LOGINDominic's POV I took one last long drag from the cigarette, letting the smoke fill my lungs. The two girls were still on their knees, faces shiny with sweat and my cum.“Get the fuck out,” I said coldly. “Now!”The girls quickly grabbed their clothes and ran out of the room without saying a word. The door slammed behind them. My wound still throbbed under the bandage, but the pain only fed my anger.“Bruno!” I yelled loudly, my voice echoing off the walls.Bruno rushed into the room, breathing fast. He stopped short when he saw me standing there.“Sir?” Bruno asked.I stepped closer, eyes hard. “Where is she?”Bruno looked confused. “Who, sir?” he asked.I swung my fist fast and punched him hard in the face. His head snapped back and blood came from his lip.“I fucking said, where is she??!” I shouted angrily.Bruno swallowed hard, tasting blood. “You mean Cierra, sir?” he asked carefully.I grabbed his collar and pulled him close. “If you question me one more time, I’ll blow your fu
Cierra's POV “What did you do?” I demanded, my voice strained with panic as it cut through the suffocating tension filling the room.The three of us stood there...me, Diego, and George, locked in a tight, suffocating triangle of silence, staring at one another like strangers bound together by something darker than trust.George was the first to break that silence, his frustration spilling out in a sharp, controlled tone that barely masked the anger beneath. He stepped forward slightly, his eyes narrowing at me. “Why didn’t you tell him I took the body off??”I exhaled sharply, dragging my hand through my hair. “I was about to tell him, but he stabbed him before I could even say a word.”My eyes shifted toward Diego as I said it, and the moment they met his, I saw something flicker across his face...something unsteady, something that hadn’t been there before.Diego ran a hand over his face, his movements restless as he began pacing across the room, his steps uneven and agitated. “I d
Dominic's POVI woke up gasping hard. My chest burned like fire. I tried to breathe, but every breath hurt.Blood gushed out from the spot where Cierra shot me. Right below my ribs, It was warm and thick and red.....It soaked my shirt and dripped onto the cold floor.I sat up slowly, groaning loud and deep. The pain was so bad I screamed.“Arghhh! Fuck! It hurts so much!” My voice echoed in the small locked room.I grabbed my side and pressed hard, but the blood kept coming. I groaned again, longer this time, like a wounded dog. “Shit… shit… ahhh! God damn it!”I dragged myself to the door. It was locked tight. I started hitting it with my fists. My knuckles split open, but I did not care. The pain in my chest was worse.“Open this motherfucking door!” I screamed. “Open it now, you bastards! Open it!”The door clicked and flew open fast. Two of my guards rushed in.“Sir, are you okay??” one asked, his voice shaking.I did not answer with words. I punched the first one straight in the
Cierra's POV “Why the fuck are the police outside?” I demanded, my voice sharp but uneven as it broke through the thick sound of my own breathing. I struggled to keep up with George’s pace, my legs already aching from how long we had been running without stopping.George didn’t slow down, he didn’t even glance back at me, and that alone made something uneasy twist inside my stomach, because when George avoided eye contact, it always meant he was thinking too fast, hiding too much, or both at once. “I have no idea,” he replied, his voice low and tight, like he was forcing calm into a situation that was already slipping out of control.We kept running, our feet pounding against the uneven ground, the sound of dry leaves crunching beneath us.Then suddenly....A body crashed into us, My heart jumping violently as I lifted my head and saw him. It was Diego.The moment our eyes met, something heavy and suffocating pressed down on my chest, a mixture of guilt and fear.“I heard the sirens
Cierra's POV “No, no, no, no, no, no!” The words burst out of me in a frantic, panicked rush. "That’s a lie. Greg is not your son. Get the fuck out of here right now!”George’s eyes flashed with raw anger and disbelief. “How dare you lie to me, Cierra? How dare you hide my own child from me for ten years and still lie to my face about it?!”Diego stepped closer, his face a mask of confusion and growing suspicion. “What is going on here?”I pointed desperately at George. “Nothing! This is nothing. Diego, please, let’s just go inside and talk.”Diego ignored me and looked straight at George. “Greg is George’s son, right? Why have you been hiding it from him all this time?”I shook my head frantically, tears burning in my eyes. “Because I don’t want Greg to be part of this mafia world! I don’t want him around any of this backward, dangerous life!”Diego’s voice turned sharp and accusing. “Says the mother who just gave him the audacity to pull a trigger??”“No!” I cried out. “That’s diff
Cierra's POV The gunshot tore through the room with a sudden, violent force that seemed to split the air apart, echoing against the walls and refusing to die down quickly.Mallory’s body reacted first, collapsing onto the floor in a slow, lifeless motion that made the moment feel unreal.Greg stood in the center of the room completely frozen, his eyes wide open and unfocused, filled with shock that had not yet transformed into full understanding....Then his body gave way.His legs weakened suddenly, unable to support him any longer under the emotional and physical shock he was experiencing, and before he could fully collapse, I rushed forward instinctively, my body moving faster than my thoughts. I reached him and caught him in my arms just as he began to fall, holding him tightly as his weight pressed into me and the gun slipped from his hands and dropped behind us.“I’m sorry… I didn’t mean to… Mom… I didn’t want this…” he cried out, his voice breaking into fragments as the words
George's POV I didn’t notice the silence at first, that was the strange thing about it.The bathroom door had barely clicked shut behind me when I realized the apartment felt… wrong. Too quiet. The kind of quiet that presses against your ears until you’re aware of your own breathing. I wiped my f
Cierra's POV The room felt like it was holding its breath.Not just the people inside it, the walls. The ceiling. The air itself. Everything seemed suspended, waiting for something terrible to be spoken aloud. I could feel it pressing down on my chest, making every breath shallow, unfinished.My f
George's POV The hospital corridor felt too white, too clean, like a place where truth went to get sterilized before it was handed back to you. I stood there with Cierra’s phone in my hand, my thumb hovering over a number I had no business calling, yet couldn’t avoid.Jamal.The name burned qu
Cierra's POV The kiss was slow at first, but it became tensed as he grabbed my waist to the bed, trailing kisses all over my body. I moaned in pleasure and began unzipping his jean, he quickly unhooked my bra, and kept on kissing me.My body betrayed me. My composure went off. I miss him.I mis







