Semua Bab The Debt Collector: Bab 1 - Bab 5

༒ SERGEI ༒ The sound of a man begging for his life is both exquisite and annoying. I stared down blankly at Frank, or so his name was, begging pathetically for his worthless life, like the annoying piece of shit he is. I don't even know why they try. There was no other way out for them. For men like Frank. All they had to do was pay up their debt and by doing so, they made my job less annoying with their bloody pleas. Frank owed the family a debt, one so heavy I could feel the weight on his shoulders. But he had no family to pull down with him—lucky for them, bad for him. Frank was a filth and I wanted nothing more than to end his miserable life. His pleas made my ears fucking bleed. It's always the same with men like them. They took loans bigger than their balls and gambled it all down till there's nothing but their shriveling flesh left to offer, when the time came to pay up. Then they begin to beg, cry, whine for their pathetic lives. It's always so fucking ugly that I

❦•: ZARA :•❦ His eyes were the colour of a storm cloud. A very dark and angry storm cloud. They were the most beautiful shade of dark grey I’d ever seen. Dark and piercing, like they could see through your soul. The subtle glow caught in his eyes gave depth to those beautiful charcoal grey, stealing every single breath from deep within my lungs. I couldn’t breathe. Yet, I couldn’t look away. I had never been enchanted by a man in my entire life. I’d never felt this attracted to anyone. Even my boyfriend, Alan didn’t have this much effect on me when we first met. But I was drawn to his gaze… to him, like a moth to a flame. Or a deer in headlight. He was beautiful in a dark, edgy way. But it wasn’t that alone that set my heart racing. It was his face. It was painted with black and white paint that's smeared, and mixed with something red and dried. I didn't have to think too much on it because I already knew what that red stuff was. Blood. Dried blood stuck to the messy sku

❦•: ZARA :•❦ Alan stirred with a groan as I watched him slowly blink awake. His face contoured with the pained expression etched onto it. He grunted, eyelids fluttered open and then his blue gaze locked with mine. I’m seated at the edge of the bed, by his feet. My hands clasped. My index fingers and thumbs twirled as my nerves threatened to boil me. But I tried to keep my composure as I watched my boyfriend struggle awake. The collector had hit him pretty hard. It was a miracle he didn’t break a bone or something but the pain as he struggled to get up had me rushing up to his side. “Alan… how are you feeling?” I asked, my voice soft and laced with concern. I pushed up a pillow behind him to help him sit upright on the bed. Alan groaned again and one of his arms wrapped around his midriff while the other soothes his temple. He swiped his tongue over the seam of his lips, “Like shit,” he croaked out and I hurriedly fetched the water that I’d kept on the bed stand. Alan gob