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Twelve: Irresistible
He stepped back still smiling as he watched my expression.
Was this really the end for me? Was this going to be how I died?"We're leaving in five," He announced to both me and CJ before walking out to the car.I had just watched this man, brutally torturing someone and the next thing was me sitting next to him knowing fully well I had a crush on him and at the same time, I'd become scared of him also.I got changed immediately and got into the car, settling in the backseat with Saint.I felt his eyes never leave me as I sat, looking straight ahead and pulling down my skirt which didn't stop going to my upper thighs.The car started and we headed to the house.After some time, Saint leaned into me once again, my neck and ears feeling his hot breaths on them as he spoke."You disobeyed me, Jade, sneaking around and all. I have to punish you, you know?" He said softly, almost in a whisper. His deep voice wBab terkait
Mafia's Little Pearl Thirteen: A party?
He left after we were done with only his lingering scent which stayed back in the room with me to keep me company. I thought about him as I cleaned myself up, wishing he had stayed longer, maybe held me in his arms and maybe even slept together. I kept on replaying sceneries even after I got into the shower and as I fell asleep. I woke up the next day to hear unusual noises coming from the house. I looked from the window to see black cars parked downstairs and more men (minus Saint's guys who always stood and kept tight security) dressed in suits standing attention, keeping guard. I wondered what was going on. I hurriedly had my bath and by the time I was done, I heard an engine come on and rushed back to the window. I saw Saint shake hands with some guy I'd never seen before while CJ hugged him, and then he got into the car and drove off. His other cars followed behind as well while Saint and CJ walked back briskly into the house. I dressed up and opened the door to see CJ, han
Mafia's Little Pearl Fourteen: Party prep
Saint's POVI had slept with her. Again. I needed to get a grip on myself. I had promised myself I wouldn't do so any longer but she kept on tempting me each day, disobeying me even. I had woken up that morning, struggling to bury the thoughts of how warm she had felt when I was inside her and how wet she always was, for me. I knew I didn't like her that way and I wasn't going to in the future either so I was sure everything was just lust, at least for me. And I needed to stop going back for more. The glares from the sun shone on my face just as I reached for my phone to check the time. It was nine in the morning and I had important guests coming soon. I hurriedly prepared for them and soon enough they came. We discussed business and they put me in on getting vital information to use in getting Matrix and might even lead me to Tequila. The dude who was supposed to get me the information in exchange for money was attending the same event I was going to the next day. It was the wel
Mafia's Little Pearl Fifteen: You look beautiful
The next day, the woman from the boutique came over to the house and did my hair and makeup. I thanked her as I admired myself continuously in the mirror saying she did a good job which she smiled sweetly to. She also left behind some shopping bags which she said Saint had told her to bring over. The shopping bag had some purses, clothes, perfumes, shoes and a new phone. I surprisingly opened one bag after the other, wondering why Saint bought all this stuff for me. After that, she left hurriedly saying she needed to be somewhere and she was running late. I sat in my room after going through all the bags and turning on the phone, waiting patiently for when someone would knock and tell me to come downstairs so I can get in my dress and shoes. After a few moments, the new phone buzzed. I checked to see a text from a number. It read 'You can come downstairs if you're ready'. I checked my makeup once again then got into the dress. Then a little problem came up, I couldn't reach the
Mafia's Little Pearl Sixteen: Not as planned
Everywhere looked fancy and expensive. I had not been to a party which looked this way. This was really for the richest of the rich and the elites. I instantly felt out of place even though I was dressed pretty decently. We were escorted to our reserved table after Saint had shown the bouncer at the entrance the invitation card. The party had barely started when we got there. We settled down instantly and I looked around observing the area just the same time Saint did. "Here's pretty much fancy," I told Saint admiring the beautifully arranged decorations. "I agree," He replied still looking around. "Nothing seems suspicious yet." He said again. "Suspicious?" I asked him looking in the same direction as he was. "That's for me to handle. You just do your work." He answered. "Okay," I said reluctantly just as the mic sound came on and the Mc started talking. The party went on with speeches being given and all that. Then we did a toast. After that, everyone just stood around, socia
Mafia's Little Pearl Seventeen: Saving her
Saint's POV I watched her walk towards the guy with the briefcase and then she exchanged it with him. I just couldn't take my eyes off her, just like I had not been able to since I walked into her room to help her zip up. Back in the room when I was alone with her, I had to stop myself from leaning in to kiss her because I knew if I ended up doing so, the night's mission would be ruined.I watched how her dress hugged perfectly to her back as she walked making her look ethereal. She didn't seem nervous so it was almost quite good she was doing the job well. She turned to signal me that she had done the exchange, then left. I texted CJ to be on an alert for her and waited for his response as I drank. "Where's your lady?" Sasha said as she came over again to where I was and ran her fingers down my suit, flirting. I gave her a little smile, "She'll be here soon." I lied, knowing I was not in the mood to flirt with other women. I didn't know what it was, but I felt it was my respons
Mafia's Little Pearl Eighteen: Are you hurt
Jade's povI had made to run away again before the very familiar voice I wanted to hear that night spoke up. "It's me, Jade," Saint said, still covering my mouth. "Don't scream."He removed his hand and I turned to look at his face. I felt a huge relief seeing him and from his expression, it was possible he felt the same way. "Saint..." I trailed off. "I.. uh...still got the briefcase," I said quietly. "I'm sorry I-" "Are you okay?" He asked me lifting my face with his hand and turning it sideways to check for injuries. It was then I noticed how close I was to him with his face a few inches from mine. He touched my temple and looked to see his hand covered in blood. My eyes widened as I did the same gesture and indeed, I was bleeding. I hadn't even noticed that I was and I was sure it was from the mini fight with the guy inside the car. Saint frowned deeply, his eyebrows furrowing together and as I met his eyes, I saw anger apparent in them. "Saint... I'm sorry." I apologized, n
Mafia's Little Pearl Nineteen: Being delusional
Jade's PovI opened my eyes slowly, looking around. My head hurt pretty badly. I looked around and realised I was in my room at Saint's house. The memory of me losing consciousness jogged back making me sigh. "You're awake." I heard Saint say from beside me to my utmost surprise. "Yeah." I nodded gently. "My head still hurts."He stretched slowly. "It would be gone in no time, don't worry too much."He was still wearing his black shirt and trousers from the party and looked stressed. Like he had been awake for a long time and I saw treatment equipment on the table there. I noticed I was out of my dress also and now in a comfortable T-shirt, I didn't remember owning. "I changed you... The dress seemed uncomfortable to sleep in." He said rubbing the back of his head. "Thanks," I replied, knowing he had seen me naked already and there was nothing really to hide. "You were here all night?" I asked again as he stood up. "Yeah. Had to make sure you were okay." He answered. His words
Mafia's Little Pearl Chapter Twenty: Make him Jealous
I sat on the chair at the countertops at the bar downing alcohol. I hated this feeling. I wanted to be the one on Saint's thighs and have his hands deep in my dress. I hated that he was with her and I hated that it felt like I was trying too hard. I hated the jealousy that burned in my heart with rage at just the thought of her and him together. Just the other day, he had called me his woman and was angry that I got hurt and then what now? He was acting differently?I scoffed. I took more gulps of the alcohol, scanning the room. It was of no use sitting around and getting angry over him when in fact I could do exactly what he was doing. We weren't together of course and it meant I could do whatever with whomever I wanted. I was prepared to go wild and of course, make him fucking jealous as well. If he was playing games with me, then he wasn't the only one who knew how to play them. I was going to make him jealous and get a reaction out of him. If that was what he wanted. I took a l
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- Mafia's Little Pearl Hundred: Epilogue
- Mafia's Little Pearl Ninety nine: The end
- Mafia's Little Pearl Ninety eight: I love you
- Mafia's Little Pearl Ninety seven: Villa
- Mafia's Little Pearl Ninety six: Alcohol
- Mafia's Little Pearl Ninety five: Matrix 2
- Mafia's Little Pearl Ninety four: Matrix
- Mafia's Little Pearl Ninety three: Where
- Mafia's Little Pearl Ninety two: Tonight
