I groaned and rolled over in bed when the sun peered through the window. My head is pounding and the smell of vomit is strong and it’s turning my stomach. After we ate pizza the girls and I went to a club and drank shots and danced. I don’t remember getting home, it's fuzzy. How much did I drink?My eyes widened in horror when my face was inches away from a pile of puke. Gross!And the sickest part is, I think it’s mine. I grabbed the sheets of the bed and placed them in the hamper and stepped into the shower. The warm water felt so good and relaxing, and didn't do much for my headache or nausea.I stayed under the water until it turned cold before I got out. I put on my bikini and slip and tank top over top and blue jean shorts. No doubt the girls will still want to hit up the beach. My phone rings and I grab it from the bedside table and I swallow the lump in my throat before I answer it.“Sir,” “Whitney, how are you feeling?” I mentally sigh he doesn’t really care about that,
We’ve been in California for two days now and it’s been club after club, shots after shots. Another shot glass reaches my hand and I down it and nod my head to the bartender. He turns and pours me another shot of vodka. At the previous club I drank a shit ton of tequila now it’s vodka. I put the vodka to my lips, opening my mouth I tip the glass emptying its contents in one go.“Whitney, you need to slow down on drinking,”Sierra warns me. I roll my eyes she doesn’t know how fucked up my life is and why I need to drown myself with alcohol and disappear into oblivion. Dwayne texted me during dinner to inform me that Nikolai Volkov will be arriving tomorrow evening, oh he also warned me to be on my best behavior. I will be the good girl daddy wants me to be. I'll even go along with his plans to marry me off to this Nikolai, but tonight? I’m going to soak up as much of my freedom. Come tomorrow my freedom will be no more.I reach for my third shot of vodka and Sierra grabs my wrist. “N
The limousine stops at Avery’s mansion and we all climb out of the car. It’s not as late as I thought, only 10:00 pm wow I guess I did end the fun early. I followed Sierra and Aurora inside. I was about to head upstairs with them when Enzo grabbed my hand. “Not so fast Bambina,” He pulls me toward the hallway where his office is, when Sierra clears her throat. “Whitney, grandpa called. He wanted me to tell you to call him,” She said.“Did..” I paused, licking my dry lips. “Did you tell him about the clubs or drinking?” She shook her head.“He didn’t ask,” She replied, walking up the steps. If Dwayne would have asked her she wouldn’t have lied again she would have told him the truth, and the truth might be dangerous for me. Marcus is probably itching to beat me some more. “He can wait,” Enzo said, pulling me down the hallway. The door he opened and pulled us into was a dark room, Enzo let go of me and I looked around. The floor is black and white squares and looks like something fr
Avery Cole.Sierra called me and said she was flying into California for her two weeks and she was bringing Aurora and Whitney along with her. I had no plans but that didn’t stop me from lying to Sierra and telling her I had business in Florence that I couldn’t get out of. She was upset that she wouldn’t see me but got over it when I offered her my house while she was there. I only did that so my men wouldn’t have to hide out and keep tabs on Whitney, like they’ve been doing since I left the island. I told Whitney she wouldn’t like the consequences if she let someone….anyone fucking touch her and she did.Big fucking mistake. Whitney will have to face me and the wrath of my anger. Sierra has yet to learn the truth that I’m her cousin and not her brother. My parents died when I was a baby and my aunt raised as her own at the age of sixteen. Lily’s parents got mixed up into a world they shouldn’t have one that was ruled by a shapeshifter, a dominant Alpha that sold all the residents'
My fingers tremble as I clutch my phone tighter. My stomach turns with knots if this video footage of me rubbing myself up against a stranger leaks out. Dwayne will have Marcus scar another part of my body or worse. The thought of some stranger holding my fate sends shivers down my spine and they want something but not just anything…they want me. “You haven’t spoken a word all through lunch,” I stare up at Nikolai, my mind still clouded from the texts I forgot all about him. “I don’t have anything to say,” I shrug. It’s true I don’t what’s there to say? Sorry my dads are forcing me to marry and dragging you into our family drama? Yeah, great conversation starter right there. “You could try,” His Russian accent was thick and deep. Nikolai isn’t a bad looking guy to be the mafia leader. His reddish brown hair is short and slicked back, his blue eyes are stunning and he’s so tall that even sitting down it’s like he’s standing. I stare at him like he’s crazy and he narrows his eyes
I’ve never been one to be satisfied by anyone or anything for long. I don’t understand myself sometimes or the need I have to push myself on men for attention? Maybe it’s because I was deprived of it as a child always in the shadows but never in the spotlight. Whatever the reason is, I've always been this way. When I was six I remember wanting this doll. She was so pretty and had long blonde hair like mine. When I asked Dwayne if I could have her he said only if I behaved during his meeting. My mom Clara was visiting the doctor that day and made me go with my dad. I hated meetings. They bored the hell out of me but I wanted that doll so badly that I sat mouth shut behaving like Dwayne told me to do. However, once his meeting was done and his business associates left I asked him if he would take me after the doll. That's when he sat me down and told me I was too old for such childish things and I needed to stop asking.I cried the whole day once I was back home in my room, I remember
“Whoever fight’s monsters should see to it that in the process he does become a monster. And if you gaze long enough into the abyss the abyss gazes into you,” ~~NietzscheMy head pounds against my temples, dark circles and bloodshot eyes stare back at me in the mirror. I haven’t slept. When I tried to close my eyes, all I could see was Enzo with a bullet between his eyes and a pool of blood. I’d just wake up crying all over again. Sierra and Aurora comforted me and held me close but that didn’t help nor did it stop the ache in my chest.I can’t help this horrible feeling that Enzo’s death was somehow my fault. Seeing Avery again bubbles up all the feelings I had hidden. Feeling I never wanted to feel again nor did I want to see him after he left me standing, crying and chasing after his car. Don’t think about it Whitney. Just avoid him.My phone buzzes and I glance at the screen. It’s Dwayne I ignore his call and finish with covering up the dark circles under my eyes with foundation
Avery.I fucked up..the one thing Antonio Rossi told me never to do and I did all because of her. She brings out the worst in me. I was never planning on shooting Enzo; his death was certain but I planned on making that bastard stuffer first. Until she begged me not to pull the trigger. She fucking begged for his life. Something about the sound of her voice as she begged for him sent me into a rage of anger and jealousy. The fuck had to die she was getting attached and I didn’t fucking like that one bit. I ended that real quick. What feelings she has for him will die just like he did. Just when I thought I put the end to all my problems an even bigger problem showed up at my door claiming that he was going to marry Whitney. No body and I repeat nobody fucks with her she’s my girl and I don’t like sharing. This is why Antonio said women are the roots of all evil; they turn men into monsters… monsters that feed their flesh with jealousy and the monsters thrive on your weakness. Love