登入BIANCAI was… nervous?I curled my fingers around the edge of the bathtub, sinking so deep into the leather I hoped it would cloud my jittering.It didn't. Steep breaths seeped between my lips, gradually making me aware of how fast my heart was beating.“Calm down Bianca. You've done this before. It's no different from your streams.”Lord knew this was the zillionth time I was repeating that mantra. It wasn't working. What would it take to convince myself that performing masked live and in the flesh was the same thing with performing from behind a screen?The warmth of the bathwater slowly spread into a discomforting chill. How long would I wile away time in here and pretend like my first performance at Sully's Palace wasn't scheduled for the next ten minutes.That's right, it was D-day tonight (and yes, Sullivan didn't change that name)I stepped out of the showers, still so enveloped by my predicament, I didn't pick a towel when I stepped out into my room. Mia laid at the foot o
MAXMy screen lit up with an upcoming notification.Moments later, the message dropped. Vanessa: All Good.Internally, I breathed a sigh of relief. But on the outside, I wanted to shove Brian out of the driver's seat. You'd think nearly fucking up my first “mission” at work would be enough for him. But no. He wouldn't be satisfied until Liam made sure I was swimming with the fishes.He glanced at me through the corner of his eyes, probably aware of the hole I'd been staring into the side of his head when he hopped in my work car instead of his. “What?”“Are you fucking stupid?” I groaned. “Do you even know where we're going?”“Of course I do” he made a sharp bend and punished me for not puttinf on my seatbelt. “‘Becca’s place.”‘Becca? Why am I even surprised? Of course he's that cordial with her. “Did you have to use my car?”“YOUR car?” He scoffed. “You mean the office vehicle that's probably being tracked as we speak?” He stepped on the gas, speeding up the highway like Dominic
REBECCAWhen I moved back to the city that ruined me, I had only one motive in mind.Revenge.I wanted everything. Every last penny. Every wasted second. Every tear I'd shed after being stabbed in the back by my own family.But climbing back to the heights I was pushed from was an almost impossible task. Especially when the Lang name had been snatched by a different, more sinister group.Who knew that a year and a half later, I'd be slowly catapulting myself back to most delicious spot for revenge… on the back of a certain “Max Callaghan.”So far, he'd been my most competent asset.I leaned back into my leather couch in nothing but an oversized tank top and my favourite panties, watching my ‘company phone’ ring and ring out for what was probably the fifth time in less than an hour.Something about seeing the desperation for more made me giggle inside like the twenty three year old I was three years ago. A moment later, my personal burner phone rang as well. It was Hannah, and part o
MAXYou know that feeling you get when you're in a sketchy place so you do a quick scan of any possible escape route because you CAN make a break for it and CAN somehow escape what looked like a battalion of security guards lurking around every corner?Pretty specific, I know.But um… I wasn't getting that feeling right now. The only way I was getting out of here is if I was let out. Other than that, I was currently nothing more than a walking carcass. The eight men that been following is from outside was now currently just one. Jake, their leader I supposed, walked straight through a door. From the stares I kept getting, I was probably meant to follow him in there as well. “Don't speak unless he talks to you fir—”“Shut up” I countered Brian's words and walked in first, following right after Jake.At first glance, it looked like the kind of place a druglord would call home. There wasn't any visible source of light yet it was bright enough to notice certain details. Like the hand
MAXAfter an hour and a half of paperwork and the fourth expresso I'd gulped down today, it was safe to say this was going to be the most boring after-school activity I'd stumbled on before. And that was coming from a guy who'd sold markers at a tuck shop, and tried pitching balloons outside a restaurant. But at least the sketchy neighbours and unrelenting sun felt like something back then.Here, I'd almost forgotten the souls of human speech. No one talked. At least not to me. And even when they did, it felt like they were speaking in morse code, clearly alert to the presence of an outsider in their midst. I couldn't say the same for Vanessa though. She'd come down to my floor a handful of times, but was on the clock, so couldn't hold a conversation long enough for it to feel like one.But my, she was buzzing like an eagle finally released to the wild. Oh well, I guess it came with rhe floor's privileges cause the other guys that'd come down from up there had the same zip about the
BIANCA“Hmm. This one might be on you, Bianca. It's room 99. Not 66. You've got the wrong door.”Bumping into Mia wasn't as surprising as seeing her in this attire. She'd called them work clothes, and my guess was that Sullivan had hand-picked this set for her as well.Had to admit; she made it look like it was designed just for her. The pure white satin lingerie worshipped every lush curve—full breasts, soft waist, wide hips, thick thighs, and that irresistible ass—while making her feel like pure, filthy temptation.I'd noticed it every damning detail even before she'd handed me her brown leather coat to cover up.“It's on the first floor. I can show you up.”Even from the way she strutted, it was pretty clear Mia was a completely different breed compared to me. I noticed every crack of her heels against the marble, and paid attention to the way her fat ass bubbled after every step. She noticed I wasn't matching her stride, and through the corner of her eyes, caught me checking her







