ADRIANA'S POV
WHICH beat more lightly, the drizzling rain or my fickle heart?
To a much greater relief I would pick my heart. It felt so much better coming back and finding the end if the stairway empty meant at least that I was not a murderer just yet as I walked to my room dropping the drugs I had just gotten from the pharmacy on the table.
I watched as the rain beat lightly against my window as I padded my way to the bathroom leaving my trail of clothing on the ground.
Soon the only sound that filled the room was the one faucet as warm water matted my hair to my shoulders.
I walked out soon enough and for a minute I took my time to look around again in room, it felt different from how I had left it and I couldn't quite place the reason why,
I shrugged to myself before putting on a thick cardigan and pulling out my laptop with my headset buzzing away to cool music while I went through my Expert first level hacking program.
It was the other thing I spent my time on, downloading apps from the illegal website and chatting with the regular con artists beginners who were regularly sending me private emails.
All I through that while I was yet to make any big hit yet, call it self restraint or perhaps I still had a good mother talking manners into my head despite being in her sick bed.
Already, I was feeling the humiliation of having to face her as a stripper but with the way things were going astray I knew all I needed was a single nudge not even a push to dive into the ocean of crime and drown in it.
After trying out some samples and cloning apps I would sell out on a cheap I yawned as my eyelids fluttered.
It didn't take long for me to fall asleep immediately. My head touched my pillow, I guess I must have been so tired deep down inside of me.
Light streamed through the window and for a minute I thought that it had rained the previous day.
I laze myself around the bed for a while mumbling before getting myself out of bed and walking to the bathroom to wash my face.
I tried running my mind through the event I had for that day, and the top on the list was getting to work and stripping my soul out to those perverts.
As I walked back again to the room I got that weird feeling again something was odd or perhaps out of place, my first notion was to check around and good thing the sun was all up to help me.
The first thing that drew my attention was the waste bin that I had used for tissues and condoms. I might not have noticed it first when I walked in yesterday but I always did at times when I got back from work.
Amy had a fetish or should I say habit of having friends over who used my room for sex whenever I was away and despite warning her on several occasions she just wouldn't just stop her sick friends.
My attention was drawn to the safe at the side of the mirror, I could not remember touching it the previous day but it seemed as though it had in a way been tampered with.
I walked up to it praying deep down that was not the case but not even when I tried opening it didn't it open.
My heart beat against my chest as I tried to force it open. I could feel the fear, anxiety and other feelings of despondency flash through my mind.
When I finally got it opened it was all empty with a note that had "thank you!"
I was driven to insanity immediately, right in it was my savings all those while for mother's medical bills.
I broke down crying for a minute before walking up to Amy's door and barging against it.
When she opened I went straight for her pulling her hair as we both rolled against the ground as she kicked crazily.
"Tell your crazy friends to bring back my money." I kept screaming at the top of my voice.
I felt my hands involuntarily reaching for her throat and clenching round her thin neck as I gagged her.
"What the hell are you doing?" My stepfather pulled me away as I fell with my ass to the ground.
I got up to continue assaulting her but he held me back as Amy folded her knee to her chest, staying as far away from me as possible. She could be older but I was stronger.
"What came over you two ?" He demanded.
"She…Her." I tried speaking.
"Enough!" His voice stormed in my ears.
"To your room!" He pointed to the direction of the door.
"But?" I tried speaking but I could see the rage in his eyes.
I slammed the door, listening as he comforted her as I made my way to the room.
"Assholes." I cussed under my breath crying some more.
My eyes caught the credit card on my dresser, I had waited for that one push but didn't know it would happen this way.
I wiped the tears from my eyes and reached out for my laptop again running the application.
"Massimo Grey, sorry whoever you are, I just have to do this."
When I hacked first into the card I was surprised at how much money was in it, it was enough to take care of the bills and even get another house as I had always wanted.
I typed half of the amount in it and waited fora while before deleting and typing the full amount in it.
If one wanted to do these things, one had to be smart about it and finish it in one final blow.
I clicked send and waited…patience they say is virtue but not when it comes with anxiety.
MASSIMO'S POVThe phone in my dresser won't stop beeping despite my pleas for it to stop…just stop.I opened my eyes and could still feel the bang in my head from the hangover of the previous night.It had been two crazy nights in a row and not even after I had misplaced my credit card had it bothered me a bit.To speak, it was not really a bother as I had enough money and what I meant was good cash to run the city on gas for years.Most times I tried to tell myself I was not calling bluff but the fact remains that I was a Billionaire.Massimo Empire had been a name that ran through two generations and when it was handed over to me as its sole heir I had followed right in the footsteps of my predecessors.I soon reached the phone that still won't stop beeping and was surprised to see who the goddamn caller was."My account officer?" I was puzzled as to why she was calling so early past ten am."Good morning, sorry to disturb you." Her voice sounded from the other side of the phone.
ADRIANA'S POVI LOOKED like I just won a million dollars in the lottery as I basked all day.I had that exact amount in the account and the thought that alone made me over zealous.For one, all the debts I had were cleared and I had been getting ready to get the preparation for my mother's hospital bills in NYC.There was a saying that money makes the world go round, I had thought it to be a mere figure of speech till this moment, I could literally feel the world spinning while I stood fixed still not knowing what to do with the rest of the money in my account."Carolina, if you had a million dollars what would you do?"Calolina was a stripper as well who danced with me on Wednesdays, the thing about her was she spent her money on drugs but when she was sober and not on anything she made a lot of sense talking.We closed for the day and as I made my way home I could still hear her voice at the back of my head telling me what she would do if she had that amount right now in her account
ADRIANA’S POVIT WAS becoming so tension filled, as the time ticked. I could hear everything, every single one of it as though it was in the same phase as my heart– Heavy and slow.The sound of vodka being poured over ice making a sizzling noise. The heavy Cigar smoke that washung in the air making breathing difficult and with it came tension, a lot of it.I could see the burning gaze emanating from Massimo from behind where he was sitting– He didn't look like a happy man sitting behind that desk. As a matter of fact he looked far from it, regardless of the frown and all I still had to admit he looked quite handsome.I occupied a chair in front of him, looking not so good with the imprint of his hand on my left chin, leaning back on the chair I could see the displeasing look he gave me.He had asked earlier on if I was the only one involved in this swindle even threatened to find out if someone else was involved, probably a boyfriend but I had convinced him I had none.I looked uninte
MASSIMO'S POVLEANING back on the soft sofa with my legs crossed, my attention was divided between the thick mist of smoke floating into the air and her pretty face that was quite remarkable.Looking at her from a far off she looked incapable of this theft, but when you look at the dark side of the business she was involved in, you'd know better.Strippers were never really to be trusted no matter how gentle they seemed; it was just in their nature to do dubious things.I could feel every bit of anger trickling down my nerves, despite how subtle I might seem at that moment, but it was strong enough that I had to keep choking it down with a cup of whiskey.Despite all that, It burned in my throat, as I could feel every bit of it expanding on my chest, like a virus willing to rip my soul apart.My eyes skimmed the expanse of space as I searched across the room for Marcus, my one and only reliable guard; wiping my hand with a napkin. I was agitated at the fact that he was yet to be bac
CHAPTER 8ADRIANA'S POVI DIDN'T know what to feel about everything that was happening right now, it was all so unexplainable.Be it nervousness, anxiety or any other emotions, everything happened so fast I couldn't keep track of it.My feelings were a mixture of all the negative emotions you could think of, and in its trail, it left me feeling jittery. I didn't know how to react to the fact that I was going to live with this absolute stranger, and to be used for whatever he intended to do with me.I tried to study him for a while, his face, his looks. He did look rich– Obviously, but that wasn't the only thing that got my attention.It was this dark looming expression he had that was hard to explain, it was as though he kept it secret for a purpose.We drove in a different car from the rest, with my face glued to the glass as I watched life speed past me. A soft music played from the radio and its peaceful tune made my mind drift away with diverse thoughts plaguing it.I couldn't
Adriana’s POVThe cold water from the shower overhead trickled down my face and skin, leaving a numb chillness in its wake and despite the fact that I was bathing with clean water and I could perceive the sweet scenting soap on my skin, I still felt really dirty and stinky, like filth.“No matter what you do Adriana, you’re filth and filth you’ll remain for as long as you live!” Amy’s harsh words rang in my ears like music from a broken tape, and for the first time in my life, I welcomed it. I welcomed her insults and her down talking; and I welcomed every other negative feeling that came with being the unwanted child… the black sheep.I distinctly remembered how I used to desperately clamor for her attention and then after mother remarried, I began to clamor for a sense of belonging, for love, for care until I realized that all I had been doing for the most of my childhood was clamoring for things that I couldn’t get… things I could never have.Tears leaked out of my eyes as I thoug
Adriana's POVTHE music suddenly stopped and so did I. I knew it was unprofessional for me to stop dancing as the music stopped but I had been looking for that opportunity ever since I begun dancing.I could feel his razor-sharp focus running across my skin like trickling water and raking through every fibre of my being, it made me so nervous that when I finally got to the pole, I looked at it as if I did never danced on one before.I couldn’t even bring myself to touch it, let alone hold it due to the amount of anxiety that his eyes were making me feel. It was the kind that an entire club had not been able to me feel as I was able to do this almost every night, but with him it was different. His steely gaze was making me jittery, and this thing quite impossible.As expected, it didn't take long for him to snap and then he began to yell at me asking me if I was going to dance eventually or wait till it was finally Dawn.With trembling lips I responded that I was going to dance and the
Adriana's POVMassimo hadn't been joking when he said he needed me to dance for him every damn night. At first, I had thought that he’d been joking until he literally made me do it. He was like a walking alarm clock. Everyday, the moment the clock hits eight, he would burst right into my room like someone in a hot chase, and then sit on the couch with his legs spread, giving me a very lustful look. It was the usual… it was becoming quite a ritual.Within that look, I could sense impatience, and in most cases I could also sense danger… a kind of danger that would most definitely consume me whole if I didn't get my ass up to do what he wanted. I reluctantly got up, still holding his stare. I had already worn lingerie under, so I stripped slowly, bending over to remove my pants. The pole was beginning to sicken me now that I looked at it, but I didn't have a choice. I wrapped my legs around it, sliding down the pole to the ground.My legs, most especially my inner thighs were every s