CHAPTER 6.Ryder woke up to the repeated buzzing of his phone. His eyes squinted at the sun's rays and he was gonna shut them and get more sleep.But again, the buzzing started, and this time, it didn't stop. He clenched his teeth in irritation and tried sitting up. But it was impossible. He glanced down at the woman draped over him and his lips curled into a smile.He kissed her forehead and gently pushed her off him. She stirred slightly and he stilled until she was back to snoring.He reached for the phone on the nightstand and tiptoed out of the room, careful not to wake Hara up.Shutting the door of his study, he plumped on his swivel chair and checked the caller ID. It was Giveon. With a yawn, he took the call.“Speak,“ He rasped, rubbing his eyes. Dude better have a good reason for rudely interrupting his sleep.“Ciara has been kidnapped by the Italian Mafia. And guess who carried out the mission?““Jason,“ Ryder breathed out sharply. This just got a whole fucking better.“He do
CHAPTER 7.“Hey,“ The familiar feminine voice echoed in the room and his head came swinging up.“Hey,“ He beamed at her. She was leaning against the door, still dressed in her silver nightgown. ”You finally up?““Yup, got hungry,” She smiled.He got to his feet and went to her, pulling her into his arms. He rocked her slightly, taking a deep breath of her lavender scent. Twenty years later but he still wouldn't get enough of it. He still wouldn't get enough of her.He pulled away from the hug and gave her a once-over. “How are you feeling?“ His hand went to her belly and he caressed it. “Got any pains here?”“No, I'm fine. I just got a little tingling down there,“ She gestured with her head. Ryder's gaze followed her gesture.“I'm sorry,” He blurted out, holding her into another hug. A bit of regret crept into his heart for even fucking her at all last night. He would have just gone the old way of jerking off and forcing himself to sleep right after.“It's fine,“ She ran a hand over h
CHAPTER 8.Trigger warning⚠️ Ciara let out a louder shrill as the whips landed on her bare ass, leaving another bruise. She was tied up excruciatingly on the small center table in the room and she was on her knees. Her clothes and panties were gone. She was naked.She'd woken up minutes ago and seen herself in this sorry state. Naked, tied up, and bruised. And then the man in front of her hasn't given her a break since then.Don Carianno. That's what he introduced himself as. The Boss of the Carianno family. Funny enough, she's never heard of them until they kidnapped her tonight. You could say she's been too busy in her world that so much vital information eluded her.He's been torturing her with the whip and it's almost going to an hour now. Her frail, human body could only take so much pain in a day. She was reaching her breaking point and she hated it. She hated feeling this alone and afraid. Yeah, she was afraid, for all the right reasons."Tell me," He grated out, roughly grabb
CHAPTER 9.Ghost walked into the clubhouse, taking the elevator to the 5th floor.When the elevator door opened, he got ushered into a room, with music, drinks, and bitches. The neon light reflected on his black tux and his face. The alluring smell of blunt hit him, teasing his insides. He wasn't an addict, but an avid lover.He sighted Don Carianno in the middle of the frenzy and he went to join him on the couch."Ghost, my boy," Don Carianno let out a guffaw, gesturing to him to sit. "I see you got the party going without me," Ghost chuckled, letting his eyes roam the place. It wasn't his first time being here. But he could make counts.This was one of Don Carianno's private properties and you don't get to unwind here unless you got an invitation. Like the text he got from him."I saved the best part for you." Don Carianno signaled a waitress. She came over and filled up their glasses with bourbon. "I'm fucking excited." Ghost said, but his words oozed sarcasm. He leaned back on t
CHAPTER 10."I couldn't have spent that much time with her and not fuck her. She's sexy and has the body of an angel. I'd be crazy to let her go without having a good taste of her." Don Carianno announced with much pride and satisfaction.It was an agonizing one minute for Ghost. Clenching his fist tighter and gritting his teeth was the most modest way he could show his tsunami of fury.He couldn't understand why he was damned furious about Don Carianno doing what he did. It wasn't his first. Won't be his last. The grey-haired, burly geezer was a sucker for younger girls. He has always been. And on some occasions, Ghost usually ships down young, sexy girls to him in exchange for whatever he wants. It was a drill.Feeling pissed off right now was rather unreasonable and his heart had to understand that. It had to understand that Ciara wasn't his cup of tea. She was nothing but one of his accomplished missions. Don Carianno noticed the grimace on his face. "You okay?""Yeah. Yeah, I'm
CHAPTER 11."I'm not claiming her, punk. She just wouldn't tell us about Vlad. And I was trying to get the information out of her.""Well, guess what? You don't have to go through the trouble anymore. I'm taking it from here. Get the fuck out!" Ghost pointed at the door."Wait till I tell the boss about this. Punk!" Sergio spat out a bit of blood, before leaving the room, slamming the door so hard it shook in its hinges."What the fuck have I done?" Ghost mumbled breathlessly as silence fell in the room. Did he just fight his own men over some strange girl?Like on cue, her low whimpering filled the room and he was reminded of her presence. He rushed to her, untying her from the chair.He took off his jacket and covered her bloodied body with it. Squatting in front of her was the only way he could clearly see her face. His heart stung at how messed up she looked. Her lips were chapped and swollen. But he could swear it was the prettiest lips he's ever seen. Kissing her would be worth
CHAPTER 12.Ciara was taken aback by his brash reaction. For the next few seconds, no one said a word. His haughty, blazing eyes were on her, but they were spiked with confusion and another deep, raw, sizzling emotion that she couldn't place a finger on.She took another step back, wondering what the hell was going on. This was Jason, right? It had to be him. But then, it felt like it wasn't. What the fuck was going on?Waking up on the bed a few minutes ago, she'd felt one thing first. The intense, mesmerizing scent. It filled the room, latched on the shirt she found herself wearing, on the bed sheet, and her skin.She wondered where she was. The last thing she remembered was being fucked by that Mafia Don. It was the most humiliating experience and recalling it filled her with rage. When this was all over and she got out of whatever mess she was in, she would definitely come for him.She recalled being saved by a man when those assholes tried to burn her face. The man looked like Ja
CHAPTER 13The trickling blood from her forehead jabbed at Ghost, creating a hollow feeling in his heart. It was a foreign feeling. Never felt it before. It was strong and made him almost regret getting physical with her.Just the same time, he shrugged off the thought, yanking her off the ground and forcing her butt onto a stool. He sat on a couch, facing her and leaving zero proximity between them. Her thighs brushed his legs, forcing a seethed groan from him.She was shivering and her heartbeat was fucking loud, almost deafening. It was exhilarating to see her scared and tamed, but at the same time, he felt bitter from it. Fucking complicated!Her hair fell on her face and when he reached to tuck them behind her ears, she evaded his touch. He bit down a rumbling cuss and forcefully tucked her hair behind her ear, getting a better view of her face."Who are you?" Her voice oozed with panic. She looked at him. "Who the hell are you?"He smirked. "Did I suddenly quit being Jason?""Yo