LOGINLucille’s POV“He’s such a scumbag,” Mathew said.I kept my eyes glued to the screen. Once I had enough, I shut the screen and placed the tablet down. “You’re not mad?” Mathew asked.I smiled, shaking my head. “Why should I?” I asked. I’ve long been detached from him. I have no reason to care if he went back to Katherine. “I guess I can now understand why he sent me that text.”“What did he say?” Mathew asked.I opened up the text and passed my phone to him. “Something about finally understanding that he had hurt me and so he would let me go,” I explained.Mathew scoffed. “You believe him?”“Belief?” I paused to think for a moment. “I wouldn’t say I completely believe him but I can give him the benefit of the doub that he’s ready to stop pestering me.”If going back to Katherine would get him to stay away, then so be it. But I highly doubted it would. “Do you think they are truly in love?” Mathew asked.In love? That was a funny thought. What they had wasn't love. I doubted they even
King’s POVLucille’s phone kept buzzing non-stop. Hesitantly, I opened my eyes. Lucilled laid on my arm, in sound sleep. My lips crooked in a small smile. Gently, I moved her head, placing it on a pillow. I grabbed her phone to find a series of texts from Benjamin.Lucille cancelled the meeting and any further meeting he intended to have with her. She picked me to him but he couldn’t take it. Not like she told him I was the reason. [Why? I let you cancel three times.][Are you avoiding me?][You still love me, right? If we meet, you can no longer stay away, right?]He was delusional but it seemed I would just have to help him understand. I videocalled him. He was quick to pick up. “Lucy, you—”He couldn’t finish. Without showing my face, I brought the camera to Lucille’s face. She looked so peaceful asleep with hickeys all over her neck. They were in clear view, for Benjamin to see.“You piece of shit!” He cursed. “What is this supposed to mean? Why are you in her room? What trick di
Lucille’s POVI rested on the staircase railing, arms folded as I watched King play with Harvey. They were in a competition but who was I to question their play date. It’s been that way for days now.With King unable to go work and restricted from leaving the house, Harvey has kept him busy. But I must say the duo was a disaster when I wasn’t looking. Fortunately, they were having a friendly match with Sam the referee.“Fifteen multiplied by eighteen plus two hundred multiples by three divided by eight,” Sam said.King and Harvey glanced at each other. Harvey frowned. “That’s difficult,” he said.“I guess you will get no cake—”“One hundred and fifty five point three seven five or three hundred and forty five.”“What the… you tricked me. I could have answered that,” King argued.Harvey laughed. “You said that for the last fifteen questions.”“Because you tricked me fifteen times.”“You have no proof.” Harvey snapped his head to the side in defiance.Sam stood to the side enjoying the
Lucille’s POVA few hours in the hospital and we were finally allowed to see King. His face was pale with a bandage wrapped around his shoulders. He blinked his eyes open and stretched his hand to me.I stepped closer, taking his hand. “How are you feeling?” I asked.He nodded, slightly but said nothing. “He’s fine. He is lucky. It missed his vitals by barely an inch,” Dr. Keith explained.“How did he get hurt? He was fine, there was no sound and…”“This was used.”Dr. Keith uncovered a hospital tray and in it sat a small metallic object, round. It was so small it could easily be missed. “How did this… the man,” I snapped my head to King. “I saw a man by the window. I had missed him until then.”“It means Jospehine’s men are still out there,” Dr. Keith said.“I’ll handle it,” King finally spoke.“By using yourself as bait?” I asked.They hurt him without making a sound. I was right there. I didn’t think I would care so much. King’s life revolved around guns and death. I should know th
Lucille’s POVMy fingers tightened on the quilt with every gunshot and thud that followed. I feared for the worse. What if he got hurt? I quickly put on some clothes and dashed for the door. My hand paused at the doorknob, remembering King’s words. I had nothing on me to protect myself or him with. I turned around, eyes darting around the room, searching for anything I could use.I rummaged through the drawers and any spot that he could possibly have hidden a gun but the room was clean. The door burst open and I spun around with a gasp. A shiver ran through me with a masked man pointing a gun at me.Before I could think of a way out of it, a shot was fired. Blood splattered on the wall. The masked man fell to the floor with a loud thud as King emerged. He gave one glance to the dead man then came to me.He racked my body with his eyes. “Are you hurt?”I shook my head. “I should be asking you that,” I said.He was covered in blood. I couldn’t tell if any were his or his enemies. “I ca
Lucille’s POVI snapped my head to the side. My phone laid at the side with an ongoing call. My eyes widened, glancing at King. His lips were curved in an arc, satisfaction in his gaze. “You—”“What are you doing, Lucille?!” Benjamin barked, his rage sipping through the phone.I opened my mouth to speak, instead a moan came out. King moved his hips, resuming his thrusts. He didn’t seem to care that someone could hear us. Or he just didn’t care what Benjamin heard or thought.I threw my hands over my head, gripping the couch with my head tipped back. The squleching sounds of his dick inside of me, his groans, my moans, I could control none of it.My grip tightened around the leather couch. He bent over, taking over my lips. I moaned into his mouth, as my fingers found his back, digging my nails into the skin around it. “Oh, fuck I’ve missed you,” he said.I stared at him with lust filled eyes, lips parted. “Does it feel good?” he grunted, flicking my bud.I could make no words, only a
Lucille's POV “Here boss,” the lady that was meant to be dead said, handing a key to King.I blinked a couple of times, staring at the face of the woman I had shot on my very first day in this club. So much so it traumatized me.However, there was a difference.That lady was quivering just at the
Lucille’s POVKing pulled me into him, his hand around my head as the glass at my side shattered as well. “Out!” King ordered the driver.I heard the gun clock as he got out of the car. My body shivered at the sound of the gun. A loud thud followed and a splash of something which reached my face.I
Lucille’s POVWith Harvey at my side, we went for the door of the house. After a twist of the key in the hole, the door flung open, revealing an open living room. The sofas were distances away from each other, a massive television at the side. The blue paint wasn't exactly the colour I liked, but
Lucille's POV I struggled with the ropes around my wrists, but they were too tight. Pulling too much only got me bruised. I stopped when I heard footsteps approaching. “I’m sorry, Miss Lucille, old habits,” Josephine snapped her fingers and her men retracted their guns. “Get her out of those dam







