LOGINMany people laugh, but I'm just a little confused. I have no idea what he's about to say."But that phrase, it is embedded deeper in our history than you'd think. Julius Caesar...historic Roman born dictator who lead for five years before his assassination in 44 BC. You're probably wondering what this has to do with anything, because of course this was centuries ago... But perfidy, however, has been strategy for just as long."I actually know that word. It means betrayal..."You see, Julius Caesar was stabbed twenty three times by his own senators. You can't even begin to fathom the impression that degree of disloyalty would leave on you, especially on your death bed."Hayes looks at me, stunned, "Have you heard this?" He whispers.I slowly shake my head. I don't have to express how concerned I am for him to tell.I check out the table full of all our friends. Nat is the only one there who isn't impressed.There's just a proud smirk across his face."Of course, Julius Caesar didn't
I arrived on his fucking arm. My hand was rested on his suit jacket while we got beamed with curious eyes. A ballroom filled with hundreds awaited him. The girl on his arm was just a bonus.Each table is assigned to it's respective group, holding eight chairs for them. They're dressed with silky white cloth and elegant decor. Hints of gold make the room feel a lot more exquisite.An elevated stage is set up along the back wall.There's just a microphone on it, but it really doesn't need much else if that's what Liam will be displayed on.Dresses of all sorts of colors and fashions liven up the white. Most are much more beautiful than mine considering I just kept it simple. Of course my body was still taken note of as we entered. I did everything I could not to steal from Liam’s light.Mr. Luca put me at table 4, the one with our alliance leaders. I don't know if he sat me away from all of my friends out of spite, but I don't mind. I was able to have fun at their table beforehand anywa
That almost feels psychotic, but I guess it's just a scary phenomenon they face."Besides, isn't your fault. Nobody will put blame on you because you only own the place on paper. Jared is the face of it all." Nat says."I-I know. It's just the principle of it." I sniff."Are you ok?" Nat asks me.I gently shake my head, causing a tear to tall.He wipes my cheek with his pinky, the only finger not doused in blood. I take a few breaths and calm down."Where are we even going??" I ask after realizing this isn't the way home."The doctor we pay. They're in a private office so it will be lowkey. We can't take him into a hospital without them getting the police.""Okay." I say to convince myself it will be alright.We stay silent for a little longer trying to comprehend this nightmare."Why did you need the bullets?""We have a guy who can process them. We'll know more information about the gun, which can lead us to who did it.""Yeah but don't you know already??""I- I don't." He chokes.
Today is the day I can finally get my Mafia out of the gutter. The casino opens at 7:00 PM, so I get to see it all firsthand. Liam is driving Nat and I there right now."Do you think this outfit is okay?" I ask."You probably should've asked that before we left." Nat jokes."Well is it?""Yes babe. Pants really suit you.""I would've thought you prefer skirts Liam."Nat says."Nah. She can actually open her legs in these.Nothing is restricting them.""That's what I've been saying! How the hell am I supposed to walk in those pencil skirts?? You can barely move your thighs in them, not to mention the uncomfortable way you have to sit-They're both snickering, and now I realize what he meant."Liam!!" I exclaim, hitting his arm from the backseat."The pants also make your ass look very nice."He smirks."Agreed." Nat laughs."Don't make me come up there!" I snap."Yeah Nat. Her legs are her biggest weapon."He parks on the side of the street in front of an expensive building. Inside is
When I was living alone, I used to make the habit of touching myself before bed. I mean, nobody knows you better than yourself, right?However, now that I have four guys as roommates it's not the first thing that crosses my mind. I've been avoiding it for months, but not tonight. I finally let myself feel good tonight. Thankfully I know how to keep quiet, unlike when Liam is with me. That man just creates a new note every time we're together.I hear my door open and close. I already know it's Liam because he did it so casually. It's like I finished with myself just in time. He crawls into bed behind me and takes his spot as big spoon.I wish he was shirtless, but I know how he likes to sleep in hoodies."Is everything okay?" I softly ask him.He stays silent and just holds me tighter."Talk to me sweetie...""Sweetie..." He says under his breath, mocking it. I can tell that made him grin."What's wrong?" I ask him again."I don't know. I'm just a little scared I think.""Liam... sca
"There doesn't even have to be something to mess up..." I mumble to myself."Don't get all jealous now, because you told me to do it.""Kinky." Nat snickers.I guess she has a point. I really don't want her to stop. The thought of them is too good to let go."I also don't think telling him 'no more' would be enough. He's a powerful man not used to rejection.""And you like that, don't you?" He grins at her."Yeah..."We all laugh at the irony. This all just comes down to our own amusement.The elevator opens up. Ishir was the last person I expected to walk out of it. He's been at his new apartment for a couple days now, so he really has no business around here. He stops in the kitchen and looks at the cake."I guess you heard the good news?" He says."What do you mean?" Stephan asks."Well I stopped by to get a jacket I left, but I guess it's good to tell you in person...""Spit it out!" She exclaims."We got the very last one of the girls home. All of Malcom's victims are free." He
I woke up gasping for air. After sitting up, I quickly look at my surroundings. I'm in a concrete room. There's one window at the top of the back wall. I'm on a small mattress, but there's nothing else to be seen in here.My purse is gone. I hold my breath reach into my ear. Thank god it is still i
"You were shot?!?" He asks, surprisingly worried."Well, grazed." I say, revealing my shin from under the table."What happened to him?""Killian put a bullet through his skull.""So that's why he's MIA.."I let him process his thoughts."Well I was going to send you out for revenge, but I guess th
Yesterday was spent preparing and training for this mission. I've learned about every way to pick a lock, I can avoid unconsciousness from different attacks, and I also know every function of peephole cameras and tiny microphones.The amount of gear I have right now could fill a tool belt if it was
Two days.Mr. Luca is going to sell my fucking soul to Malcom. Worst part is, I will have no choice but to comply. Two days until I'm tied up, tortured, and abused. My body will be beaten, and probably bruised. Just two days, and I'm going to fucking lose it.Killian called me today with last minut







