⚠️ WARNING ⚠️ DARK ROMANCE AND MATURED CONTENT. "This is kidnapping," my voice cracked as I followed him. "You can't keep me here." "I think I can," he chuckled, tge sound low and dangerous. He draped his coat over the kitchen counter, then turned back to me. "And that's what I plan on doing." A violent shudder ran through me. My breath came shallow, my chest tightening with fear. He meant it. "It won't be long before someone realises I am missing," I said, hoping that logic would reach him. "And come looking for me." His smirk deepened. "Who will?" Once a predator locks onto its prey, there's no letting go! A woman craving the attention of her husband runs into the caporegime of the Kingston family, a crime family that has ruled the underground for years. She knows he is bad news. She knows she should flee, but she ruins her marriage when she gives into his temptation. And now he never plans on letting her go.
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I held her hand tight as we walked through the corridor, my heart still pounding. The moment I got the call, she had been kidnapped, I had left the meeting and driven like a madman, killing anyone in my way. I thought I would be too late. But seeing her alive and safe had been the first breath of relief in hours. I swore to myself then, I would never let her out of my sight again She suddenly stopped. I felt a tug as her hand slipped from mine. I turned, confused. "What is it?" I asked softly. She stepped back. "I wanted to forgive you. God, I tried," she whispered. "But every time I let my guard down with you, I regret it." I swallowed. I moved toward her, but she flinched, retreating two steps, her voice shaking. "Stand there, Aiden. Don't you fucking come closer." That's when I saw the gun in her hand. She pointed it at me. Her eyes were wet with tears. "You ruined my life, my family. Everything!" Her words cut me. I tried to take another step, tears burning behind my eyes. "Let's talk about this when we get home." Her fingers trembled around the trigger. "I don't have a home with you in it." she shook her head. "There never was. There never would be." Her tears fell freely now, streaking her face. "I told you didn't I? One of us has to die for this to end. And it has to be you, Aiden, because even after what you did to me—" she hit her chest with her fist, like her words hurt her. "I can't stop this fucked up heart from loving you." She wiped her tears with the back of her palm and forced a broken smile. "You will have to die so I can stop hating myself." My chest ached badly it felt like it might split open. I hated that I was the reason she was hurting. "I love you," I said, my voice cracking foolishly, hoping my confession would change her mind. Her eyes widened. "Don't fucking say that!" She screamed. "You don't treat someone you love like this. All you did was disrespect me and hurt me. You never listened to me. I tried for you, but you just take and take!" "Leah..." Hwr face hardened."This is the end for us, Aiden." Bang!Three months earlier... I sat at the back of the car, smoking, watching two men stumble out of the abandoned building across the street, swinging wildly at each other. "What time is it?" I asked, my eyes still on them. "Half past four," the driver replied. I exhaled slowly, leaning back into tge chair. Goddamit. If they keep this up, we will end up attracting the police. And it was too much hassle having to find something every damn time for those roaches. The driver sensing my irritation offered, "Should I go check it out, boss?" I drummed my fingers on the door, contemplating. I didn't want to ruin my suit, not when I was supposed to meet someone at 9. If it was any other day, I wouldn't mind joining in on the fun. I swung the door open and stepped out of the car, and drew my gun from its holster. I shoved the man on top with my foot and I fired twice before he could move, the gunshot echoing through the quiet street. The man lay lifeless as I turned my attention to the other man still lying on the floor, his shirt soaked in his blood. "I am one of your boys, boss!" He screamed before I could pull the trigger. I narrowed my eyes, my gun still pointing at him. He struggled to sit up, lifting his shirt to reveal a tattoo, a skull impaled with a sword. The symbol of the Kingston family. "Do I need to keep you alive if you are going to end up dead anyway?" I eyed his stab wounds. "This won't kill me, boss," he smiled weakly. Yeah, right. I stepped into the building, the clang of metal on metal, grunts, and screams growing louder as I approached. Turning a corner, my eyes fell on a chaotic mess of men swinging steel pipes, wooden planks, and hammers with the intent to kill at each other. "Fuck," I sighed, running my fingers through my hair. I let the cigar fall to the ground, then crushed it under my shoe. I fired at two men who were pinning down a man I recognized as part of my crew. The gunshot shattered the tumult, and the men froze, their attention turning towards the source of the noise. "Hi," I waved casually when their eyes were now on me. "I think it is time to wrap this up. We have all burnt enough fat this morning." "Shit, isn't that Aiden Kingston?" Murmurs started spreading among the men from the rival family, and they stepped back, trembling in fear. "Don't worry, as long as you all behave, you will die painlessly," I assured. "All I need is the leader of this shit crew. Just raise your hand so I can see." They all stayed quiet, stealing glances at each other. "Come on guys, the day will soon break! We don't have any fucking time to waste!" "Aiden Kingston!" I heard a man scream my name. I turned to see a huge bald man with an eyepatch, his face twisted in anger. "Great, are you their leader?" "Do you remember me?" He gritted. I raised an eyebrow. "I don't usually remember every insignificant person I've met." He clenched his jaw, pointing at his eyepatch. "You took my eye three years ago! How dare you forget me!" He yelled, marching towards me. I chuckled. "Ah, you must have caught me in a good mood. I let you off easily, and you have the balls to show up again?" "If you are man enough, let's settle this in hand-to-hand combat." He said. "I will have your two eyes gouged!" "Hmm... No." I shot his legs, and he crumpled to the ground, grunting. I approached him slowly, pressing the barrel of the gun against his forehead. He glared up at me. "You bastard," he spat. "I won't beg for my life." "You don't need to, buddy." "The Kingston family will fall soon, and you will be the first, Aiden Kingston. The other families..." I pulled the trigger, ending his life and interrupting whatever garbage he was planning on spewing. "Boss, behind you!" I spun around quickly, my gun raised as I fired, the bullet hitting his chest. I stared down in horror as a spray of blood splattered across my coat and shirt. "Fuck it," I tucked my gun away. I slid a pair of gloves on, picked up a bloodied steel pipe and moved through the room. I swung it, the pipe connecting brutally with the skulls and ribs of anyone that was in my way. The smile never left my face, my eyes glinting with excitement from the dark pleasure I derived from others screaming. The early morning air was free from the tainted smell of gunpowder and blood. I placed a cigar between my lips, my fingers searching my pocket for my lighter. "Here," Storm said, offering a lighter. I smiled as I looked up at him. "Why do you carry a lighter if you don't smoke?" I chuckled, holding the tip of the cigar over the flame. "Beats me," he chuckled. "You look like shit," I murmured, my gaze lingering on a deep cut on his arm. "I won't die from it. It's not my time yet." I laughed, my eyes flickering to the lifeless body of the man from earlier who said the same thing. "It seems the other families are planning something big," Storm said as I took a drag. I smirked, "I am hoping they do. I am looking forward to it." This city has been awfully quiet for a long time. *********************************** I adjusted my tie, scanning the car park when a blonde woman laughing into her phone caught my attention. The sound of her laughter was carefree and warm. It was a strange sensation, but it was her eyes. Those fucking emerald green eyes that locked with mine briefly as she walked past me making my heart skip. It fucking skipped! I couldn't bring myself to look away even if I tried. There was something in the curve of her smile, the way her hips swayed. Something that made me forget the blood on my hands and the violence I just stepped away from hours ago. I found myself curious about a woman I just met, and without thinking, I followed behind her. She stumbled, a gasp escaping her lips when my arm wrapped around her waist, pulling her against me. She had turned around, her beautiful eyes blazing with anger. I was sure of one thing at that moment. I wanted her, and It didn't matter how.LeahI knew death was the only way out of Aiden's chains, but it wouldn't be mine.Killing him would be easy. I'd watched him sleep enough nights to know it was possible. I just needed to make up my mind to actually stab him. He let his guard down with me, convinced I wouldn't dare. That arrogance would cost him.He stepped out of the closet with his coat half on, sliding a gun into his holster. I hated how his eyes softened when they met mine. He leaned down, his fingers grazing my face. That same stupid smile he wore in the kitchen tugged at his mouth.I turned my face away from his kiss. He pressed his lips to my neck and breathed me in. My hands curled into fists. "Should I get you something on my way back?" He murmured against my skin.When I didn't reply, he turned my face and brushed his lips against mine. "I'll be back soon."I remained still on the bed, listening until his boots faded out of the room. When the room grew quiet, I reached under the pillow and felt the knife I
AidenI dropped the hairdryer on the nightstand and caught Leah before she could limp away. I lowered her gently on the bed. Kneeling, I raised her foot. My frustration boiled with each shard I picked out.She didn't make a sound as I cleaned her injury like she was now numb to pain."Don't do this to yourself, Leah." My voice was soft as I cleaned her wounds. "If you need to hurt someone, hurt me instead."She turned her head away from me, staring at the ceiling. I kissed the top of her foot after wrapping it. She jerked it away and tried to stand. I grabbed her wrist and pulled her back down."I'll tie you to the fucking bed if you walk on that foot," I threatened.She struggled a little more and when she saw it was futile she gave up and lay down. The servant girl leah was close with knocked and came in with a broom.Leah's stomach growled loudly. I glanced at her. "I'll go get you something to eat." In the kitchen, Clare was wiping down the counter. I asked for Leah's food, an
AidenThe last time she cried was when I found her shivering in the rain.The last time she spoke was after she saw her cousin's corpse. Since then, she hadn't made a sound. The only noises she spared me were the soft sound of her breathing and the occasional hiss in her sleep. She stares through me with empty eyes, moves like a doll wound up and left to break, and I can't deny the truth. I did this to her. I thought it would take three days as usual to get her to come around. A week has passed, and she is only a shell of the woman she used to be. I would rather she curse me, spit those hurtful words, and look at me with hate. Anything but this deadness.And yet, even as I watch her slip further away, I can't bring myself to let her go. Selfish, I know. But I would rather keep her broken by my side than lose her.**************************************Machines beeped steadily as I opened the hospital door to the VIP room.Lucas stood beside the bed, his shoulders hunched as he watc
Leah I blinked awake, my eyes struggling to adjust to the light and make sense of where I was. My body felt heavy, drained, as if something important had been taken out of me.I felt a warm hand around mine. I turned my head slowly and saw Aiden slumped over the side of the bed, his head resting on the mattress, my hand trapped in his. I stirred, and his eyes fluttered open."You're awake," he breathed, relief softening his face as he sat up. A small smile tugged at his lips. "Thank God.""The baby?" I asked.The smile vanished, and his grip tightened. "You lost it."My hand twitched faintly in his. I pressed my lips together, swallowing the scream clawing up my throat. The emptiness had been there, but I was expecting another answer. It's strange. It hasn't been long since I found out I was pregnant, but I feel like I have lost a part of myself."I see," I whispered, staring past him at the ceiling."I should have caught you," he said."But you didn't."He bowed his head, my hand
Leah You know that heart-wrenching ache when you give your first time to a man you thought was the one, only to realise it was all in your head? Yeah, that's how I felt right now staring at his angry back after what I thought we shared last night. Pathetic. I seem to never learn with him. "Yes," I whispered. The room went silent, and I felt his eyes on me now, but I didn't dare look at him. "You don't need to worry about it," I forced out. "I'll take care of it." I saw him stand up. "The fuck do you mean you will take care of it?" He barked and I flinched. "You aren't actually considering keeping that baby, are you?" My nails dug into my thigh. I turned to face him. God, he looked furious. It's funny cause I don't remember asking to get knocked up. "And what if I am?" I fired back, sitting up, the sheets slipping down my chest. "It's not even your baby." He chuckled, his voice dipping dangerously. "Then whose? Who the fuck touched you except me, Leah? Tell me." "In case
LeahIt sank into his eyes. He screamed, staggering back, hand clutching his ruined eye as blood ran down his cheek. "You fucking bitch!"I didn't waste time and started running for the door, but my escape lasted barely two sceonds before he caught me by the hair."Where the fuck do you think you are going to?" He snarled, yanking me back so hard my scalp hurt. He slammed my head against the wall, and I whimpered from the pain. His ruined eye was bloodied, and he had already pulled the pregnancy stick put.He pressed the gun to my forehead. "If you weren't needed alive, I would paint the floor with your brains."My chest heaved, fear enveloping me. Where the fuck is Aiden when you need him? I caught Amanda behind him, sneaking into the room with a knife in her hand."You're making a big mistake," I said, trying to distract him, my breath shaky. "Aiden won't let you get away with touching me.""Shut the fuck up, hoe," he growled, and slapped me.I bit down on my lip as I blinked bac
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