All Chapters of Mafia's Little Pearl : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

He stepped back still smiling as he watched my expression. Was this really the end for me? Was this going to be how I died? "We're leaving in five," He announced to both me and CJ before walking out to the car. I had just watched this man, brutally torturing someone and the next thing was me sitting next to him knowing fully well I had a crush on him and at the same time, I'd become scared of him also. I got changed immediately and got into the car, settling in the backseat with Saint. I felt his eyes never leave me as I sat, looking straight ahead and pulling down my skirt which didn't stop going to my upper thighs. The car started and we headed to the house. After some time, Saint leaned into me once again, my neck and ears feeling his hot breaths on them as he spoke. "You disobeyed me, Jade, sneaking around and all. I have to punish you, you know?" He said softly, almost in a whisper. His deep voice w

Saint's POVI had slept with her. Again. I needed to get a grip on myself. I had promised myself I wouldn't do so any longer but she kept on tempting me each day, disobeying me even. I had woken up that morning, struggling to bury the thoughts of how warm she had felt when I was inside her and how wet she always was, for me. I knew I didn't like her that way and I wasn't going to in the future either so I was sure everything was just lust, at least for me. And I needed to stop going back for more. The glares from the sun shone on my face just as I reached for my phone to check the time. It was nine in the morning and I had important guests coming soon. I hurriedly prepared for them and soon enough they came. We discussed business and they put me in on getting vital information to use in getting Matrix and might even lead me to Tequila. The dude who was supposed to get me the information in exchange for money was attending the same event I was going to the next day. It was the wel

Everywhere looked fancy and expensive. I had not been to a party which looked this way. This was really for the richest of the rich and the elites. I instantly felt out of place even though I was dressed pretty decently. We were escorted to our reserved table after Saint had shown the bouncer at the entrance the invitation card. The party had barely started when we got there. We settled down instantly and I looked around observing the area just the same time Saint did. "Here's pretty much fancy," I told Saint admiring the beautifully arranged decorations. "I agree," He replied still looking around. "Nothing seems suspicious yet." He said again. "Suspicious?" I asked him looking in the same direction as he was. "That's for me to handle. You just do your work." He answered. "Okay," I said reluctantly just as the mic sound came on and the Mc started talking. The party went on with speeches being given and all that. Then we did a toast. After that, everyone just stood around, socia

Jade's povI had made to run away again before the very familiar voice I wanted to hear that night spoke up. "It's me, Jade," Saint said, still covering my mouth. "Don't scream."He removed his hand and I turned to look at his face. I felt a huge relief seeing him and from his expression, it was possible he felt the same way. "Saint..." I trailed off. "I.. uh...still got the briefcase," I said quietly. "I'm sorry I-" "Are you okay?" He asked me lifting my face with his hand and turning it sideways to check for injuries. It was then I noticed how close I was to him with his face a few inches from mine. He touched my temple and looked to see his hand covered in blood. My eyes widened as I did the same gesture and indeed, I was bleeding. I hadn't even noticed that I was and I was sure it was from the mini fight with the guy inside the car. Saint frowned deeply, his eyebrows furrowing together and as I met his eyes, I saw anger apparent in them. "Saint... I'm sorry." I apologized, n

I sat on the chair at the countertops at the bar downing alcohol. I hated this feeling. I wanted to be the one on Saint's thighs and have his hands deep in my dress. I hated that he was with her and I hated that it felt like I was trying too hard. I hated the jealousy that burned in my heart with rage at just the thought of her and him together. Just the other day, he had called me his woman and was angry that I got hurt and then what now? He was acting differently?I scoffed. I took more gulps of the alcohol, scanning the room. It was of no use sitting around and getting angry over him when in fact I could do exactly what he was doing. We weren't together of course and it meant I could do whatever with whomever I wanted. I was prepared to go wild and of course, make him fucking jealous as well. If he was playing games with me, then he wasn't the only one who knew how to play them. I was going to make him jealous and get a reaction out of him. If that was what he wanted. I took a l