I slapped the picture on the desk. I don't need one. Marcus has already checked every detail of her family. Her father's parents are still alive and staying away from the hustle and bustle of city life. Her grandparents are unaware of her presence in the world. They are innocent hardworking people and staying with their elder son and his wife and their two sons who have moved out of the house and are staying in New York. And her mother, that grabbed my attention. There's no record of her before her wedding with her father, Connor Hill. Only a powerful person like us could wipe this out. Today my wife said she saw her. I believe her. She could fake her death too. But why? "Why the fuck you called us, Man?" Ivan snorted. I stared at him coldly. Marcus kept his hooded gaze at me from behind the rim. He understands me more than Ivan. "What is it?" He thudded the glass down. "Clara said she saw her mother today." Tha
Three of us entered the club. It’s eerily quiet in our club. My father likes to run it according to his ways. The music played in low voice, neon lights dancing on the dance floor and there was nobody except some guards and us. Everything reflects wealth here. We took the stairs to the VIP hall. It was closed today. No ear to overhear us. "She's glad here." Ivan muttered. I can understand his feelings now when I'm in love with the girl I was watching from afar for the last fifteen months. "Your father..." Marcus smirked. "I don't have a word. What about fucker." He arched his brows at him. "Call whatever you want to. He's being a pain in the ass." Ivan clenched his hands on the banister, looking down at the empty dance floor. Sighing, he moved toward the bar. I tapped my fingers impatiently against the cold metal. "What did you find, Mark?" I didn't have patience when it included my wife. She smiles but the ping in her eyes tig
I glanced at the door for the hundredth time and then my gaze swept on the hanging wall. It's almost twelve and there's no sign of him. I thought to call him many times but I don't want hopes rising within me. He bought me the best things, including a phone and a laptop. I never used them. I don't have anyone to call. I know Willow and she's staying with us and my husband, he always comes around whenever I need him. I wanted to be with Willow but she insisted that I stay here until she finished her talk with Donovan. This was the last place I wanted to be. But Willow wanted to be the bridge between them that would lead their family to the path of peace. I stopped pacing in the guest room. My head turned to the door as I heard the footsteps. I'm frightened because Vincenzo doesn't know anything about my visit. Mother agreed to Willow's plan; it made our walk out of the house easy. I broke the rules my husband warned me to follow all the time. The
Marcus pulled the car. Ivan didn't wait for him to stop and opened the door and jumped out. His gun was already clenched in his hands. I opened the door. When I was about to get down, a hand curled around my shoulder. "You look impossibly calm. It's not you. We're a family." He told me. "I want to burn down everything but it wouldn't calm the hell down within me. I'll decide what to do with them after seeing her, holding her to my chest. I'll give them tenfold of every fucking torture of this world." I snarled under my breath, my eyebrows scrunched in exasperation. I'm feeling hollow within me. And a strong need to spill the blood is driving me to the edge. Her scared face halted my monster waiting for the right time. We hurried our steps inside the hall. My feet slowed down smelling the crimson in the air. I slid my hand under my coat and took out the knife. "Guards are dead. I should understand when there was no one at the door. I'm
My mind quickly worked through the fog I felt after opening my eyes. Pitch dark surrounded me. I've been abducted from Donovan's house. I hope Willow will be fine. Every time I drew a deep sigh, I didn't smell lavender in our room, but dirt around me. I could feel the cold floor against my bare thighs. This isn't good. I should be back home. Disappointment and sadness replaced fear when the door cracked open. "Ah! See, who's up?" Her excited tone startled me. She leaned against the door and kept looking at me with her dark smile. She's not good. I blinked a few times against the light. My headache was a good distraction. I scanned the room. It was an empty and dull room, with no paint, and no decoration. Ghost room. "Untie me." I glared at her, realizing that my hands and feet were tied. She chuckled more, shaking her head. "Someone is eagerly waiting for you to wake up." She paced in the room in her pointed red heels. I
The continued tapping of fingers on my shoulder and someone calling me 'Doll' broke my sleep. His brown eyes were staring at me down, a frown was covering his forehead. I opened my eyes, blinking. A smile grasped his mouth. "You woke up. Let's play." He grabbed my wrist. I was still struggling to clear the web of my sleep. I stumbled but his grip was impossibly strong. The tapping of his fingers was also strong. What could have happened to him? Did she do something to him? He pulled down and I saw many toys surrounding me. He must have purchased a full shop. "There, you can take her." He shoved the doll in my lap and grabbed his two soldier-looking toys. "What are you doing?" My voice was groggy. "It's you." He poked his finger in the stomach of the doll. He lifted his left hand. "My brother and me." He lifted his right hand. "Me. We're good people. Some bad people took you away. We'll come to save you." He said. A smile craw
Dread froze me. Tina wasn't lying. Some girls next to me were naked and some were barely covering themselves. There was one thing common between us. Fear and tears in our eyes. I was the only one with clothes from my chest to my thighs. There wasn't much light but excluded the stage. The spotlights were falling over us. Lusty gazes were catching our every moment. There were whistles and dirty words could be heard aiming at us. They lined us up. Gena, my mother's sister, is standing proudly behind the hostess wearing a silky dress with stripes. I wanted to wipe off her evil haughty smile and wanted her to push into the deep well where I sure couldn't come out of it Including my mother and every evil person present here. Anger washed through my blood seeing most of the girls in chains. I wanted someone to slap me so I could break this nightmare and return to reality. This was the worst situation I could get myself into. I turned to run away. But His
My patience was thinning. It has been more than two hours waiting for them. My stare grew hardened on him. "I trust my brother. Our sister was the last wish of our father. No one messed up Father's last wish." Enzo snorted. He fished his phone out with a snort. He hoisted it up after clicking on the display. "Ed," He said out loud. I was about to yank his phone away. Clara must be with him. Marcus grabbed me by the arm. "Let him talk." "My wife. I don't know where she is." I rubbed my temple. Fisting my hands, stopping myself from punching someone. "She's with her brother." He lowered his voice. I stared at Enzo. "A brother. She never met. We don't know a thing about them." My lips flattened. "They're a few seconds away. Some motorcycle guys are chasing them and a black SUV. Should I consider you - bosses prepared or do you need special time?" Enzo asked, lifting his brows. I wanted to wipe off his smirk. "