MasukTiffany bursts out laughing beside me, but her laugh slowly morphs into a cough; she's choking on her smoke. Good for her. I can see Sienna in the mirror, laughing and shaking her head."It's Vegas, baby!" Sienna says. "You gotta watch your own back or someone's gonna do that for you.""Vivaaaa Las Vegas!" Tiffany screams, her eyes shut and abandoned in the leather seat as her right hand is fully stretched outside the open window. “Vivaaaa vivvvaaa Las Vega...!""Jesus Christ!" I drag her hand in immediately as a car speeds past us. A car that could have completely smashed Tiffany's right hand off."Oh my God!" she breathes out, resting her hand on her chest like it's suddenly a treasure she just realized she has. “Thanks. Thank you so much.""Are you crazy! Your hand could have been crushed. You gotta be careful!"She keeps gazing my way for a few silent minutes, her face softening. "You're... you're actually so sweet and kind. Thank you, Diana. I'll be careful next time.""Tiff,
Once our attention shifts to the door, the next thing I'm staring at is not a person. It's a hole. And it's not a normal hole. It's the black hole from a long, silver gun. The kind they call a pistol in movies.Time stops for a few seconds, and everywhere goes completely silent. It's silent enough to hear the man in front of me breathing. The gun is aimed at me. No, it's aimed straight at the man caging my legs. But it's not just the gun, it's the hand holding it. It's a female hand, small, with painted red nails.My eyes travel all the way up to the face and my breath slips. A loud, massive gasp of relief gushes out of me, even when it's not who I expected to see."Please! Please, you have to get me out of here!" I scream."That's exactly what I'm doing!" She snaps at me, pointing the gun further at the man on my lap. "If you move an inch. If you dare move a fucking inch from there, I swear I'll load you full of bullets," she warns him. "Hands up in the air where I can see the
~~~DIANA~~~My whole body is in pain. My joints, my arms, my ankles. My head's throbbing with a massive headache that could kill me.Victor already took my urine and I'm waiting for him to show up. They all left me in here, all alone, tied up, bruised, sweating, and crying for mercy. I don't even know if I'll make it out of here alive. What if after the pregnancy test comes out and they realize they've hurt the wrong woman and they just kill me to hide it? The thought alone gets my body rattling from cold fear.My heart's been stuck in my throat ever since I got into that cab. Or that car.Tears roll down my cheeks. My body trembles with more cries.I could have stayed in California. I shouldn't have listened to that bitch and come all the way here to Vegas. If I had listened to Pippa, at least I'd be in my bed right now, dealing with a normal heartbreak, and nobody would be screaming in my face threatening to gangrape me for a crime I didn't even commit.The words "gang rape" mak
~~~CAIRO~~~I kill the engine right in front of the house and get out. Alec and two of my guys are already waiting by the porch. I slam the car door shut, a little too loud, because my hands feel like breaking something any moment."Sir," Alec nods in front of me. "You asked the men to come. What is it you need done?""I need you to step into that guest room. And I need you to drag out whatever shit she came with, throw them in the car, and help send that bitch back to wherever she came from."Alec nods. "On it, sir."They all storm into the building and I follow after them.Mom's at the dining table, sipping wine, so I settle into one of the seats, grab the bottle of whiskey in the middle of the table, and pour myself a glass half full."What is going on, Cairo? You said it was an emergency and left in a hurry."I push the drink into my mouth, and the punch hits my throat. My heart is tearing apart; I can't bring a single thought together. The only thing I need is to get that bitch
The Victor guy steps away from the window and comes to the back of the couch, leaning his arms into it. He stares right into my eyes like I'm supposed to remember exactly who the hell he is."I know she's been fucking you, brother. Last month, and two months ago," Victor says, looking at Mr. Luthor. “But I guess she didn't know you've got a brother who's a doctor.”“When she came into my clinic, she just made me a very simple request. She first took a pregnancy test, and I realized she was already four weeks gone.”“That's when I connected it instantly. I know the baby is yours, Luthor. But the slick bitch asked me to fake a report.”“She wanted me to make it look like it's just a one-week pregnancy."Victor shakes his head, chuckling."She made me an offering. A million dollars. Like, something I already make in a few days, you know?"Everyone in the room laughs again, but I just keep listening to his words, the massive shock I'm receiving being enough to force a vomit out of me."
My eyes flutter open just a tiny bit, and the first thing I'm staring at is a plain white ceiling with a single chandelier hanging off the middle of it. The chandelier isn't even turned on. My eyes fully open next, and what comes into sight is a completely empty room with just a long black couch and a small wine table in the center of it.I try to move my hands, but they aren't budging at all. They feel completely stuck. I push myself up a bit, and the whole sight of my own body forces a tiny, scared gasp out of me. My hands are roped together tightly at the wrists, and my legs are tied together with another thick rope. It's tied in this super hard knot that's heavily bruising my ankles. I can't move my feet an inch without hurting.My heart punches a cruel, terrified beat. Ilift my upper body off the soft red rug, breathing wildly through my nose because there's a thick piece of tape sealing my mouth shut.My blurry vision starts coming together a bit, and I notice a man sitting







