LOGINKevinI gripped the steering wheel a little tighter, the leather creaking under my palms. "You're playing a dangerous game, Aaron. If Des finds out you're planning to use this as leverage, he won't be as diplomatic as I am."He laughs. “Des is predictable. He reacts out of loyalty and impulse," Aaron said, shifting in his seat to face me completely. He rested his elbow on the window sill, propping his chin in his hand. "But you? You’re the wild card here, Kevin. You’re the one trying to clean up after everyone else's mess.""I'm just trying to survive the week, keep my friends close and do that without a criminal record," I muttered, taking the exit that led toward my apartment."If that's it then you're taking a pretty rough road" Aaron’s voice dropped forcing me to turn and look at him. "From where I'm sitting, it looks like you're craving a little bit of the chaos. Why else would you agree to go back to your place with me? You could have dropped me off at the hospital. You could h
KevinMyra had finally stopped throwing tantrums, cussing me out, and shedding tears. Still, she stood guard with her back pressed firmly against the wall, radiating pure hostility.Aaron spoke first, a smug glint in his eye. "Aren't you going to beg me not to sue you? I mean, your sister offered you a wonderful piece of advice."She rolled her eyes. "Fuck you and fuck off." she spat.Aaron gasped dramatically, placing a palm over his chest. "Ouch.""You guys already ruined everything." Myra continued. I glanced between Aaron and Myra, the exhaustion heavy in my bones. "Leave. It's not like you have anything else to do here.""We don't have a ride," Aaron pointed out. "You'll need to drive us."Myra scoffed. "You're out of your mind.""Tsk." he stepped closer to her, letting my frustration show. "You're the reason I'm in this situation in the first place. I'm being kind enough by not reporting you. The least you could do is drive us."She groaned, muttering a string of curses under he
DesdemonaThe ride to Myra’s place felt way too long,much longer than it actually was. The moment Kevin pulled into her compound, I jerked the door open, scrambled out of the car, and rushed to her front porch.Behind me, I heard Aaron say something, followed by a low, amused chuckle.I banged on the door a couple of times. No one answered.Aaron strolled up beside me, a smug look on his face. “Here, let me.” He leaned past me, punched a sequence into the digital keypad, and the lock clicked open.“How did you—?”He chuckled, stepping back to let me lead. “I did some thorough research.”I didn’t wait. I pushed past him and threw the door open.In the living room, the couch had been reclined into a bed. Myra and Etienne were curled up together, deeply asleep. Etienne’s head lay flat on Myra’s chest, her arms wrapped tightly around him. The sight of them made my blood run cold.“Waky, waky,” Aaron said loudly, stepping into the room and roughly shaking both of them at the same time. I j
DesdemonaI swallowed the lump in my throat, smoothed down my skirt, and pushed past Kevin.The air in the bedroom felt different now,heavier, warmer, and carrying the faint scent of sex and sweat. On the bed, Aaron was still tied in that ridiculous starfish position. His chest was heaving softly, his cheeks flushed deeply. "If you laugh, I will find a way to kill you while tied to this bed," he muttered, his voice low."I’m not laughing," I said, though my voice pitched higher than usual. I walked over, stopping at a distance from the bed, and folded my arms tightly across my chest. "I’m traumatized. There’s a difference. Now, we had a deal."The doctor let out a long, shaky breath, closing his eyes for a brief moment. "The acquaintance," I prompted, my heart pounding against my ribs. "Who put my name on those abortion papers?""I don't know who forged the papers," he said honestly."Hey," Kevin’s voice warned from the doorway. He hadn't entered the room, leaning against the frame
DesdemonaI stood there, utterly paralyzed, as Kevin moved on the bed.The doctor’s eyes widened, the smug grin faltering for a split second before coming back. “If we had started here we'd be done by now.""Kevin, stop! You cannot be serious right now!" I hissed, grabbing his bare shoulder. His skin was warm, his muscles tense."He has the name, Desdemona," Kevin said, speaking calmly. He didn't look back at me. "And you need it. We don't have time to play good cop, bad cop, and clearly, traditional torture isn't going to work on a guy who is currently getting off on being abducted.""I am right here," the doctor chimed in, leaning his head back against the pillows. "And please, continue. The bickering is an excellent appetizer.""Shut up!" I snapped at the bed, before turning my full, panicked fury back to Kevin. "There are lines, Kevin! Lines we don't cross! You can't just... use your body for…this!"I shriek, waving my hands."Its a good chance for me to get off as wel.. It's been
DesemonaI had to act fast.The result of that panic was contacting David, begging him to use his connections, and kidnapping someone.Now, I was tearing down the road toward Kevin’s place, silently cursing the decision to hold the man hostage at his place. He could have chosen any other place but no,his house was his first decision.In my bedroom, his text read just as I threw the car into park.Great. Not only did he have him in his house but he had to use his own bedroom.The sharp click of my heels echoed against the floorboards as I sprinted down the hallway. I didn’t bother knocking."What the fuck, Kevin?" I barked, bursting into his bedroom."You really need to make a habit of greeting me properly," Kevin replied, completely unbothered.On the bed lay the doctor, tied up in a starfish position."You are absolutely terrible at this," I hissed, gesturing wildly at the bed. "Why on earth would you tie him up there? And in that position?"Kevin shrugged. Exhausted, I dropped into a
EttieneOkay.The mother and the daughter are going all out in this round."What? What do you mean my father?"Moriah stops and turns. "And for your information,he was not old then,he is old now. Either way,he does not look his age.""The fuck you mean he does not look his age?" Moriahs face does not giv
MyraThe club was not packed up but the same smell filled the air; sweat, alcohol and cigarettes. Not to forget sex.I clear my throat and step further inside, allowing my eyes to scan over the room.Josh is tall and well built meaning he won't be hard to spot in the crowd.Cold hands grab my arm. “Come
Desdemona"I'm sorry,mother. We have to tell them."My jaws dropped to the ground and my arms to my side."Please tell me you are kidding.""Oh shit!" Ettiene cussed.I laugh then pause to exchange a glance between the two. "You are joking,right?"No response. "This isn't serious.""No shit it is.""No. No.
Ettiene"... will be provided for you."I am getting arrested.The two officers accompanied me outside,each standing by my side as if I was going to try and escape.Walking out the door,I catch a glimpse of Myra looking back at me.The corner of ther lips were turned upwards and her eyes shine with victo







