Share
Chapter Eight.
A few agonising weeks later.....
BAAAANNNGG!!!!
The furious crackling sound rips through the room, and I watch as the man who stood before me, pleading for mercy on his soul, collapses to the ground.
The office doors burst open, men flood in one by one, angry expressions marring their features. When I turn to face them, the gun I'm holding slips from my grasp due to my trembling fingers, landing with an echoing thud on the floorboards.
I raise my hands, covering my mouth as I try to muffle my cries of shock, and I turn back around to face the poor man I've just killed.
His lifeless blue eyes peering back at me, his face contorted with a pleading expression and blood pooling around his head.
My heinous crime is on full display in front of Trent's army of goons.
"I...I..I. you." I stammer, my eyes overflowing with tears as I look at Trent.
"Indeed, Mila, the gun was loaded, and you have just assassinated th
Related chapters
Hidden Secrets: A Screwed Up Love Story Chapter Nine.
Five days later... With my anxiety taking over, I am powerless to keep my nails from digging into the wooden armrests of my chair, small splinters embedding themselves deeply beneath my nails as I loudly swallow back the nausea that has been coaxing the back of my throat for several weeks and my focus is solely on the man sitting in front of me. "You are, in fact, pregnant, Ms Starkk." As he examines my file, the doctor makes an announcement. "P..pre.." I stutter, the words refusing to leave my lips as my body begins to burn up. "Yes, pregnant," he says, looking at me through his concerned hazel green eyes as he slides his pair of glasses down the bridge of his nose. "I...I..I. Shiiit..." I mutter, removing my hands from the chair, I grip my purse violently that lays on my knees, turning my knuckles white as I try to figure out what I'm going to do. "With the information you have given us, you're about twelve weeks
Hidden Secrets: A Screwed Up Love Story Chapter Ten.
Twenty-Four Weeks Pregnant...I look down at my swelling belly, which is about the size of a well-inflated basketball, and I allow my hands to rub across the surface of my abdomen, where I can feel my baby's small movements beneath my fingertips."What's taking them so long?" Ace mutters as he examines his watch, his brows furrowed with impatience as he glares at the door every few seconds."We literally just walked into the room." I scowl at him with annoyance and roll my eyes heavenward; his attitude has really started to get on my nerves lately and the last thing I want is for him to sit here whining like a three-year child.I was practically begging him not to come with me this morning before we left the Mansion, I just really wanted some peace and harmony and after listening to him bitch most of the night about chaperoning me to another appointment had me screaming inwardly as I pictured myself tearing out my hair. The appointments appear to be too time-consuming for him when he
Hidden Secrets: A Screwed Up Love Story Chapter Eleven.
Ace brings the Jeep to a complete standstill when the traffic lights turn red. The roads surrounding us are clear, which is unusual for 11 a.m. on a Thursday morning. "Something is wrong," Ace says, pulling up the handbrake as he opens his glove box and pulls out a gun.'My thoughts precisely,' I think to myself, and my entire body is suddenly overwhelmed by fearThe palms of my hands become sweaty and damp, the deafening sound of my heart pounds loudly in my ears, and my jittery eyes incessantly scan the streets.Seconds later, five black sedans enter my field of vision, approaching us from the front of the Jeep. Their cars' tyres screech to a halt, the doors fly open, and guys dressed entirely in black begin to file out, one by one."Shit! It's the bloodthirsty Irishmen." Ace curses as he cocks his gun and reaches over to my side of the car, popping open the dash's hidden compartment.I watch with wide eyes as sixteen men charge towards us, their faces contorted with wrath as they r
Hidden Secrets: A Screwed Up Love Story Chapter Twelve.
We enter the mansion through the large iron gates, looking exactly how we feel: sore, tired, and in desperate need of a hot shower. My kneecaps are grazed, the soles of my feet are cut up and my clothes look like I've been attacked by a grizzly bear. All while, Ace doesn't have a strand of hair out of place or a spec of dirt staining his clothes. Trent comes into our line of vision as the front door yanks open, his arms crossed against his broad chest, preventing us from entering. "How did you two get so fucked up?" He spits out with a scowl on his face and his words are heavily coated with interest. "We were targeted on our way home from the hospital, which resulted in a shootout with the Irishmen." He draws me in closer to his body, pressing mine flush against his. "And this beauty right here eliminated the majority of them." His voice is brimming with pride. My eyes meet Trent's and I catch him looking me up and down with a smirk on his face and his tongue running along the
Hidden Secrets: A Screwed Up Love Story Chapter Thirteen.
One week later... I sit sandwiched between Ace and Jacob at a large rounded table at the 'Le Fleur' restaurant, the aromas of rich food and cigars linger in the atmosphere. Tonight is auction night, a four-monthly gathering of wealthy bastards with sick fetishes for the girls Trent has trafficked into the country intending to sell them to the highest bidder. 60% of the girls are between the ages of 15 and16, and it makes me sick to my stomach to watch them walk onto the stage blindfolded and wearing nothing but sexy lingerie, with a spotlight highlighting their greatest assets and flaws for their audience to see while they are sexually objectified and then purchased like livestock. I take a sip from the icy glass of bottled water; I used to enjoy coming here when Ace first introduced me to this place, but now it's a place I despise and wish to never return for multiple reasons. One of those reasons occurred two years ago when I witnessed my first shooting, met Trent and learned A
Hidden Secrets: A Screwed Up Love Story Chapter Fourteen.
"Quantum pensi ache valga la tua ragazza?" (How much do you think your girlfriend is worth?) I am brought back to reality when I overhear one of the goons speaking Italian. They converse exclusively in their mother tongue for two reasons: one, they're speaking about me, and two, they don't want me to know of their agendas because I am guaranteed to detest them with a passion. 'They are certainly in for a little treat..' My inner Goddess cackles. They have no idea that I have been buried in books recently; I may not be fluent in Italiano, just yet. But, I can understand enough to pick up on what they are saying for me to respond. Aces' pupils contract into thin slits, and his fingers twist into the plain white tablecloth in front of him, crinkling the perfectly ironed linen as he inwardly seethes at the comment being made. I watch him discreetly in the corner of my eye, he's been closed off and aloof since he was forced to watch Trent take me against my will last night for the t
Hidden Secrets: A Screwed Up Love Story Chapter Fifteen.
I enter the office like a naive little girl. I know I should heed to my inner Goddess, who is howling at me, 'This is a trap; flee before it is too late.' And she is right; it is too late; I brush past him, my sight settling on the chair in front of the enormous mahogany desk, which I slip into. I hear the faint sound of the door closing and the click of the door locking. I keep my gaze straight ahead, attempting to maintain an increased level of awareness while I wait for him to take his seat in front of me. I am too intrigued to hear his proposal for me to get up and walk out. Something deep inside me screams out that his proposition will cost me my soul but could possibly benefit me at the same time. He sinks into his chair, opens the top drawer of his desk and extracts a bottle of Glenfiddich. I stare at him as he fills his tumbler glass three fingers high, and then replaces the bottle in the drawer. His presence alone screams power that steals the air from me. His masculin
Hidden Secrets: A Screwed Up Love Story Chapter Sixteen.
"Posso essere il tuo angelo che ti protegge dai tuoi incubi" (I can be your Angel that protects you from your nightmares.) He mutters in my ear and his silky voice causes my eyes to seal themselves shut as I focus solely on the words he is saying, not the heat that emanates off his body. "O il bastardo che trasformerà quegli incubi in realtà." (Or the bastard that will make those nightmares a reality.) I slowly turn around in his embrace. I look up into his ocean baby blue eyes and I feel myself drifting away. The fear. The torture. All of the broken promises sworn to me leaves a tangled web of turmoil
Latest chapter
- Hidden Secrets: A Screwed Up Love Story Chapter Seventy-Five.
- Hidden Secrets: A Screwed Up Love Story Chapter Seventy-Four.
- Hidden Secrets: A Screwed Up Love Story Chapter Seventy-Three.
- Hidden Secrets: A Screwed Up Love Story Chapter Seventy-Two.
- Hidden Secrets: A Screwed Up Love Story Chapter Seventy-One.
- Hidden Secrets: A Screwed Up Love Story Chapter Seventy.
- Hidden Secrets: A Screwed Up Love Story Chapter Sixty Nine.
- Hidden Secrets: A Screwed Up Love Story Chapter Sixty Eight.
- Hidden Secrets: A Screwed Up Love Story Chapter Sixty Seven
