All Chapters of Tiffany's Desire: Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

The gun was directly at his head, I was ready to pull the trigger and his looks could have made me shoot but I kept my cool, not loosening my grip on the gun. I was so taken aback by his relentless nagging. This boy don change.Worst, when are we going to stop fighting ourselves over any little things. I could have shot him dead if I just wasn't patient enough. He kept on nagging about his bleeding nose and I wasn't prepared to either apologize or make empty threats.Eventually, he gave me a sombre look and quietly went to bed, leaving me alone with my murderous thoughts. I could have killed him!Snapping the gun on the table, I decided to focus on the task at hand. I reached into my pocket and pulled out the flash drive Massimo had given me earlier. It felt so cold as what was inside it to was, I examined it closely, admiring Massimo's skill in getting the information from Gladys. Much as I think Massimo is a nerd around me, I admire his courage. Though, I hoped to distan

TIFFANY'S POVThe bell rang and I was more than happy to run out of class. Strapping my bag over my shoulder, I walked out and headed straight to my locker. I sat at the back during class as I almost always did, but today felt weird. I felt like the stares were digging through my chest this time not my back, I felt like they were all secretly saying to themselves. Well, I heard a little but I couldn't tell if my head was just playing me."that's the sexy Tiffany, have you seen her nudes?" "Tiny Boobies" "I will say I love her belly baby fat. My girlfriend is so sick of it that she would starve for a whole day"A shoulder bag, converse shoes, a jacket and a pair of baggy jeans. It wasn't really hard to identify Gladys, what was hard was ignoring her. "All I can tell you is watch out for Gladys," the words rang in my head again. Was there more to what Luciano said? I couldn't seem to get it out of my head.I pulled up my hood well making sure it was well over my head, it was

My bare hands were vivid raw from scrubbing that god forsaken toilet, and also washing the clothes. The house was in chaos before, I couldn't even stand to do anything, not to even eat, and now, standing in the middle of the sitting room, I smiled.Absolute chaos turned to miracle. I took in the solace in the clean, fresh scent that now wafted through the house. I had spent literally the entire morning washing my clothes and also Luciano's, then I went to clean his own room and the other rooms before going to tidy up every other corner of the house.It was my way of finding some peace and control amidst the chaos that had unexpectedly entered my life, which, sadly, was caused by my best friend.I sighed, feeling a mix of exhaustion and restlessness. I couldn't even think of what to do. Looking at the bookshelf, I decided to arrange it. It took me about ten minutes to arrange the books. I was humming a song I heard on the radio, soon, I got tired of it. To distract myself from my rav

It was getting late and I couldn't stop looking around. Everything about this place just seem extremely interessing in some kind of way and I don't know why.Luciano wasn't home yet and it was getting me worried. I sighed for the seventh time in a row and stretched to pick up my phone.I dialed his number and quietly waited for the beep tone."You've reached me. Leave a text and I'll call you back if it's important." The call diverted to voicemail and beeped in my ear."Fucking asshole," I cussed at the voice and dropped the phone gently. Luciano's voice could be a sweet melody but not in this kind of situation.There is nothing more annoying than being locked in and being unable to do anything about it.He once promised he was not going to lock me in like an animal but he was still doing it. I couldn't bring myself to think of a good reason why but al I wanted was for him to return home.I felt the need to see him and tell him of my fear too— fuck, i'm worried sick about being preg

I remained quiet cause I didn't see the need to answer that question. This dude would just be doing whatever he feels like and expect me to understand."Tiffany," Luciano called again and I shook my head. "Why did you do that, Tiff? Why did you steal my gun?"I sniffed back the tears and wiped my eyes. "I just didn't want the father of my child to be sent to prison."My voice wasn't as clear as I wanted because I was crying. "Tiffany," he scoffed and sighed audibly. "We don't even know if you're pregnant yet," he blurted. He looked at me in fear, care, and surprise. There was this look on his face that I have never seen before and I don't know what to call it."That was so fucking risky, Tiff. What if they searched you? What explanation would you have given for holding a gun? Don't do that ever again. Is that clear?"I gave a small nod even though I knew that I was only helping him. "Now give it back," he ordered and I raised my shirt. I brought out the gun from my belly and han