All Chapters of Becoming his Salvation: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Julia POV "Shit!!" I yelled particularly to no one. "Language Julia," came a voice from inside. Standing at the door of my apartment, I hurriedly put on my shoes. "I’m late again, mama; what do you want me to say? My boss would definitely kill me." I yelled as I took my bag. "I have told you not to sleep in the evening, but you listen to no one," Mama said. Taking the stairs two at a time, I reached the ground floor of my apartment building. I ran without carrying a bit if I crashed with anyone, or worse, with anything. I hailed a taxi because I wasn't able to catch the bus, and if I waited for the next bus, I would be more late than I already am. My boss had warned me about my laziness, and I had a strong feeling that today would be my last day. I stand in front of the door to normalize my breathing, combing my fingers through my unruly black hair. Pushing open the back door of the club Louvre Sono, I rushed inside only to bump into something. Except, it wasn’t something, but

Romeo POV I was on the verge of doing something terribly wrong, but fortunately, I caught myself in time. However, her stubbornness and boldness only fueled my anger, making me feel an overwhelming urge to harm her. Strangely, she didn't seem afraid of me. It was as if she had encountered someone like me before, someone monstrous. There was a sense of emptiness in her eyes that sent shivers down my spine. "You're pushing me to do something horrible to you," I muttered, closing the distance between us once again. It was a strange feeling brewing inside me, something new. I wanted to possess her, body and soul. I hadn't come to this rundown place for the purpose of finding someone to sleep with. No, I was here in search of a traitor who had dared to deceive me. Usually, I would assign my men to deal with such scum, but this time, I wanted to send a clear message within my organization. I wanted to show everyone what would happen to the rest of the traitors if they ever crossed me. T

Julia POV After my show, I sat near the bar counter, rubbing my sore muscles, losing a knot that had formed from dancing for so long. Taking a short break, which I begged Raul to give me or else I would die on the stage, he allowed it, but it was only for fifteen minutes. It’s been a week where I haven’t seen that man and a week that Raul didn’t fire me and make me work overtime. I couldn’t blame him; if I had been in his shoes, I would have done far worse than him. I just curse my life for all of my misfortunes. If I didn't need money, I wouldn’t be working here, and moreover, I wouldn't have met that man, who only reminds me of my dark past, which I was running from all this time. But on the plus side, not seeing that man's face is quite good for me. The way our first meeting was, I don't want to see him again. My body still remembers his touches. Those burning desires, which I felt for the first time and wanted to feel more of it. Those lucid hands imprinted themselves on my body

Julia POV I stared at him as he undressed in front of me. I am not sure if it is the effect of drugs or his physique that is luring me. But I never took my gaze away from him. His well-built muscles flexed, when he pulled off his shirt, and tossed it somewhere in the room. My gaze moved down, past his shoulder blades, to his pants. I felt my breath caught in my throat at the sight of his erection straining against the cloth. The feeling returned, tempting me to curl up again, but the strong arms of his grasped my hands, trapping them above my head. He dipped down and kissed my lips. I wanted to pull him towards me but when I couldn’t budge my hand I looked up and saw them tied on the bed post. I wanted to complain about it when he smashed his lips onto mine again, throwing my whining out of the window. "Relax," he soothes, sliding his hand on my body. His slender fingers slide from my neck to my breast. That’s when the realization hit me, I was still wearing my dancing outfit, a tw

Romeo POV After not sleeping for like a week, my body finally came to rest as soon as I held her. Our bare bodies snuggled against each other; her warm pool of skin covered my cold and frigid one. What to ask more? The perfect silence aided my peace. No wonder I feel at ease. This girl holds so much power over me that I couldn't put my finger upon it. It feels like God is finally giving me something to hold on to, but why now when I’m already at the edge? When I already have a shield around me, why is he helping me now? Why not when I’m in desperate need of it? All these past days, I forced my body to rest. The sleeping pill that Dr. Agantino prescribed only made my body numb for a few hours, but it was only for a few hours. This time I didn’t need those sleeping pills; All I needed was her in my arms, and that was enough for me to sleep peacefully. Is this what real addiction feels like? In all my twenty-eight years of life, I had done tons of addiction from alcohol to cocaine. Na