All Chapters of Master Drake's Submissive: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

POV LisaWhen the doors to Drake's apartment close behind him, the first thing I ask myself is what the hell am I doing here? I've been insulted in this house, called names. It even got to the point where I told myself I'd never set foot in this house again. But all it took was one little word from him and I was back like a lost soul, because he told me to. Not ordered. However, he did owe me some explanations, such as how he knew my father's solicitor's son and what he was doing there. I put my bag on a sofa and sit down on it. My body jerks and I start shaking so violently that I collapse onto the carpet. From where I'm lying, I can see Drake coming towards me with a worried expression, my vision is blurred and I'm starting to find it harder and harder to breathe. What the hell is happening to me? My eyes close and I hear a thud, then someone grabs my head and gently shakes me."Baby, open your eyes. " Tears begin to fall from my eyes and I feel the gentle caress of a hand on my ch

POV Drake. I enter the doctor's office with a grim expression on my face, and he looks at me worriedly. I answer nothing and close the door behind me. "It seems you've had a very bad week, Mr Lancaster. ""Can't you tell? " He answers nothing and walks over to the drawer where he took the chessboard last time. He walks over to the small table and places it on it. "You promised me we'd finish our game, you. Do you remember that? " I have to bite my tongue twice to keep from telling him to go fuck himself. Do I really look like I want to play? I'm worried sick about Lisa, she's rejecting my calls. I'm paralyzed on this armchair, unable to do anything, I want to get up and run to her. But I can't. Because of me. Only because of myself. "I really don't feel like playing doctor. My head's not in it at the moment. ""Then what's on your mind? " The words want to break through the barrier of my lips, but again I hold back from speaking. It's just too hard. And I know that because of t

POV Drake.She shudders at my voice and freezes. I've surprised her. Good, that was my intention. Because I too fell four stories today when I saw her on that terrace with him. I've asked Lucas to put two men on her side for protection. I'm getting to know Lisa and I'm beginning to know that her silence is never a good sign. Especially when she's this angry. I know very well that she's about to do something stupid, like trying to get revenge on her own, for example, but I know very well that it's a bad idea, she can't face this man on her own. He's bloody dangerous! But she's stubborn, maybe even more so than I am, knowing that she went to see this guy and that he put his hands on her, and that she let him do it, really pisses me off. I take her hand and pull her onto my legs. "You didn't come to work today. " "What? You're watching me now? ""Lisa... " "Let go of me! "she cuts me off. If I could have carried her, I would have done it myself. But I can't. So I motion to Zack to he

POV Ryan.I park my car on the corner of this seedy neighborhood. I look around to make sure no one's around. Then I breathe a sigh of relief. I lean back in the armchair and light a cigarette. I hate coming to Sydney's palm hole, but when circumstances force me to, I don't really have a choice. It's in this godforsaken hole that you find everything men like me need, henchmen when you want to make someone disappear, whores, drugs and I'm even certain that in this shithole I could find someone capable of imitating my brother's signature even better than himself. I inhale the smoke from my cigarette, then spit it out into the air in circles. Ever since I learned to do this trick, I can't get enough of it. Sierra loved it too. I close my eyes and shake my head. What the hell am I doing thinking about her at a time like this? No, what's wrong with me thinking about her at all? Sierra is part of a past I'd like to put behind me, far away. I catch a glimpse of a silhouette in the dark, and

POV BrianI tap my foot on the floor, hang up for the fifth time since this morning and throw the phone on the bed. Why doesn't she answer me? Why is she avoiding my calls? I've been trying to reach her for two bloody days without any success. My thoughts begin to wander and I start to imagine everything and anything. Who could she be with? Is she with him? Is he putting his hands on her again? I don't want him anywhere near her! I think back to our conversation, to the moment when he clearly told me Lisa would never be mine. I tried to kill him, I threw myself at him with a butter knife, I wanted to stick it in his neck, if only that bodyguard hadn't interfered. I don't want anything to disturb this reconciliation between Lisa and me. Especially not now, after all these years, I've finally found her and I've no intention of losing her. I close my eyes and think back to that day when we were at university, I'd just had an argument with my father and I was at my lowest ebb. Once aga