[Thad’s POV]“Great first day! Cheers!”Grayson’s voice booms around us as everyone clinks their drinks together. It’s a fucking mess of voices and music invading each and every one of my senses, and the fact that I’ve barely gotten any sleep just makes things that much worse.Lifting my beer, I take a sip while I let my gaze travel around the table until it comes to rest on Brielle, who is sitting between Mr. Rogers and Grayson. Just from the look on her face, it is clear that she is uncomfortable with her position, but she politely smiles as each man speaks at her.Once again, I’m reminded of how innocent she is, and I can’t help but wonder why my father wants her dead.Dammit, I needed to stop obsessing over this whole situation, especially since I already decided that I was going to take care of her instead of going through with my father’s request. Speaking of that, I still needed to sneak away and give Darlene a call to let her know that our dad was back.With this thought in mi
[Thad’s POV]When I hang up my phone, I head back inside to find that Brielle looks more relaxed and even a little tipsy. She smiles politely as Grayson continues to feed her drinks.Frowning, I take a seat and reach out, taking the most recent drink given and downing it in one gulp.“If you wanted a drink, you could have said so,” Grayson points out in amusement. “There is plenty to go around.”“Sorry,” I chuckle, holding out my glass. “I was thirsty.”As he pours me another drink, I feel Mr. Rogers eyes on me, and to my surprise, I see appreciation in them.I didn’t do this for you. I grumble inwardly, downing another drink. Don’t look at me like that, especially when you could have done this yourself if you were worried.Downing my second drink, I lean forward, keeping my gaze fixed on Brielle while she sips at a glass of water. Good. At least she wasn’t going to continue downing the booze.“Since you’re back, there was something I wanted to discuss with the two of you,” Grayson be
TRIGGER WARNING: This story contains violence, abuse, dubious consent, stalking, murder, alcohol and drug use, bondage, and other scenes that may be triggering to some readers. Reader discretion is advised.NOTE: This story touches on some serious topics and do know that if you're going through the same or know someone who is going through this you and they are not alone. There is help out there just waiting for you to take it.Four Years Earlier[Brielle's POV]"We're here!"The shrill announcement breaks through my light doze, causing my already pounding head to hurt worse."Fuck," I hiss, snapping open my eyes to take in the brightly lit house ahead of me. "Son of a..."All the lights could only mean one thing. My parents were awake, and they were waiting for me."Good luck, chick," Anastasia giggles. "Don't make it too obvious how wasted you are.""You're enjoying this, aren't you?" I growl, reaching into the backseat and fumbling for my leather jacket."Naughty girls should expec
4 Years Later[Brielle's POV]L: Good morning, little songbird. I hope you slept well. Do know that I'll be routing for you to land that audition today, though I know you'll do splendidly.My driver will be waiting out front to take you to and from your audition today. Don't you dare attempt to go on your own.L.I stare at the message, taking in its words again and again as a comforting warmth seeps through me.This was basically the norm since L came into my life, but up until this day, four years later, I had yet to actually meet him face-to-face, but despite that, he became the person I cared for the most in the world.After my parents deaths, L contacted me regularly and even rented me a small apartment to live in while I got my life back together, finished school, and even went to college.He was like a guardian angel, watching over me at all times and protecting me as I learned to navigate life without my parents and with the constant fear that the one responsible for their dea
[Leo's POV]I pull my jacket on and fix my tie before heading into the studio in front of Ms."Hello, Mr. Rogers.”“Welcome.”“We've been waiting.”“Shall I show you the way?”The greetings trickle together from the ass kissers who are vying to get on my good side. This was normal when you had money and when you had power, but it meant your circle stayed small.Maybe this was part of the reason I kept my identity hidden from my songbird. I wanted to test her to see if she would end up wanting me while knowing nothing about me, and from her suggestive texts that always made me want to break my own fucking rule, I knew she did.From that damned photo she sent earlier alone, I knew that she craved me the way I craved her. Well, maybe not quite the same. I wanted to bend her in every way possible and fuck her until she screamed at the top of her lungs, filling the room with her beautiful voice. I wanted to tie her up and have my way with her until her body yearned for my touch. But most o
[Brielle's POV]When the handsome man with the kind face and hypnotizing gray eyes that were shrouded by long lashes sat beside me, I didn't expect to be so enticed. However, something about him felt so familiar. Maybe that was why I couldn't take my eyes off him as he taught that disgusting drunk a lesson. It was like I was in a trance, and all I could see was him, despite everything going on around me.But now I couldn't help being transfixed because of his voice. Why did it sound so similar to L's? There was no way it was him. It couldn't be, not after four years of staying away. He wouldn't just show up out of nowhere, or was he following me all the time? Just the thought of him always being near but never close enough left a thrum of excitement racing through me.“Hello… Earth to Brielle.” Anastasia's annoyed voice calls as I continue to stare at the man's retreating back. “Girl, snap out of it!”Snap out of it. Right. I needed to snap out of it. There was no way he could be L. I
[Brielle's POV]I stare at my naked self in the mirror, taking in the curves of my body while picturing what it would feel like for someone to touch them. Since my run-in with that psycho killer earlier on and his taunting, seductive words, I was still all hot and bothered, but not for him. Instead, I wanted someone else, someone that I knew I couldn't have but desperately wanted to meet.Smiling to myself, I pick up my phone and position it so that I can see my whole body in the mirror, and then I'm taking a picture. Fine, if he wanted to play hard to get, then I would just continue to taunt him until he couldn't stand it anymore.“Let's see what you say to this,” I murmur, opening my texts and finding the string of messages between me and L.B: I want you.I send the text while my pussy twitches with desire, begging for the man of my dreams to come and please it, and then I send the photo.Once they've both gone through, I turn and head into my room so I can collapse on my bed until
[Leo’s POV]I lean back in my chair, my eyes fixed on the screen in front of me, while my little songbird spreads her legs wide, showing me everything while not realizing it. She looks fucking beautiful like that, with those slender legs far apart and her pussy spread wide open, just waiting to be attacked.“That’s a good girl,” I growl, beginning to pump my dick, which is still hard even after cumming once. “Now, make yourself scream. Consider this a voice lesson, and your goal is to hit the highest note possible. Use your fingers to help you get to that note, little songbird. I know you can do it."Fuck, why was I losing control like this? For the past 4 years, I have been so cautious and kept a line between us, but here I was jerking off to my beautiful songbird, pleasing herself. It was like something in me snapped, and I couldn't fucking get it to go back to where it was.I fucked up. That was why this was happening. Just holding her earlier spawned all these fucking desires I ke