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The car glided down the sleek road, engine humming softly. The only light source was the rhythmic flash of the street light, slicing through the dark street.
Mr. Redd was driving with one veiny arm on the steering wheel and the other casually resting beside the gearshift. Two of his upper buttons are undone.
She hated how he looked effortlessly hot.
She hadn’t expected him to agree. Hadn’t expected him to take her himself. Definitely hadn’t expected it to happen now.
The weight settled on Kyla’s shoulder.
She was going to see Jayden unannounced.
The thought made her heart race like a bird trapped in a firehouse.
The last time she saw him was a month ago. They’d fought hard, and it was partially her fault. The look he gave her as he walked away had stuck with her longer than she wanted to admit.
Disappointment. Regret.
It haunted her for days.
Such a thing had never happened between them before.
She missed him. Like the way you'd miss air when you're drowning.
Jayden probably missed her, too. Now that her father was gone, perhaps making things right with Jayden again could bring back her fading light.
Kyla took a deep breath to calm her nerves.
“Does your boyfriend know you're coming?”
“Does it matter? It's a surprise visit. He doesn't know I'm in the city," she said.
He looked at her for a breath longer before focusing back on the road.
“You're in a fight.”
“No, we're not,” she lied.
He cocked a brow.
“It was just a misunderstanding. Nothing serious,” she admitted with a shrug. “And that we are going to fix for the little while I’m going to stay here in the city.”
“So, your boyfriend had been in the city for how long?”
“Four years. He studied here in the city and spent his holiday in the countryside. With me.” Kyla sighed. “My father never liked him, though. But he is the sweetest.”
The car stayed quiet all through the rest of the ride while she kept herself busy rehearsing the right words to say to him in her head.
Soon, the car pulled up behind the gate a one-story building. There were several cars parked in the driveway, and the distant beat of music made Kyla blink.
“You have an hour,” Carlos said.
“What?” She turned her head to him. “That’s an incredibly short amount of time.”
“If you’re not out a second past an hour, I’ll burst through those doors.”
Kyla rolled her eyes. “You shouldn’t have come with me.”
“Are you sure you wanna go in?”
“Mr. Illegal. You promised not to interfere with my personal life, remember?”
She stepped out of the car, shutting the door with a soft thud before she could hear any more commands, and approached the apartment.
Kyla hated parties. Hated the loud noise, the sweaty bodies grinding against each other, the scent of alcohol and smoke. But Jayden loves them. She recalled how he had dragged her to one back home, and she ended up passing out after getting drunk.
And now here she was.
Even though it wasn’t packed like the one in the club, it still made her stomach churn. Glances from a group of men around Jayden’s age made her skin prickle. She recognized none of them.
Where did Jayden know all these people?
Was she in the right house?
“Who the fuck are you?”
Kyla turned to the barely covered lady, smacking gum with an unwelcoming glint in her eyes. Her face was plastered with glitter and rhinestones that made her look like one of those ridiculous unicorns she’d laugh at on TV.
Except this unicorn had claws in her eyes.
“I’m here to see Jayden,” Kyla replied, mimicking the same tone. “Care to show me the way?”
She eyed her dressing as if contemplating whether to tell her or not. Then her lips curved up slightly.
“He’s upstairs. Last room on your left," she said and walked away, swaying her little ass with more force than needed.
Kyla looked up, wondering if she should still go ahead and find Jayden.
She pulled out her phone and called him instead.
Jayden’s phone rang thrice with no response.
Taking a deep breath for the umpteenth time tonight, she began to head upstairs. If something happens to her, there’s a mysterious devil outside who’ll burst in.
It’s crazy, she knows. But if she leaves the house without seeing who she came for, she might not be able to sleep tonight.
Kyla’s heart hammered as she walked through the empty passage. There was a small pull in her chest, a tiny voice that whispered this was a bad idea. But when her mind was fixed on something, it was nearly impossible to stop herself.
Kyla raised a hand to knock, breath seizing with hesitation.
Then she heard it, just before she could touch the wooden surface.
Moans. Grunts. Skin slapping skin.
Something cracked below her rib, shattering with something that made her head spin.
That can’t be right.
Kyla checked the room. It was indeed the last on the left. Could that weird unicorn lady have lied to her?
But still, within the depths of her, she wanted to open this door.
The male’s voice sounded so familiar even as she tried to deny it.
The other rooms were locked, and only this door had someone… no people in it.
Kyla reached for the knob.
If she were about to intrude on someone else's privacy, then she’d just act drunk and lie that she was finding the bathroom or something.
No. That wouldn’t be right. She should leave. Jayden can’t be there.
He can’t be.
Then came a scream behind the doors.
“Oh yes! I’m gonna cum, Jay!”
Something snapped within her, and before she knew it, she was pushing the door open.
And right before there was Blondie all on fours with Jayden—the man she’d loved for four years—screwing the shit out of her from behind.
The drive was long. Kyla fell asleep in his arms.When she woke again, she realized the car had already stopped. She searched Carlos’s face and found him watching her.“How was your sleep?” he asked softly.“Nice,” she said. “Why didn’t you wake me?”“Didn’t want to interrupt your beauty sleep.”“Or you like to watch me sleep. How do you enjoy that, though? I look weird and, as you said, I snore sometimes.”“You believed that?”Kyla’s eyes went wide. “I knew it. I knew you were teasing me.”“Shit. Now I’ll have to find another thing to tease you about. For the snoring part, you do that once in a blue moon when you are tired down to the marrow of your bones and end up sleeping in a weird position.”She snickered. “Maybe. I like watching you sleep, too. You’re less bossy.”“You don’t like me being bossy?” His eyes darkened slightly.“Who said I don’t?” she smirked and leaned to bite his ear.They stepped out, and Kyla froze when she saw a helicopter waiting for them. They got in, and Ca
Carlos forgot to breathe. The world narrowed to her face, to the small smile on her lips, to the way her fingers were still tangled in his hair. “Kyla,” he called as he straightened and cupped her cheek. “Hey. Remember me?” She nodded. “Of course. I remember you, Mr. Redd.” Relief washed over him.“That’s my girl.” He pressed a kiss to her forehead. “Welcome back. You did well.” She sniffled, caressing his hands. “How long was I unconscious?” “Two months.” Guilt flashed in her eyes, then happiness. “I heard you every day. This memory of you. It wasn’t mine. I fought it and…” “It’s okay.” Carlos kissed her cheek. “Thank you for coming back.” “And thank you for waiting.” “Always, Wildling. I’m never leaving.” She swallowed, as if wanting to say more. He knew that look, the kind that was afraid to let him leave again. “I love you,” he said without hesitation. Kyla released a breath as if she had been holding it in. Tears dropped from her eyes. “You don’t know how long I’ve w
"You were a good actor back there," John said to Carlos as they drove back to the hospital."Not as good as you, though. For a moment, I thought you were going to put a bullet between my eyes," Carlos muttered, hands tight on the steering wheel."Good thing we talked about it before coming here," John said."Hm. Figured she’d use that against you," he glance briefly at John. "We cool?""Yeah, of course" John didn't hesitate to answer.The car fell quiet, saved from the hum of the engine and sounds of other vehicles."We let out more than what we planned back there," John muttered, and Carlos immediately glanced at him."You know I don't mean shit about how I feel about you, right?""Yeah, yeah. I don't mean mine either," he said. "What about what you said you feel towards my daughter? Was that a lie too?"Carlos exhaled a shaky breath.Before he could speak again, Carlos received a call from Vee, which he picked up immediately.Vee's voice was shaky on the other end. "Where are you gu
Gasps and screams erupted around the restaurant. Mothers shielded their children. Couples clung to each other. When someone reached for their phone, Cordelia’s guard raised his gun in warning.Meanwhile, laughter escaped Carlos’s lips as blood stained them.“So this is how you repay me, John? I’ve fought beside you, side by side,” he sniffled. “I won wars for you, even saved your life.”“Yet you disgust me,” John muttered. “You’re never going to be okay, Carlos. You are sick, and you need help. I thought you were getting better,” he shook his head gently. “But now I know the truth. The monster Fred created in you still lives. I coaxed it out for a little while, and that time is exhausted. It is back, staring at me without remorse for ruining my daughter’s life!”Carlos snickered, his hand clutching the bleeding part of his chest. He stared at John with heavy emotions swirling in his eyes.“Is that what you’ve always seen me as?” Carlos’s voice cracked. “A monster? I thought you saw me
John blinked, looking confused.“Let me help you.” Cordelia leaned forward. “Your friend was supposed to be her protector, her handler. Not crawl into bed with her and brand her as his. He took her to the very same club, into the very same lifestyle you were against. Carlos has always had something with crossing the lines, hasn’t he?”John swallowed the excess saliva in his throat. His face paled as sheet. "What?"Cordelia looked satisfied by John's expression to the news. “He set rules, treated her like a desire, and when your daughter wanted something real, he left. And that led to her taken.”“Is that true?” His question wasn't directed at Cordelia. It was to Carlos, who was listening on the other side. “Was everything she said true, or is she just simply drunk?”Carlos sighed low on the other side. The silence that followed was heavy. Then finally...“It's true, John. I'm sorry…”“Fuck,” John muttered, his eyes shutting momentarily as if taking in the news. “Fuck, Carlos. Fuck.”
Carlos froze, his hand still clutching the doctor's neck tightly. His chest heaved as if every breath had been knocked out of his system.Kyla will die?“How do we stop it?” John asked, his voice cracking from behind.“Only Cordelia has the solution. She'd prepared it in case things go wrong. She is probably still with it,” the doctor cried. “Please spare my life. I'm just another hostage to Cordelia. I have a family I haven't seen in five years… I beg you.”Carlos released the doctor, letting the man crumple to the ground, and immediately rushed to Kyla.He held and kissed the back of her hand.“Hey, Wildling,” he said, swallowing as his lips trembled. “If you can hear me, I want you to stop fighting it. Or you're going to kill yourself.”Kyla’s head moved, her body shivering.“Wildling, please. I can't lose you,” he said.“She can't hear, sire,” the doctor said, and Carlos slowly glanced over his shoulder, his expression tight with anger.“She probably also doesn't know that fightin
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