XANDER POVI HATED IT!All of this; I hated it.She didn’t come here to slither around housewives or get free smoothies and hot baths. She wasn’t on a damn vacation for crying out loud. She was Isabella Fuckin’ Jones, one of my chess pieces who were supposed to be a watchdog guarding my cocaine. That's why she was here, to work for me. And to make those bloody Italians pay for everything.I was damn fed up with them spreading their shit and branding everything in their trail. And robbing them of something they held so dear was one thing that soothed me in ways I never imagined. So I had no idea what had gotten inside of me to be so soft and end up making that damn smoothie. I hated being swayed. I was always on guard and ready to take down a motherfucker. But good fuckin’ fuck, fixing that smoothie for HER felt like one of the most natural things ever to do in life. I couldn’t help but visualize the kind of life she’ll be living after 7 months, with a smelly baby in her arms waiting
XANDER POVNot wasting any time, Scar and I delved deeper into the club and walked down the corridor, passing open doors where amateurs were getting blown or were balls deep, completely lost in euphoria. I wonder if the loud music didn’t give them migraine though. Plus the moans and the whips.Weird people and their weird shit.At the end of the hall was a door that was heavily guarded by 4 big guys, and as soon as they saw us approaching, they withdrew their guns and aimed at us. One of them stepped up to stop us, and I wondered if he was naïve or just simply stupid.He opened his mouth to say something, but then stood there frozen for about 5 seconds before the nice red formed on the middle of his forehead, and then he dropped languidly to the floor. I sent a quick glance at Scar who smirked, before focusing his attention on the fuckers who came charging at us. But their feet were not quicker than Scar’s bullet. In a matter of seconds, they were lying on the floor in the pool of the
SCAR POVPeople thought one had to be a demented sick fuck to worship someone like I did Xander. Little did they know that it took more than fear or respect to cling to someone like a shadow, follow them with every step they take and be their second skin. Call me chewing gum if you please, but Xander was stuck with me like the Kar-Jenners were with Kanye.Going back a little, I wouldn’t have been where I am today had it not been because of the woman that gave birth to me. She adored her drugs so bad she would do anything, willingly, just so long as she got her a fix of her shit. I used to long and crave the kind of love other kids received from their mothers, and I used to wonder why I don’t go to parks with my mom, why I don’t get presents and get picked up from school with an ice cream in hand. It used to hurt, being a child and not having a normal mother was like a dagger in my heart, and what made it worse was being bullied for it. But she didn't know, because she didn't care.Hav
ISA POVI couldn’t believe I was doing this!I groaned before taking a sip of the now cool tea I had in my hand and yanked down the oversized hoodie of a bloody pink and blue onesie I was wearing.I swear if I got my hands on that very particular soul that came up with such a becursed, horrible idea of dressing me up in a multi-collared onesie; I was going to shred them to pieces.Fast forward from my clash with Edwina, Becca and some of her minions visited the clinic and had Ava give them my records of the ultrasound; then met up with the prince of hell to plan and execute the whole charade. “If we’re going to pull this off sweetheart, you better work on your smile,” Xander called out suddenly standing way too close to me; way too close that I could feel his breath washing over my cheek. I gave him a death side-glance that had him snickering softly. I wanted to kill him for more reasons than one, one of them being the fact that he looked like a damn sex god exuding pheromones and sex
*BACK IN DARK WOODS*VERZI POVA deep groan of a pained savage beast rumbled from deep inside of my throat as my bloody fists continued pummeling into the disfigured face of a fucker who remained unmoving beneath my weight. But I didn’t give two shits because he probably died on the first two punches. But here I was, a thousand punches later still mauling his already sucks-to-look-at face. A pair of strong arms circled my torso from behind as they pried me off my human punching back which actually thought it had balls big enough to screw with us; lie about the whereabouts of my woman just so he can claim a 100 fucking thousand euros reward. I let the calm and collected energy seep from my brother’s warm embrace to sooth and curb the crippling pain that had my heart clenched so tight it felt gruesome to be breathing.“It’s okay. He’s dead now.” He cooed softly pulling me in a bear hug that undid all the restraints I spent so much time building. My shoulders slumped drastically as all
ISA POVTime really seemed to be having the mind of its own. Within a very short span, a month had flown by and I was well accustomed in my role in the US. And ever since the drastic gender reveal party, Xander has been a no show case and if I were to be bluntly honest, I was actually thankful for the peace and quiet. That man always managed to vex me so much I felt like biting his head whenever he was near, and his absence felt like magic. Even though I knew damn well that he still had his lackeys keeping an eye on him.Although it was almost natural to ignore his possible existence, I did know with every cell in me that there was never a time I was going to shake him off.A lot has happened in a month. Because the dearly beloved neighborhood wives found it really worth their time, attention and energy to nominate me for the annual presidential election of the little organization they had going there. I’ll admit, I was astonished that they had such a real thing going on, instead of j
XANDER POVSitting in a $500 grand penthouse on the 18th floor in the heart of Chicago, I circled the rim of the glass that contained the brandy I have been drinking for the past two hours while lost in the deep conversa- cancel that, while lost in deep negotiations.“My father used to ship the merch to Brazil, Cuba, Puerto Rico, and Peru. There are pharmaceutical labs in each country which makes it easy to do ‘business' without getting…” the man sitting across me informed while his eyes continued roaming around at the heavily armed guys that were minding their own business, patrolling in his expensive penthouse. I wonder if they didn’t ache by now.“So you’re just going to walk away from all of that? The money, your father’s legacy?” I leaned forward causing him to yelp and nearly jump out of his skin, then stifled laughter because he’s been doing that every time I breathed, which was every damn second. By the time we left here, he would be so damn sore. Leaning forward, I made sure
ISA POV“HOW MANY TIMES DO YOU WANT ME TO ANSWER THAT: I DO NOT KNOW WHAT THAT IS OR HOW IT EVEN GOT INTO MY CAR. It’s a setup, I was set up.” I called out for the umpteenth time and this time, with annoyance and exasperation lacing my tone. I have been answering the same question ever since I stepped into this interrogation room, and I was so fed up that I was no longer scared. I was for the most part, but heck; this had to be the longest hour ever.“Miss Jones, it would be really helpful and time-saving if you could tell us where you got the pack of ecstasy from, and where you were going to ship it to before getting caught. Give us a clue, anything. A name and I promise you that you’ll walk away free.”The first name to pop up in my mind was Alexander Fucking Aldermen.“Dear officer, with all due respect, you’ve been keeping me here for more than an hour, asking me the same question over and over again. My answer remains unchanged, I do not know anything about drugs unless it’s for