Taming His Big Monster
"Please, don’t do this here” Donald cried, his white shorts were soiled. He trembled greatly and his breathing was ragged.
“Donald, you stepped on toes. Toes which you couldn’t even bend over to buckle a shoe on it. The powers that be want to take a pound of their flesh” The man grabbed the blade and knelt on one knee. He caressed Donald's neck with his finger.
“Don’t do this in front of my wife and kids. Let’s go elsewhere and talk” Donald sounded like he had resigned to his fate.
“Any last word” The man ordered his men to lift Donald.
“I don’t want to die like this, in front of my daughter” He whimpered.
“If we wanted to kill you outside, it would have been easy. But we maneuvered our way through for a reason” the Man said, as he got up, and beckoned for a blade.
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In a world where crime rules, a world compromised by powers that be. A weak Alicia finds herself in such realms. The night her Dad is murdered is the beginning of her destiny. She is torn between two worlds; two twin brothers who are crime lords. Making a decision is difficult as she is only in the lowest chain of power. Weak, confused, and dejected, she must rise to the occasion. Vengeance, Sex, betrayal, and death are the order of the day. Alicia is faced with two twins who seek to kill each other.
Will she ignite emotions in the very one who denied the existence of love?
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Chapter: A Title, A Bond.THBM EP 170~DOMINIC~ *******A MONTH LATER*****It's been exactly a month since I lost my consigliere in that unforgettable encounter, thanks to my late twin who is also wandering around right now in his ghost form or probably burning in hell. A month after I let Alicia into the deepest depths of me, no one, not even I, was aware of their existence until my little fireball came. She's also been the reason why I didn't go insane after I lost my best friend. Chris did say he'd visit me in my dream and he did, he did come to me once, only that he was smiling and not being a worrywart as he'd normally do when he was still here with us, and I still couldn't, up till this moment, help the pain that coursed through me, the hard throe he left behind in my heart, they're still as new as the day I last saw him. The day he left forever, the day my consigliere's eyes shut closed forever. Death in the Mafia was inevitable; he knew what he was in for when he became my right-hand man, but he n
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Chapter: Scary Love.THBM EP 169~DOMINIC~"Fuck. You didn't have to do that to my heart and cock, Alicia. fuck." I growled ferally. Arousal dripping from my husky voice, halting her words as i flipped us over effortlessly in a flash, Her back meeting the soft mattress as i hovered over her. A smile grazed her lips But her plumpy pink lips morphed into an erotic loud moan that traveled its way into my head, fusing with my brain and sending signals to my heart that couldn't stop running wild and rampant against my chest as I peppered her face with kisses, taking the time I didn't have and yet, I needed to savor her flavor, her scent and every reaction she made. I needed to embed myself into her skin; I needed to engrave her into my memory, my skin, my cock, my heart, and my sanity. Alicia fucking Donald, The woman who brought down my walls, barged her way into my heart and not only found a spot there but occupied the entire thing and made it listen to her every binding. And I was going to make sure I did t
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Chapter: Remind Me Who I Belong To.THBM EP 168~ALICIA~A startled gasp escaped my lips the moment I unlatched my lashes and that was because of the face that hovered over mine in a dimly golden lit room. My heartbeat that skyrocketed skittered to a halt the moment the haze in my eyes dissipated and I could make out the owner of the face that ate up my entire vision.Dominic. Only that, he looked viscously regal, and considering the deep contour between his brows, he was angry as he glared daggers down at me, the deadlines of his piercing glares were like mysterious hypnotizing drums that filtered into my ears, went straight to my marrows and settled on my heart that resumed it's haunting, vigorous rampant marathon against my tender ribcage.Getting hold of myself and fighting the tremors that engulfed my body in violent shivers and the multiple aches that exploded through my body, I tried to draw to a sitting position but my eyes bulged and welled when his hand shot straight to my throat and wrapped his fingers around
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Chapter: A secret.THBM EP 167~ALICIA~"B-Boss. I'm sorry...I'm glad you're okay...you made it, and that makes you a powerful mentor I'd want to have in my next life. I wanted it to be you whom I protected with my life...but I was late and so...I had to save her first...I'm sorry...she wanted to meet you...urgh...fuck..." Chris groaned in pain, choking on the enormous amount of blood that splurted out of his mouth, eyes drooping as he fought to keep them open. My blood boiled like molten lava, erupting and rupturing through my veins as I glared viscous daggers at the thick metal that pierced through his guts, compressing him to the wall while a huge wall squashed his lower half to the ground, my consigliere's blood was streaming like a waterfall in front of me and I couldn't save him, all I could do was tremble in rage and pain, a harsh lump of tears knotted in my throat, vigorously constricting my breath as I watched my friend breathing his last."Why did you come back for me, Chris, why?! fucking how
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Chapter: Twin, Let's Die Together.THBM EP 167~DOMINIC~"The exact hell you seeing, dear brother." Desmond growled through his loud snickers. My heartbeat accelerated abnormally in fear, raw fear, not for my life, but for the fact that I might not be able to see the face that kept flashing across my head.No, I needed to go back to her, and there were no signs that Desmond was joking. I wouldn't die in the hands of this wanker, he lured me into his lair to blast us both off, huh? The beeping sounds from the controller in his hands intensified and his sniggers turned more nefarious and sinister as he clutched it closer to his chest.Taking a step to bolt out of the room, his voice rang again, halting me in place."Dream on, Dominic. There are only forty seconds left, and the whole house has been mounted. I knew you would come, but I still wanted to try my luck to see if I could get out of the country before you arrived, blow the house off, and get the Media to fake my death so I could reemerge a few years later, just l
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Chapter: Already Dead.THBM EP 165~DOMINIC~The tyres of my black van screeched to a halt in front of a gigantic white paint house. The same house where I almost lost Alicia yesterday, the same house where the blonde fucker had her take his ugly shaft, the same house where his blood was going to spill today.Sliding my black shades on, I stepped out of the car through the door that was already left open for me. Darting my gaze between my two most trusted men who were currently in black holsted pants, sleek black turtleneck polos that exposed their rippling biceps, and black boots with knives at the tip, Ethan in black shades who's outfit mirrored mine, while Chris held his hair back with a black band around his head. I had checked into a hotel on my way out of the hospital to take a quick shower in an attempt to get rid of Alicia's blood that clung to my skin and reminded me of her pale face, the flames, and the tentacles that held me hostage and turned me helpless and that was eating at my sanity a bit to
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Chapter: Chapter 10-Some BoyAdrian | The Same EveningThe office still smells like her when I drape my coat over my shoulders and leave. I notice this the way you notice something wrong with a room before you can identify what it is — a shift in the air, something sweet that does not belong to the usual order of cedar and paper and the particular cold of conditioned silence. Something warmer. Something that sits underneath the cedar now like it was always there and I simply was not paying attention.Strawberry. Of course it’s strawberry. It’s Aria.Something floral, sweet and absolutely, horrifyingly wrong.It invades my senses, going somewhere I do not authorize.I have always known her smell. I told myself it was the smell of her shampoo that she will grow up out of. That it was the smell of a child who liked sweet things. Sweets, pastries, the particular sweetness of someone who has not yet learned to want anything complicated. I told myself this and filed it and did not take it back out of the file.Was it
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Chapter: Chapter 9-It’s An OutfitAria~He wasn’t supposed to be back until three.His coat is still on, dark charcoal, the line of it deliberate across his shoulders. His shirt is open at the collar — one button, not careless, Adrian is never careless, the exact degree of undone he decided to permit. His hair is slightly damp at the temples, like the day touched him somewhere outside and he has not yet had time to erase the evidence. The silver frames of his glasses catch the light when he lifts his chin.The stillness in my bones crack. I take two steps back. Creating space between us.He looks at me from beneath the specs.Not the file. Not the room.Me.“Your father’s errand,” he says. “Yes.”My voice sounds normal.That feels like a private miracle.“Cassandra said you wouldn’t be back until three.”“The visit moved.”Of course it did.“I was just leaving.”“I can see that.”He steps fully into the room. The door swings softly shut behind him and the office changes shape around the fact of him in it.The space b
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Chapter: Chapter 8-The ErrandAria | Four Weeks LaterThe outfit was Zara’s idea.Not the research group — that was mine, earned, Professor Harland’s assistant calling on a Thursday afternoon while I was eating cereal over the sink and trying to remember what normal felt like. But the outfit was Zara at seven forty-five this morning, standing in my wardrobe with the specific expression of a woman conducting a professional assessment and finding the subject lacking.“You’re not wearing that,” she said, pointing at what I had laid out. Dark trousers. A safe blouse. The kind of outfit that says I am serious and competent and absolutely not trying to be seen.“It’s a research meeting.”“It’s your first research meeting.” She was already pulling things out. “There’s a difference.”What she found was mine. I had forgotten I owned any of it. A cream ribbed tank, soft and fitted. A black leather mini skirt, high-waisted, unapologetically short. Knee-high boots with a slight heel that I bought in October on a day I was
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Chapter: Chapter 7-Crumbling ControlAdrian~ I look at the photograph for a long time. It comes without warning.Not through the layers. Not with the filing system catching it first.A Sunday afternoon.The gate at the end of the drive, and her on the step watching it. Not with a book. Not with anything. Just watching, with the specific patience of someone who has made a decision and is giving the world time to execute it. Her elbows on her knees. Her good dress already creased at the back from sitting. The buttons on her jacket done up wrong — second button in the first hole, the whole thing slightly crooked — and she either hasn’t noticed or doesn’t care.She sees me come through the gate.The expression on her face — unguarded, immediate, the specific uncurated relief of a child who has been waiting and has been trying not to show that the waiting was hard.“You’re late, uncle Adrian.”“I am. You didn’t have to wait.”She looks at me with the particular expression of a seven-year-old for whom having to is entirely be
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Chapter: CHAPTER SIX — SHARP GIRLAdrian | Monday MorningMarcus is in my car.This was not my idea.He was standing at the bottom of my building at six-fifty-two in the morning with a coffee in each hand and the specific expression of a man who has decided something and is not going to discuss whether he has the right to decide it. I had looked at him through the windscreen for approximately three seconds. Then I had unlocked the door.He got in. He handed me one of the coffees. He did not explain himself.We drove in silence for four minutes.“You think I need babysitting,” I said.“I think nothing of the sort,” Marcus said, looking out the window.“You’re standing outside my building at six-fifty-two on a Monday morning with two coffees.”“I was in the area.”“You live twenty minutes in the other direction.”“I was in the area,” he said again, with enormous composure.I looked at the road.“You’re three years older than me,” I said.“I’m aware.”“Not twenty years. Three.”“Yes.”“Then I don’t require—”“The paparaz
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Chapter: CHAPTER FIVE — MR. GREYAria | Three Weeks LaterThe wall has marks on it.I notice them every morning now. Four pale rectangles where the paint held differently underneath—Slightly brighter, slightly protected—because something used to hang there and doesn’t anymore. You can see exactly where the edges were. The precise shape of what I removed.I should repaint over them.I haven’t.I don’t know why I haven’t. Maybe because it would require acknowledging that I’m looking at them, and I have been very committed, these past three weeks, to not acknowledging things.I roll onto my back and look at the ceiling instead.My phone buzzes.“Okay so,” Zara says, without preamble, “I’m going to need you to explain something to me.”“Good morning to you too.”“I am in the middle of something very important and I need answers.” The sound of her eating something. Cereal, probably. Zara eats cereal at all hours of the day with the dedication of someone who has fully committed to one lifestyle choice. “There is a magazine
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