MIRA
FIVE YEARS LATER"...and in other news, business man and CEO of LACHLAN GROUP OF COMPANIES, Mason Lachlan, has expressed his wish to buy the New York's diamond mine facilities and convert it into a private helipad lounge…""Shut that thing off, Vanessa.""No, no, no! This is the best part. The news man is about to roll a picture of Mason Lachlan."I shake my head."And?"She shoots me a dirty look over her shoulder."He's by far the hottest man in the entire world. I'm sure you know that."I roll my eyes at Vanessa's antics and collapse on the sofa beside her."Why on Earth would a sane human being convert an entire diamond mine into a helipad lounge?" It honestly doesn't make any sense to me.Vanessa's eyes are still glued to the TV. She barely pays me any attention."The kind that is worth a bazillion Dollars, darling. Mason's a billionaire. He can afford it."My eyes flit over the tiny room in search of the remote. If I do not shut that thing off anytime soon, Vanessa might end up staring at Mason Lachlan's face the entire day.That's ten different shades of gross in my books, plus a total waste of time."We have an operation tonight, Vanessa. We have to lay the ground work."She still doesn't move…or unglue her eyes from the TV."We've gone over the base plan like a thousand times, girl. I could rob that vault with my eyes closed, but I believe I will not survive the day if I miss my morning dose of Mason's face on TV today."Is she serious?"Vanessa, you twenty seven year old baby!" I yell, exasperated.She just laughs.Vanessa and I have come far during the past five years…or rather, she has. I'm still stuck in the same position, trying to discover myself.After we escaped from Scuderi's clutches, I took Vanessa home with me because she had no family, only to discover that my parent's store had been gutted by fire the same day I left.Momma and Papa died in the fire while trying to save the store, but luckily, Anna was at home during the incidence.There was nothing left for me in Palm Creek, so I left. Anna, Vanessa and I picked a random city on the map to start afresh. We needed to forget the darkness of our pasts and move on, so we chose New York.Today, Vanessa has made a name for herself in the fashion world. She is currently one of the top runways models for Victoria's Secret, and Anna and I are super proud of her.And me? Let's just say I haven't been able to find myself yet.I changed my looks according to my mood and the darkness of my grief. Now, instead of my natural, shoulder length, curly red hair, I sport black, waist length straight hair and a nose piercing.Momma loved my hair, so changing it was hard for me. I cried at the salon for ten minutes straight.But it was also the sign of a new beginning. It meant I was ready to bury the past…well, some of it.Vanessa had discovered that Scuderi ran an underground brothel where young girls were sometimes forced to sleep with men against their will, and mostly for paltry sums. After we escaped that hell hole, we made a vow.Vanessa and I vowed to make the life of rich crime barons like Scuderi miserable.And how do we do that?We operate under the shadows as midnight prowlers, then steal precious, expensive items from crime lords all over the city. We sell these items to museums and donate the money to women shelters.Amongst the crime lords, we are referred to as their worst nightmare because we're almost as difficult to catch as the legendary Pablo Escobar.Our operations are carried out with thorough research and help from inside men who ensure that we go in and come out without problems. Men that we ditch immediately after every operation to avoid leaving trails.Tonight, we're embarking on another one of such missions."You know I have work, Vanessa. Get your fat ass off that sofa.""Two minutes, puhleeezzee." She whines.I narrow my eyes at her."Vanessa, I swear to God…"Just then, my eyes catch the remote wedged underneath a table and I silently walk over and pick it up.Then I press the red button and the TV screen turns blank."Oh. My. God. It's a disaster! The apocalypse has come to earth! The world is coming to an end!"I fold my arms while I watch her perform her overdramatic acrobatics all over my sofa."I switched off the TV." I finally say.She freezes, turning to me with wide eyes."You what?"I simply stare down at her and she throws her hands in the air with a look of disgust."Mira, you fiend! How could you?""We have work to do, Vanessa.""But Mason Lachlan was just about to come on TV. New York's very own god!"I plop back on the sofa and spread a small map over the chipped coffee table. Vanessa scoots over and we gaze at the map together for a while."When are you going to move outta this dump, Mira?"I do not bother looking up. We've been over this a billion times."Whenever I am able to afford something better."She heaves a sigh."But you can afford something better. Or better still, you and Anna can come live with me."Vanessa owns a beautiful townhouse in Beverly hills, on the same street with Steve Harvey. She's also a proud owner of many other cute apartments scattered around the city. Let's just say her modelling career has been profitable."You know I have to save up for Anna's college. I didn't go to college. I do not want that life for my baby sister. And you are also aware that I will not accept your offer. I'm grateful. You're the best. But no, thank you.""I swear, that Italian pride. Well, I'm never gonna stop trying, sis."For the next half hour before I am due for work, Vanessa and I pore over the map to Pablo Fabiano's underground vault.Our mission tonight is a difficult one. Fabiano's vault is one of the most heavily guarded vaults we've ever planned to raid. About fifty men stand guard all over the vault grounds alone.We will have to tread carefully.The mission is to steal the Jamaican Blue Jade. The world's third most expensive gem.Word has it that Pablo plans to sell the diamond to a wealthy aristocrat tommorow morning. Meaning we will have to strike by midnight.Hopefully, this operation goes as smoothly as our previous ones. ***I straighten my too short leather skirt and fold up my umbrella as I duck out of the rain. I zip the umbrella in its plastic case to avoid getting water all over the gleaming marble floors of The Delegharo Club, one of the most exclusive clubs in New York City.I barely take two steps when a balding, middle-aged man grabs my arm and whisks me in the opposite direction.My boss, Jason Peteman."G…good morning, Sir. Everything okay?"He walks so fast, I can barely keep up in my six inch stilettos.We finally arrive at a huge oak door and he opens it and deposits me inside the heavily paneled room. He takes a seat in the chair behind his wide desk and regards me with a stern expression."Yes, we have an emergency, Mira. You're late and we have a code red situation."My eyes widen. Code red means that there was a very important board meeting with staff of the club earlier. Shit!"Sir, I'm so sorry…"He cuts me off with a wave of his hand."Save it. We have a very important client coming into the club tonight by eight. I have already informed the other staff of everything expected of them. Now, you listen carefully."I give him my full attention. We have important, wealthy people come here every night. What kind of important client would be worthy of a staff meeting?"You are in charge of the bar today. You are to oversee Dave and make sure the damned punk doesn't get the drink selection mixed up. Tonight has to go perfectly."He picks up a pen and begins to drum the tip against the polished surface of the wooden table. This means he's nervous. And I have never seen Peteman nervous."I hope you have your act ready because you will be stripping tonight as well."My eyes widen but I do not dare utter a word of protest.I took on stripping barely two months ago to supplement my pay at the club, and I'm already one of the best girls for the job.But I only strip on special nights. Double whoa. Who the hell is coming tonight?"I'm ready anytime, sir."He nods his approval."That's great. So yeah, that would be all. Remember, nothing can go wrong tonight, Mira. I know about your little Italian temper. Keep it under lock and key when my client arrives, understood?"I visibly cringe. Everyone knows about my temper. I once slapped a Hollywood director for feeling up my arse at the table where his birthday celebration was in full swing.Not my best moment, but again, not my fault either ."Understood, sir.""Great. You can leave now."I turn to leave, then stop."Yes, Mira. Any problems?""No. Just a question.""Well, let's hear it.""Who's the client that's coming tonight, sir?"He leans back in his seat."Mason Lachlan. New York City's most vicious billionaire."Holy guacamole. ***For the umpteenth time, I resist the urge to pick up my phone and inform Vanessa that the man of her dreams will be live at my workplace tonight. I'm pretty sure she would come running, even if she were to be in the midst of a very important photo shoot.Vanessa and her antics.Despite everything she went through five years ago, she has never given up on love, or the belief that there's a prince charming for every girl out there somewhere.My belief in love died with my parents.The day goes by faster than usual. Mostly because the entire club has been in a flurry of activity ever since I came in this morning. Everyone is on their toes to make sure we do not do anything to upset Mason Lachlan, the greatest.I honestly do not see what the fuss is all about. He's just a human being anyways.Before I know it, seven forty five rolls by and Lachlan is almost set to arrive. Everyone takes their positions, careful not to alert the other wealthy patrons of the club on any otherworldly activity.By eight O'Clock sharp, the doormen swings the doors open and the King with his entourage are ushered in by Peteman himself.Wow. A punctual billionaire. How surprising."Can you see him?" Imelda, my fellow stripper, asks with a sparkle in her eyes."Yes. Yes!! Oh, he's so handsome. I bet I will end up in his bed after tonight." This is coming from Miranda, a stripper as well.Imelda gives her a dirty look."We'll see about that."I almost puke from the harshly whispered exchange. For the love of God, what is so special about this man?I stand aside and fold my hands, watching the door and waiting patiently to catch a glimpse of this strange man.Finally, the little crowd at the door dissipates and he comes into view. Beside me, Imelda and Miranda almost swoon.And me?I stare at the vision before me, wide eyed and widemouthed. He looks so familiar. Why on Earth does he look so familiar?My eyes move from his expensive boots and climb slowly upwards. His long legs are clad in black jeans. He has on a black cardigan and the zipper is pulled down all the way to reveal a spotlessly white sweat shirt underneath. Even dressed casually, this man looks like zillion bucks!His hair is so black, it gives off a bluish tint in the bright, overhead lights.And his eyes….those eyes.They are a bright, icy gray. So bright, yet so blank. They give absolutely nothing away. It is almost like staring into a blank wall.He sports a scar on his left brow. It slightly disrupts the growth of his eyebrows, but at the same time, adds a steely sense of sexuality to his almost perfect face.And God, is he good looking. All the girls in the restaurant are literally drooling all over him. Me included.But why does he look so familiar?!A co-worker calls out to me and I turn away for a while. Two seconds later, I hear Imelda say,"Hold on. Who's the bitch that just joined him?"I whip my head back to find that Mason has indeed been joined by another woman.A woman so beautiful, so sleek, she almost looks fake. She links her arm through his and he leans down to kiss both her cheeks. When he looks back up, the iciness in his eyes disappear a bit, making him appear more human.My heart clenches in jealousy as I watch them together. The woman makes it a point to touch him everywhere. His face, his hair, even his goddamn chest. We know he's yours, woman. Stop trying so hard.They look like the perfect, all American power couple.Him, so handsome, so rich, so perfect. And she, as beautiful as a goddess, classy with the aristocratic elegance worthy of a rich man's partner – worthy of a man like Mason Lachlan.But why does he make me remember a certain man? A man who ordered me to call him "my god?"I stand there frozen stiff, my mind whirling in a billion different directions.I have tried so hard to forget that night, but the stormy gray eyes of a stranger who made my body sing with pleasure for the first time in my life haunts me every single night. I thought I could forget about him. How wrong I was.I might never see my stranger from the dungeon again, but I sure as hell will not forget him. And this man, Mason Lachlan, has a very uncanny resemblance to him.Focus, Mira.My eyes feast on him for a while longer. He's talking to Peteman, or rather, Peteman is talking to him. Mason on the other hand stares down at him, one hand in his pocket, the other around his girlfriend.He looks up sharply and I quickly avert my gaze. I do not want to look like some kinda man pervert.I turn my attention back to the co-worker that needed my attention. A few seconds later, I feel the fine hairs on the back of my neck rise, and a strange tingle runs up my spine. "Oh. My. God. He's looking
MIRAI storm back to the bar, fuming with anger. Who the hell does he think he is?Mason Lachlan does not have the right to hurt me, billionaire or not.I watch as Peteman tries to placate him and his friends. Mason does not even appear to be listening to his garbling. His eyes are firmly fixed on the glass of drink in his hand.A minute or two of fuming later, Peteman joins us with a face like thunder."Before you begin sir, take a look at this."I shove my bruised wrist in his face and he gasps. Yeah, that's right. The skin around my wrist is slightly swollen and blue, courtesy of Mr. Billionaire over there."I know you're hurt, Mira, but I already told you, Mason is one of our biggest clients. You were not supposed to aggravate him."I look at him in shock."I did not aggravate him, sir." I state matter-of-factly. "He doesn't have the right to hurt others simply because he's a rich."Peteman's eyes narrow dangerously and I fall silent."But he does, Mira. Don't you get it? You do n
MASONThe room is pitch dark and completely silent. The only audible sounds are the loud, chopped sounds of her breathing. "Let me go, p-please."Her voice breaks and panic shoots through my veins. I reach up quickly and flip on the overhead lights. The room is sound proof so no one can hear her cries for help from the outside.I spin around and the sight that greets me sends my heart crashing against my chest. She sits folded on the marble floors, her arms wrapped tightly around her legs. I propel in her direction and fall to my knees before her.She is shaking uncontrollably. I place a hand on her shoulder and her eyes snap to mine, wild and probing, yet unseeing.Her shoulders tremble beneath my palm and her eyes are glazed over. For moment, she looks so tiny, so fragile…so hurt, I feel the stirrings of anger in my veins.My fingers clench into fists. Someone hurt her and by God, that someone will pay."Mira? Mira can you hear me?"Her breathing is still irregular and her eyes
MIRAI flee the room, humiliation and anger warring for domination within me. Tears sting my eyes and I blink them away.For a moment, I thought Mason was actually attracted to me. I thought he was showing genuine anger for the person who hurt me. But I was wrong. So wrong.He only wanted to prove that he was right, and I am really a slut. He only wanted my signatures on his stupid contract. And there I was, thinking he actually desired me.I clench my fingers and make a beeline for the doors to the private room. I defied Peteman once again. I broke my end of the deal. I no longer have the protection of the Delegharo club. The black man from my nightmares will be coming for me. I have to be prepared."Going somewhere?"I come to an abrupt halt. Her heels click on the marble floors as she comes into view. "I do not believe we've met." She extends a slender hand."Halloway Stephens. Mason's bestfriend and secretary."I raise a brow and grab her fingers in mine."You both aren't togeth
MIRAI'm exhausted.After successfully shipping off the Blue Jade to a buyer in Sweden, Vanessa and I parted ways. Of course with the promise that I will tell her everything that happened with Mason last night, and in detail.Thankfully, she agreed to keep Anna with her for the rest of the night. Anna might notice my mood and begin asking questions. Crisis averted – for the moment.I get into bed and pull the covers over my head. Just for tonight, I want to have a good night's rest. Tomorrow, all my problems will come barging in, but tonight, I just want to sleep and forget.I shut my eyes and drift off. Icy gray eyes haunt and chase me all the way to the other side.***I jerk awake.I'm not sure what I heard, but I most definitely heard something.The soft light of dawn filters through the tiny room window, casting the small space in a gloomy glow.I'm about to fall back to bed when I notice the open door.Funny, but I'm one hundred percent sure I shut that door a few hours ago. A
MASONI can boldly swear that I have never met a more stubborn woman. What woman would rather go to prison than get paid fifty million dollars? Mira Fernandez.I wasn't lying when I said she intrigues me. I have never seen anyone like her. If she slips through my fingers now, I might never meet someone like her ever again.She's a beautiful mystery. One I intend to unravel layer by mysterious layer.She refused me. She lied to me. Now I find out she's a thief as well?I want this little Italian firecracker. I want her very much. And I will have her.My name is Mason Lachlan, and I always get what I want.***MIRAFear. That is the foremost of all emotions roiling through me at the moment. Anger comes a close second.I snatch the black card from the table and give it a quick glance. Hollywood Boulevard. Typical.I run into the bathroom, hastily carrying out my morning routine. I need a plan, and I need one, quick.***Thirty minutes later, I'm ready to go. My heart is racing, I'm pan
MIRAMy heart gets stuck in my throat at the brimming anger in his eyes. This is it. It's all over. After vowing never to become a pawn to any man ever again, I am suddenly at the mercy of the cruelest of them all."Put your clothes back on." He mutters tightly.I pick the discarded coat with shaky fingers and thrust my hands through the sleeves. I belt the rope back in place and look back at him."Can I see my sisters now? When will you let them go.""I will hold up my end of the deal and free them as soon as possible. But you will only get to see them when I want."My heart falls."Wh-what do you mean by that?"He folds his hands behind his back and walks to one of the mirrors screwed to the wall, his back to me."I knew you were amateur when you signed the contract without looking through it properly, or even showcasing interest to run it by a lawyer first. But that's okay.""What are you saying?" My voice is shaky with nerves.He heaves a breath and turns back to me, his eyes two
MIRA"…come here,Mira." Those words, softly spoken but edged with so much dangerous, sexual heat, has me clinging desperately to the seat. I stare helplessly at his rapidly darkening eyes. They are no longer their usual stormy gray. They're dark now, almost black. His gaze roves over me, and suddenly, I find it difficult to breath. My skin feels too tight, too heated for my body.Mason reaches over and depresses a black button. A glass window comes up, obstructing the driver from having even the slightest view of whatever is going on in the backseat.The moment takes me down horrible memory lane. Being in an enclosed space with this man, I should be panicking, looking for means to escape. Instead, I am breathy with barely restrained anticipation.Strangely, I want to see where all of this goes."Come here, Mira." He growls. "Remember, I make the rules, and I do not like repeating myself. You know the consequences of disobeying me."Of course I do. He might end up sending all of us t