I cried, "it hurts. It hurts."I spat out more blood, and his feet connected to my face; the kick had my blood vessels bursting open. At least that is what it felt like. "I am not your father!" He barked. "How many times do I have to warn you?"He slammed his foot against my chest, pressing down so hard as if the intention was to crush my heart. "Just how worthless can you be?!"A k
/-Octavia-/Six Years Later.I ascended the stairs with a small bag resting on my shoulder. The loud music blazing from the speakers was almost deafening. It wasn't hard to spot Axel in the VIP section with a couple of men. I headed towards him, and his eyes lit up on seeing me. "There comes my Queen," he smirked, and the men's attention shifted to me. The lustful gazes that penetrated my skin didn't bother me. I was in nothing but lingerie and a bra, so it was expected for them to lust after my body. The scars that my father had inflicted on me were concealed, of course. I dropped the bag on the table and sat on his lap. He handed me a cigarette and lit it for me. "The package is already here, as you can see. You can unveil and have a taste of it if you want," Axel said, then turned his attention to me. I dropped my head and kissed him. The bag was opened, and the bags of cocaine were taken out. One of the bags was powered, and a small amount of powder was displayed on the ta
/-Octavia-/The coffee shop was the only thing of value I possessed. The light in my miserable, dark world.You'd think six years of stripping and doing his dirty work would have been enough to pay for my father's death, but he told me to my face that even if I worked for the next hundred years, I would only be able to pay half of it. An amount he had yet to mention to me. He gave me a little change here and there from the night's work, and I saved everything up to open this little, beautiful shop. When Axel found out about it, he laughed, of course, asking if I planned to clear my father's debt from the earnings of a coffee shop. The words hurt my feelings, but I was already used to him putting me down at every slight opportunity. I was already resigned to my fate of belonging to him forever. There was nothing I could do to change it, no matter how many men I slept with or how many bags of cocaine I transported. I opened the coffee shop with a bright smile on my face. This plac
/-Octavia-/It was lunch break, and usually I made some brownies and cookies for those who liked to have coffee in the afternoon.Just as I took off my apron and headed to the front desk, someone walked in.It was probably the milky scent that caught my attention, but as my eyes connected with those oceanic blue eyes, I knew I was in for trouble."What are you doing back here?" I blurted before I could stop myself. Nile was visibly startled by my hostility, but I didn't care. I wanted him to leave before Axel showed up unexpectedly and caused more trouble. "That is not the way to treat a customer." He smiled it off. "I enjoyed your coffee. Came to get another and leave a large tip, of course."A smile threatened to burst out of my lips. He was so kind and soft-spoken. Why couldn't Axel be like that? Why did I have to end up with someone cruel?I didn't let my worries show on my face."What type of coffee? I have muffins and cookies too. You can get some for a couple of cents," I to
OCTAVIA'S POVI caught myself staring into thin air more times than I can admit today. My heart still skips a beat anytime I remember how Nile said he would keep being a regular till I'm ready to accept him. Axel is not going to like this. I closed the coffee shop for the day and headed down the sidewalk to the one-room box-like apartment I rented close to the shop that I don't even get the luxury of sleeping in and took a quick shower. I stare at two teenage girls arguing in front of a dress shop on which color of dress is best to wear to prom as I headed to the casino, where I spend six out of seven nights of the week. Sometimes I wonder how my life would have been if my mom was still alive. "Would I have gone to college? "Would Philip still be alive and nice to me?". I shrugged off the thoughts and put a lock over my mind and put on my mask of coolness. Maybe if Axel would have a problem with me today. The ground floor was filled to the brim with dancing and grinding bodies, as to
OCTAVIA'S POV There's a certain bounce in my steps as I walk into the casino today. I've been at peace for a while now, and even Axel's dirty looks and harsh words did nothing to dampen my mood. For the past three weeks, Nile has come to the casino almost every day and books me every night. I know he does it on purpose to protect me from entertaining other patrons, and I'm so grateful for it. It's almost as if he cares about me. We spend some nights just talking about random things, and sometimes we watch movies, and on some days we don't talk just eat in the comfortable quiet. Tonight is one of those nights. I came with a book I started reading earlier yesterday and made myself comfortable in my usual chair and started reading. "There's something I want to talk to you about," he started.I turned to face him. "Okay, go ahead." "What do you think about going back to college?" I used to dream of going to college the first two years since I started working as a stripper, but when it
NILE'S POV "I've sent your schedule for the day, including the file from the private investigator, to your email, sir." My personal assistant said as I walked past his table to my office. I opened the file, and I'm not surprised. Two weeks ago I hired a private investigator to get dirt on Axel; it has become obvious that he's not going to let Octavia go easily. Later in the evening, in the shadows of his dimly lit office, I watched him squirm. He thought he was untouchable and treated my girl like a toy, but now he was finally in my grasp. He had a reputation for playing dirty, but I knew his secrets ran deeper than anyone suspected. I leaned back in my chair, a smirk playing on my lips as I laid out my terms. “You think you can run this place without consequences? I know about you betraying and skimming cash from your former don, and I’ve got proof.” The fear in his eyes was palpable. I could almost taste the desperation. He had built this empire on a shaky foundation of illegal
CTAVIA'S POVEvery person we passed as we walked by stopped what they were doing, and nodded their heads in respect to my father. Lionel walked ahead with his usual commanding presence, and I followed closely, Aaron walked silently to my left like an unshakable shadow, while Mikel trailed slightly behind. It was hard not to notice the curious, borderline scrutinizing stares of everyone. They weren’t even trying to be subtle. I told myself it wasn’t personal and held my head high not betraying my nervousness. I'm just an unfamiliar face in a world where everyone is practically like family. But still the whole attention made my skin prickle, and this is just the start, I almost laughed to myself. The man leading us, he is a huge man and he had a complicated tattoo that covered his arms and part of his jaw, he was the one that welcomed us and he seemed to be the head of the warehouse. His eyes kept darting to me, and I'm not sure if it is just in curiosity. Either way, it made me want
OCTAVIA'S POV Bree popped out of nowhere, startling me as Aaron and I stepped out of Lionel’s office; she had clearly been eavesdropping, and now she is practically bouncing on her toes with excitement. "Was that really Dimitri, like the main Dimitri, leader of the Russian mob?!" She gushed. I almost laughed at her facial expression and her enthusiasm. "Yeah," I said. "You know him?" Her look turned dreamy, "Well, not personally, but that can be rectified, she sighed. "Dimitri is the youngest vor v zakone there has ever been and the most dangerous too. He took power from his uncle when he was just twenty years old, and he is feared by everyone in Russia." Bree continued as we all made our way to the living room."I have only seen him in pictures; he is the most handsome man ever," she shot Aaron a look. No offense to you, Aaron, but we are talking about Dimitri here." Aaron just looked bored. "I wonder if he wants to get married anytime soon," she continued dreamily, and I burst
OCTAVIA'S POV The first thing I remembered when I woke up was Zion's text from yesterday; I had completely forgotten to reply to his message after I got home. The sunlight streamed through the curtain, and I checked the clock on the wall, and it was already past nine am. I didn't know I still slept in till this late; it's been a while. I blinked and sat up, rubbing the drowsiness from my eyes, and groaned as I stretched out across the bed. I grabbed my phone from the bedside table, and I opened my messenger app and saw the text. I started typing a reply, "Good morning, Zion. I'm sorry I didn't," I deleted the whole thing and decided to give him a call instead. I took a deep breath, dialed his number, and pressed the phone to my ear. The dialed twice before he picked up “Octavia?” Zion’s familiar deep voice came through, and my heart squeezed slightly; hearing his voice stirred up a mix of emotions. We have spoken properly since… well, since things fell apart between us. "Hi," I
OCTAVIA'S POVMy body moved swiftly with a practiced ease that I still find fascinating as I kept punching the bag, my fists almost in sync with the beat of the music blasting in my ear, I didn't hear the sound of anyone come in but I saw the door of the gym open through the side of my eye making me still for a brief second. My breath came out in soft pants and I looked at the entrance to see Aaron coming in still in his outfit from earlier. He walked inside and leaned causally again the wall opposite me, his stoic expression still intact as he watched my watch him, he raised a questioning eyebrow at me when I didn't do anything. I felt a bit self conscious under his steady gaze, but I ignored him and turned back to the bag and threw another punch, trying to shake the. But the weight of his presence and his silence was unnerving, and I found myself slowing down. "Are you done?" He asked flatly, his voice breaking the silence. I stopped mid punch and lowered my fists. My knuckles
OCTAVIA'S POV My eyes met Aaron's from across the room, and the buzz, the murmurs, and the quiet conversation—all of it faded to the background. He was leaning casually against the back wall, arms crossed over his broad chest, his face, as usual, was unreadable and stoic, as though nothing in the room interested him. But then, his mouth quirked ever so slightly into the faintest hint of a smile. I blinked, taken aback by the subtle change in his expression. Something flickered in his eyes, something very similar to...pride? Approval? Whatever it was, it made my heart race. For a moment, it feels as if the weight of the day has lifted; I don't feel the stares of the people looking at me; I feel at ease. I held his gaze, the corners of my lips tugging upward instinctively. The room and everyone in it blurred into insignificance, and for a fleeting moment, it felt like it was just the two of us in the world. Wait! What was that?I broke the eye contact, looking around the room to make
OCTAVIA'S POVEvery person we passed as we walked by stopped what they were doing and nodded their heads in respect to my father. Lionel walked ahead with his usual commanding presence, and I followed closely; Aaron walked silently to my left like an unshakable shadow, while Mikel trailed slightly behind. It was hard not to notice the curious, borderline scrutinizing stares of everyone. They weren’t even trying to be subtle. I told myself it wasn’t personal and held my head high, not betraying my nervousness. I'm just an unfamiliar face in a world where everyone is practically like family. But still the whole attention made my skin prickle, and this is just the start; I almost laughed to myself. The man leading us, he is a huge man, and he had a complicated tattoo that covered his arms and part of his jaw. He was the one that welcomed us, and he seemed to be the head of the warehouse. His eyes kept darting to me, and I'm not sure if it is just in curiosity. Either way, it made me wa
OCTAVIA'S POV I just finished dropping my coffee mug inside the dishwasher when I heard someone walk into the kitchen. I turned back to see Aaron walking casually into the kitchen. My eyes widened slightly at the sight of him. He was dressed in a crisp black suit; his broad shoulders filled it out even more perfectly than a mannequin would, and he completed the look with black shades. Even though I have seen him in suits before, something about him today was different. He looked more polished, intimidating, and, as much as I don't want to admit it, exceptionally handsome. “Are you ready?” he asked in his usual low, calm tone. I made to clean my hands over my pants before I remembered that it is leather, and I let it hang awkwardly on my side and gave him a small nod. “As ready as I’ll ever be.” “Good,” he said. “It’s time to go.” Without another word, he turned and headed for the door. I followed him outside, my heart pounding a little faster with each step. The sight that greet
OCTAVIA Bree gasped, clutching her chest like she was genuinely offended. “What’s wrong with it? Everything! You’re about to meet the cutthroat people in the Mafia, and you’re dressed like you’re going to a grocery store!”“Ohh, I thought this was fine,” I muttered, feeling a bit self-conscious.“No, no, no,” she said, shaking her head as she grabbed my hand. “Come on. We’re fixing this. Right now.”Before I could protest, she got in front of me and grabbed my hand again.“But Bree, is it really necessary?” I tried to argue as she pulled me down the hallway that leads to the rooms.“Trust me, it’s very necessary,” she insisted, practically yanking me toward her room.When we finally reached her door, she flung it open. This is my first time entering her room, and as I stepped inside, I immediately noticed how different her room is from mine. The layout is very similar, but where my room has a minimalistic and neutral decor, Bree’s room is an explosion of color and her personality. So
OCTAVIA'S POV I was woken by the ping of my phone somewhere beside me. It was already morning, but it was still dark outside. I checked the digital clock on my nightstand; the time was six o'clock. I reached out blindly around me for my phone; I opened it and squinted at the screen. It was a message from Zion.Good morning, Octavia. Hope you slept well.I couldn’t help but smile; he is probably about to go on his daily fun Morning, Zion. I did.As an afterthought, I added, "I am guessing you did too."The reply came almost immediately."I always do," he replied with a smile emoji. I rolled onto my back, staring at the ceiling, feeling my heart tighten as I tried not to remember those times when we used to wake up together and take our usual morning runs around the block. I haven't told Bree or Rose that I have been talking to Zion, but we haven't even been talking that much yet; what's there to tell anyway?"I'm just checking in to make sure you’re okay. Have a great day, Octavia."