"What is that?" Sullivan asked in disgust. His best friend and right-hand man, Vito, held out the screaming infant wrapped tightly in white swaddling cloth.
"A baby," Vito droned.Sullivan glared at him. "I can see that. The question is, why do you have the infernal creature with you?"Vito shuffled uncomfortably, still holding out the baby. "Just take it.""Tell me, who owns the child?""Take it first." Vito dropped the child onto Sullivan's desk. The baby released a petulant scream and kicked until it rolled to the edge of the desk. Sullivan caught the bundle before it toppled over. Vito had retreated to the door.Sullivan glowered. "Where the hell do you think you're going?""The child is yours, Sullivan."A heavy denial was on Sullivan's lips when his eyes widened. "Laura?" His face twisted in anger. "You believed that cheating whore?" He looked ready to toss the now silent baby into the trash."Curb your anger, Sullivan. I'm no fool," he fished out several pieces of paper from his pocket and waved them. "DNA tests from three different institutes say the kid is yours."Sullivan stared in open-mouthed disbelief, then he glared at Vito. "Wipe that smirk off your face."Vito's usually cold expression cracked as he teased. "Have fun being a father.""You can't mean to leave me alone with this!"His friend frowned in amusement. "I don't recall being in the bed when she was made.""Doesn't matter, did you say SHE?" Sullivan looked down at the sleeping baby in horror.Vito let out two low grunts that could be considered laughter as he walked out. "Like I said; have fun."---Eight years later.Sullivan picked up a revolver and tested the weight. He clicked his tongue and returned it to the table before picking another gun.Behind him, two half-naked men were kneeling down, blood trickling from various wounds on their bodies onto the white marble tiles. One of them made to crawl towards Sullivan, a man in black closed in and kicked him back into place. The man groaned in pain, and the second man flinched."Please spare me! Please!" The man that was kicked begged. He got on his knees, kowtowing until his head bled and blood trickled down his nose. Sullivan looked down at him in disgust. The sniveling fool had blood, tears, and mucus smearing his face."Coward," Sullivan sneered, turning to the other man. He said, "Won't you beg for your life?"The man defiantly raised puffy, half-shut eyes to meet his. "If I beg, will you give it?"Sullivan chuckled once. "You're a funny one."Before the man could react, Sullivan's gun released a barely audible 'pfft,' and the begging captive toppled over, a fatal bullet through his head. The defiant man shuffled back, eyes wide with horror."You're next...unless you wish to beg."The man spat. Blood and spittle stained Sullivan's white shoes."You're a monster, Sullivan, and you will get what's coming to you..." He fell back, a bullet hole in his head. Sullivan tossed the gun, and it clattered loudly on the table. He sat down two seconds when his phone rang. The caller ID was "Baby." A warm smile lit his face."Hello, baby," he cooed.There was silence at the end of the line, then a deep voice said, "Disgusting."Sullivan's expression flipped like a switch."Why are you with her phone, Vito?"He could hear his friend shrug through the line. "She's on her way to see you.""Why?" Sullivan hissed. "Stop her!"The door of the warehouse was pushed open. A little girl walked in. She wore a black overall on a pink top and black boots. Her dark hair was twisted in a long French plait that brushed her waist. Small dark eyes surveyed the room, glancing briefly at the bodies before resting on her father."Too late," Vito said, amused.Gritting his teeth, Sullivan forcefully hung up the call. He stood and walked towards her. He spread his hands to pick her up, but the little girl stepped out of reach with a disdainful look. She walked past the bodies and sat in Sullivan's chair.She frowned at the bodies. "Clean this mess up," she ordered.The men didn't waste time before clearing the bodies. Two pulled the bodies away, while three mopped up the blood.Five minutes later, the floor was scrubbed clean, and the girl turned to her father."I need to talk to you.""What now, Bloom?""Grandmother wants you to get married."Sullivan choked. "What?""I didn't stutter."Sullivan bent to her eye level. "And how do you know this?"Bloom shrugged. "I have my means."Sullivan raised a brow. "The gossiping maids?"Her lips flattened, but she didn't deny.Sullivan laughed. "Don't worry, pumpkin; they're just talking. Aw, I can't believe you came all the way here because of a few rumors."---Mrs. Mario watched her son wolf down a sandwich.Sullivan caught his mother's gaze and rubbed his cheeks. "Is there food on my face?"She shook her head. "I'm having a party tonight," she began. "I need you to be here."Sullivan frowned. "You throw parties every other day; why is this one important?"Mrs. Mario smiled. "Remember Adelaide? Mrs. Campbell's daughter; both of you met when you were kids. Well, she just finished her studies abroad, and I offered to host a welcome party for her."At the other side of the table, Bloom coughed and gave her father an 'I told you' look.Sullivan deadpanned. "No, I do not remember her; what has her homecoming got to do with me?""Sulli, she's a family friend; it would be disrespectful for you not to be here."Sullivan laughed. "And since when has a Narok had to worry about being disrespectful?"His mother sighed. A long-suffering sigh that made him uncomfortable. He twitched to agree, but he didn't want to be saddled on a date with another entitled heiress. The last one was bad enough. The daughter of an oil magnate; she had walked in on him dealing with a traitor but held onto the relationship under the illusion that she could change him. He smirked, remembering how horrified she had been when he allowed little Bloom to drive knives into a traitor's hands and legs. The wounds had been non-fatal, but she broke off the engagement the next day and left the city...to study abroad. He laughed."What's so funny?" his mother snapped.Sullivan wiped the grin off his face. "Sorry, mama, but I can't make it tonight; I have a shipment coming in at eight. I have to be at the harbor to make sure it doesn't get seized like the last one.""Let Vito take care of it," his mother insisted."He's got his hands full working to renew our contract with Helms Group," Sullivan replied.His mother frowned in annoyance. "You know Helms Group has a daughter; I saw her once at a soirée... She's very beautiful," she added.Sullivan's expression was blank as a board. "Good for them," he said."You're impossible!" She threw down her fork and stormed up the stairs."You will be at the party by nine or you're no son of mine!" She yelled.Sullivan groaned and sank into his seat. He looked over at Bloom, who had a tiny smirk at the corner of her lips, even as she buttered her toast. Her expression was positively smug. Sullivan rolled his eyes."You know..." She turned to him. "I could always deal with the shipment at the harbor.""No," Sullivan replied firmly."Why? I have been learning to take over!""Well, first of all, you're eight years old...""And?""That's it, you're too young," he picked the buttered toast from her plate and stuffed it into his mouth."But grandfather had you handling business at my age!""Yeah, but I was a smart kid.""You think I'm dumb?""No, I think you should wait a few more years... who knows, by next year you might want to be a dancer or something."She sneered. "Don't disgust me."Someone giggled. Esther turned to the source, but all she could see were blurry outlines against the light. She held her bag close and prayed the train stopped at her station soon. She should have taken a cab straight to the hospital instead of taking the subway just to save a few bucks. When she had left home that morning, although her sight was a bit blurry, she could walk just fine. But now she was bumping into everything. The speeding train slowed down, and she sighed as people exited the train, and more people got in. Just two more stops to her destination. She dipped her hand into her bag, rummaging for the familiar bottle. When her hands closed around it, she brought it out; it was so light. She shook out the pills; only two bounced onto her palm. She would need to get a refill after today's treatment.Thirty minutes later, she walked into the hospital just as her sight finally failed."Aiyaa," someone sighed.Esther smiled at the comforting familiar voice. She held out her hand
The woman, Adelaide, was extremely annoying. She hovered around Bloom the entire party, talking about how Bloom's hair had such beautiful curls or how her eyes were smart and expressive. It couldn't be very expressive if the annoying witch couldn't tell that Bloom loathed her presence, or maybe she could tell but chose to ignore it.Grandmother still found a way to arrange a date for her dad and the woman. Grandmother called it a 'get-together' and emphasized that she and the woman's mother would be there, but Bloom was sure they would leave early with some lame excuse. Her dad agreed, with one condition—Bloom had to come along. She rolled her eyes when he said, 'I've been so busy, I hardly spend time with my baby. This will be a good opportunity.'She knew he just wanted to use her as a cupid shield. She'd make sure he paid for that—five hundred silver Galands, to be exact.On a Saturday evening, they were seated in a luxurious private room at Salem Restaurant. An exotic spread of del
Esther had been lost in a world of paint and canvas all day, her creativity carrying her away from reality. As the clock ticked on, she focused on adding delicate strokes to her artwork, completely absorbed in her craft. Suddenly, her phone chimed with a reminder.It was an alarm she'd set earlier: "A Date with Doc Mcstuffins - Don't Be Late!" Esther's eyes widened in alarm. She had lost track of time while working, and her date with Riley was just around the corner. She groaned, this is why she hated appointments.With grudging urgency, she barely had time to wash off the paint that stained her hands and face before slipping into a simple dress and rushing out. Her heart raced during the train ride, and she was grateful when she spotted the diner where they'd planned to meet. But something caught her eye.A man in brown overalls was bent, talking to a little girl. Initially, Esther thought they were related because the girl looked unharmed, even smiling. However, her relief turned to
Bloom ignored her father's stare as they ate dinner that night. She reached for the shrimp dish, but he moved it away. Sighing, she attempted to grab the chicken, only for it to be moved as well. Exasperated, she closed her eyes for three seconds and continued eating her rice."So, no explanation for what happened today?" He asked, pushing the dishes back to her.Ignoring him, she picked up the roasted fish beside her."Bloom."She grabbed another piece of fish and stuffed her mouth."Fine, then I'll find them and get an explanation myself." He stood up and walked out of the dining room.Bloom paused, staring at his back. Would he really search for them? Her mind flashed to her father's methods of extracting information.Shaking her head, she dismissed the thought. No way he would kidnap and torture innocent people just to be petty. She took a big bite of her favorite shrimp, but it tasted like sawdust. A second later, she dropped her spoon and chased after him."You can't touch her!"
Esther was in her studio when her phone rang. She had her headset on, listening to a song when the call interrupted her. It was an unknown number. She frowned and dragged the decline button, relaxing again as the song resumed. She mixed two colors and tested them on the canvas when the song stopped again.She cursed under her breath and picked up the call."Hello," she snapped.There was silence on the line. She frowned in annoyance. Fucking prank calls. She disconnected the call and blocked the number. She took a deep breath; when she was calm, she continued mixing and painting. Less than five minutes passed, and another call interrupted her.She picked up and yelled into the phone, "Do you think it's funny messing with me? If you call my number again, I swear I will track you down and string you like bloody cheese, okay!"The caller was silent, but she could hear breathing. Who the creepy fuck was messing with her this early in the day?"Miss Powés, it's a pleasure to meet you too."
With Bloom's insistence, Sullivan waited for the arrival of the painter. Vito had told him that she found the painter herself and even wrote up a contract. She really put in a lot of effort; honestly, Sullivan found it weird. As a child growing up, she had lost her childish innocence long ago; Sullivan didn't hide the dark part of his world from her. He had a lot of enemies, and it would be best if she didn't grow up as a sheltered dove. But still, she was his princess. When had she ever had to do anything by herself? Because of this, he didn't dare take this lightly. What his baby wanted, she would have.A knock sounded on the study door. It was pushed open, and a maid walked in. "Sir, Miss Powés has arrived."Sullivan nodded and followed her to the receiving room. The first person he saw was a large black woman. She was dressed in simple blue jeans and a red floral shirt; she wore no shoes and instead explored the room in gray and white polka-dot socks. Sullivan frowned in confusion.
Esther's lips twitched as she read Dahra's text the next morning:"Your boss is hot!!!"Followed by a series of lewd emojis.Esther sighed and dropped her phone as she remembered the events of the previous night. During dinner, she had been nervous, expecting a few questions, but she was barely noticed. His cold gaze acknowledged her entrance, and that was it. He didn't notice when she dropped her fork or when she left the table.Returning to her room, which, by the way, was nearly the size of her studio apartment, she couldn't sleep. She lay in bed staring at the swirling curls of the ceiling.Unsure when she would start working, but assuming it would be tomorrow, she tried to get to bed early. But sleep was far from her.Her stomach grumbled. She sighed in resignation and stood up from the comfy bed. Pulling her room door open a smidge she peeped through the crack, the hall was empty and dark. Her room was on the second floor while the kitchen was on the first. She stepped out and g
Esther snapped out of her reverie when the girl, Phoebe, hissed in pain; her glare switched to a pained look. She raised big, teary eyes to look up at Mr. Narok. Esther looked between them in understanding.Mr. Narok's expression turned savage for a second. He glowered down at Phoebe. The girl gasped like a frightened rabbit and stood up. Her messy look made her ooze seduction, but before Esther could analyze any further, the door shut with a bang.The hall was once again quiet. The silence was palpable, and Esther shuffled from one foot to another while trying to ignore the furious girl behind her."Why are you here?" Phoebe hissed.Esther turned to face her, embarrassment coloring her cheeks. "I... nothing."Phoebe rolled her eyes. "Don't even think about it."Esther blinked in confusion. "Think... about what?"Phoebe grabbed her hand and pulled her down the hall towards her room. When they reached her door, Phoebe flung her hand away."Many sneaky little things like you have come i