LOGINChapter 2
Jane's POV
The next morning, I was facing the mirror. I was wearing a simple white sequin dress. Fernando's sister had done my make-up herself and all I could think of was how I was about to sell myself to save my mother.
The driver walks in.
"It's time." He called from behind his dark shades and I hurried into my shoes. It was going to be just simple wedding. Fernando and I and the bishop and his parents maybe.
For now I just wanted to get it over with.
The car started off slowly and my mind was totally void.
"You must be thirsty." The driver called tapping the bottled water in the center console.
"As usual." I exhale and pull the bottle.
I had drank up to half of the water when my phone started ringing.
"What's taking you so long?" Fernando demanded.
"We're on our way." I replied calmly, ending the call before he could say anything else.
"Could you go faster?" I asked the driver sitting in front of me but he gave me no response.
I shake my head and arrange my headdress with the screen of my phone as a mirror.
Just as I was staring at my reflection, Tim's name popped up on the screen and I sighed.
"I thought you wouldn't call." I whispered. But just as I was about to answer the call, the car took a sharp swerve off the main road that got my phone flying out of my hand.
I struggled to hold myself back to the back seat before casting a look at the driver.
"What's going on?"
But again, he doesn't give me a response. I was seized by panic when I looked to see that he had taken a different rout entirely off the road that led to the church.
"Where are you taking me?" I demanded.
"To your husband to be."
"This isn't the way!"
"Not Fernando." He replied coldly and my eyes dilated in shock. My phone stared ringing again and I grabbed it from the floor.
"Tim, help! I'm being kidnapped!" I cried into the phone.
"Jane?" As soon as he spoke, the driver reached back and seized the phone from my hand before bringing the car to a halt.
We were now parked under the bridge and the road was deserted.
Intense fear crept into my heart and I froze in the backseat as the driver opened the door and pulled me out. He led me to the front seat and as soon as he sat me down, the phone started ringing again.
"You're going to pick the call now and tell him that you're fine and were just joking."
"What?"
"Do it now." He raises his had and I see a gun in his grip.
I scream aloud and covered my mouth almost immediately. "Do what I ask now." He points the gun next to my head.
"Hi, Tim."
"Jane, what's going on?"
"Nothing."
"What do you mean nothing."
"I was just pulling your legs. I'm absolutely fine."
"Jane."
I let out a shrieking laughter. "I'm fine."
"Where are you now?"
My gaze rolls to the driver but the moment I feel the gun's snout touching my temple, I avert my gaze. "On my way to the wedding hall."
"Alright..."
The driver rolls him finger in a circle for me to wrap it up.
"Alright I gotta go, Tim. We'll talk later." I said before Tim could speak and the driver seizes the phone from me, switching it off right in front of me.
I have pulled the same prank on Tim more than twice. How would he know that this time around I was really in trouble.
"Please... What do you want?"
He takes the gun from my head and tucks it in. "I'm sorry I had to do that. El jefe would be furious with me if he found out I put a gun to huge head."
"What? Who's El jefe?"
"Your husband as I stated earlier. I'm taking you to him now."
"No! There's been a mistake. I'm not engaged to anyone else."
I reach for the door and try opening it but it was already locked.
I press my back to the seat in full panic. I had soaked my dress with perspiration now.
"Hello!" He spoke to the cell phone in his hand. "Yes, El jefe... I have her."
I could recall El jefe meant 'the boss' in spanish. Who was he and why did he want me?
When he ended the call, I drew near. "Look! Trust me, you have got the wrong person!" I tried to explain but my words started collapsing as they reach my lips. My eyes were getting heavy to keep up and I felt my head spinning.
What was happening to me?
My back dropped drastically against the seat, my entire body going numb while he just kept driving into the dark.
The water bottle beside me was the last thing my eyes captured before they closed completely.
By the time I woke up, I found myself lying in a small bed. The room I was in was dark except for a small bedside lamp that illuminated the space around me.
I rubbed my eyes before my brain slowly started a replay of the last incidence.
Where am I?
"You're finally awake Lucia." A masculine voice sends me jolting against the bedframe.
I quickly rise to a sitting position, folding my legs to the side. In the dark room, I traced the lines to a figure seated at the far end of the bed opposite me.
From the figure I was certain it was a man, in a suit, sitting with his right leg crossed over the left. He was relaxed on the seat so that I could see a portion of his bare bulky chest peering out between his lapels. I could not see his face clearly but I could trace the line of his hair dropping over one side of his face.
What did he just call me? Lucia?
He gets up and I am impressed by how tall and broad he was. As he walked towards me, I found myself drawing nearer to the bed board. My vision was still a bit blurry and the room's partial darkness wasn't helping.
"Who are you?" I asked in a shaky voice.
"It's really good to hear your voice again." He whispered as he reached the side of my bed.
DIEGOI dropped my briefcase onto the table, harder than I meant to, and sank into the chair. My breath was still uneven, my pulse refusing to settle. I yanked my tie loose and pushed my hand back through my hair.But no matter what I did, her image stayed with me.Lucia - standing there in that thin, almost transparent singlet… her skin glowing under the hallway light, her glassy eyes… the details of her body like a bruise in my mind, impossible to ignore and sure to leave a scar.And Quinn behind her.Why was he in there with her?Why was she half dressed?Why did she look… cornered?A knot twisted deeper into my stomach and I dragged off my jacket while struggling to force my breathing down to something normal. But every attempt to rationalize only made something furious toil tighter in my chest.If Quinn was hurting her, if he was... Quinn wasn't that kind of man. But if I ever found out he forced himself on her in any way…I wasn’t sure what I would do to him. But I knew it'll b
JANEI didn't know what I was thinking now. I don't even know if I was thinking at all. Or maybe I didn't need to think. I just wanted to feel his body on mine. In mine.I wanted to touch him and be touched by him.His lips refused to leave mine during our push and tussle into the shower cubicle. I didn't even know when he pulled his singlet off. Or maybe I did it for him.I didn't care. The moment the water touched my skin, I gasped. He pulls away from me quickly to adjust the temperature of the water.I faced the mirror and figured my singlet was now see-through, glued to my body by the water.Quinn appears behind me, his body warm as we leave the shower behind us but we could still feel the splashes, now warmer.I watch him from the mirror as he plants soft kisses along the length of my neck, his hand tugging at the hem of my singlet. I close my eyes and raise my hands above my head, making it easier for him to drag out of me. When I open my eyes, I'm staring at how amazing my b
JANE I lifted a hand to block the sunlight stinging my eyes. Warm brightness slipped through the curtains, brushing over my skin. “You look prettier today.” I jolted upright the moment I heard Quinn’s voice, clutching the bedsheet to my chest as if it were armor. He was seated at my dressing table - joggers, white singlet, hair falling over his forehead, cup of coffee in hand. A strange déjà vu flickered through me. Except this time, he was staring straight into my eyes. “What… how—” My gaze darted down at myself. I was wearing a white singlet similar to his. It was his, in fact. Beneath the blanket, my panties from yesterday. My heart slammed hard enough to bruise. “Did I fuck your voice away?” he teased. “I don’t remember wearing this,” I snapped back, heat rising in my face. No - he did not take my voice. And no - we didn’t even fuck! Flashes of last night crawled back: My memory got fuzzy afterwards because of the alcohol. How could I have been so stupid to let him.... I
Jane's POV Once he shot the door to his study room, he sat me on top of the table, pinning me down with hands on the table, at both side of my thighs. "What was that all about?" He demanded. "That was about me doing my job well. Isn't that how perfect you wanted it to be?" I clapped back. His nose squeezed, his face tilting back. He perceived the alcohol from my breath, then a smirk draws slowly over the corner of his lips. "Even when you asked Rodrig to stay?" He cocks a brow. "Sounds to me like you enjoyed his company." "Maybe I was just tired of being around you only!" I yelled. "And saw someone with real gut and real aura!" "Or..." His hands slide further, his body coming closer to mine. "You've become so accustomed to the violence I show you that you now love the mafia!" He draws the 'L' in love. That's not true. That'll never be me. I pushed my face closer, our noses almost touching and my eyes glaring stubbornly into his. "I think it's time for me to speak to my
Jane's POV "Will you look at that?" Rodrig's voice welcomed us to the hall room. "Madrid goes 4-2 against the home team! Disgusting." My eyes searched for the body but it and been cleaned up. Not even a trace of blood left. Rodrig turned from the TV and fixed his eyes on us as we reached the end of the stairs. "You're here finally. Where's my stash?" I leaned on the railing, my thighs grinding against the other as if to trap the heat left by Quinn still in. I watched him as he placed the carton of ammunition on the round table. He bent over, his hands picking through the items one after the other, his fingers brushing across the parts, some holding firmly. Those same long thin fingers that were inside me a few minutes ago. I slid my fingers up the back of my ear, down my neck to wipe the sweat off. "That's enough. I trust they're intact," Rodrig grunted, beckoning on the maid to our him another glass. I gulped saliva down my dry throat and strolled to the bar, pouring m
Quinn's p o v "Save that for later, my lady." I murmur as I jerk her dress up against her waist and tug at the strap of her panties. "Don't call me tha..." Before she could finish, I seize the waist strap of her lacy thong and slowly drag it down, out through her feet and wrap my fingers around the soaked piece before bringing it to my nose and sniffing hard at the sexy fragrance of her wetness. I casually shove it aside and turn back to her. She's down with her dress hiked up to her waist and her knees raised, the blurry view of her drenched pussy beneath sends a shattering sensation through my nerves. Her hair is scattered all-over the table and her shoulder, her face, and the top of her breasts too– it makes her look angelic. Her chest is heaving fast– she's still not settled for her sweet punishment yet. My fingers tap on her ankles, before slowly climbing up her legs. The top of my fingers glide across her creamy thighs causing her to shift against my touch. When I arr







