Azalea
“Azalea,” someone called.
I froze. My heart raced. I was late, and being late was not an option. Not tonight. Not with Amira’s life hanging by a thread.
“Wait up.”
I stopped and turned around. It was Josh, a coworker from the mall. His eyes softened when they landed on me.
“What is it, Josh?” I bit out, irritation creeping into my voice. “Is something wrong?”
“No,” he whispered, blushing.
I sighed inwardly. Josh had feelings for me. It was obvious from the way he looked at me, how his voice softened when he spoke. But I couldn’t entertain the idea of love. Love was a luxury I couldn’t afford.
“Are you going home?” he asked.
I stared at him, exhaustion and irritation flaring. “What does that even mean?”
“I... I was thinking of walking you home.”
“Thanks, but no. I can handle it,” I said, already turning away.
I could feel his gaze linger on me as I walked off, but I didn’t care. No one could know I worked at the bar. No one could find out the lengths I was willing to go to save my sister.
I was juggling two jobs, barely holding on. It didn’t matter that my dignity had long since been sacrificed. Every dollar went to Amira’s treatments—her cancer treatments. And that wasn’t cheap.
I wiped the image of Josh from my mind and pushed through the crowd, desperate to get to my second job. The bar was no place for someone like me, but I had no choice. Amira’s life was on the line.
The air in the bar was thick, damp with sweat and the stench of regret. The kind of place people came to forget, and I was no exception. My shift was almost over when I overheard them.
Two men sat at the end of the bar, huddled together like they were sharing secrets. I wasn’t eavesdropping, but in this business, you couldn’t help but hear things. Desperation had a way of making you listen.
“The girl bailed,” one man muttered, frustration lacing his words.
“What the fuck do you mean ‘bailed’?” the other hissed. “We need someone now.”
“She disappeared. Can’t reach her. Nothing.”
My ears perked.
“She was supposed to be perfect. Quiet. Quick. It was all lined up.”
“How much was she getting again?” the other asked.
“Five grand upfront. Five after delivery.”
Five thousand.
My heart slammed against my ribcage. Five thousand dollars. More than enough to cover Amira’s treatments. I didn’t care what the job was. I needed that money.
I wiped my hands on my apron and tried to steady my nerves. This could be it. The lifeline I was waiting for.
The man stood, heading toward the back exit. I followed, my pulse pounding in my ears. Sweat beaded on my palms.
“I can do it,” I whispered to myself. “Amira needs this.”
He turned around slowly, like he hadn’t expected anyone behind him. His eyes—sharp and narrowed—scanned me from head to toe. I didn’t flinch. I had nothing left to lose.
“I heard you talking,” I said quickly. “I can do it. Whatever it is. But I need the money upfront.”
He raised an eyebrow, amused. “That’s a bold ask, darling.”
I stood tall, crossing my arms. “You need someone. I’m right here.”
He studied me a moment longer, then smirked. “You’re perfect.”
“The money.”
“Of course, I’ll pay you first,” he said smoothly, pulling out his phone. “Tell me, sweetheart… what’s your price?”
Was he joking with me right now? I heard the price, and I wasn’t going below that.
I gave him a number, and he didn’t blink. He pulled out his phone, typing quickly. A moment later, I got the alert.
Deposit received.
It should’ve felt like relief. Instead, it felt like I was stepping off a ledge. But I couldn’t stop. Not now. Not with Amira’s life in my hands.
“What do I need to do?” I asked, my voice steady.
He grinned, all teeth and no warmth. “Follow me.”
I quickly followed him, matching his steps through the winding pathway. He finally stopped when we reached a dark corner.
“The job?” I asked.
“Your job is simple. Rion Enterprises,” he muttered. “Break in, steal the files, and leave. Simple enough.”
He pulled out a device that looked like a high-tech hacking tool and handed it to me.
“How will I break in?” I asked, trying to keep my voice calm. “Without getting caught?”
“You don’t have to worry about that, beauty. I’ve got a spy inside.”
The words didn’t sit right with me, but I didn’t ask questions. I just needed to do the job.
“Okay,” I said.
“Let’s meet here after you bring the files,” he announced before turning around, dismissing me.
I called after him. “Your name?”
He glanced back, his eyes cold. “You don’t need to know, darling. Just do your job.”
“Then... how will I find you?” I asked, though I didn’t really want to know.
He sneered. “I’ll find you. Don’t screw this up, or I’ll find you. And when I do, you’ll wish I hadn’t.”
“What do you mean?”
“And don’t think you can run away with my money without doing the job. I will find you, and by the time I do, I’ll fucking blow your head off.”
*
I stood in front of the building, my heart racing. The night was eerily silent, the only sound the hum of distant traffic. When the security guard at the entrance saw me, he raised an eyebrow.
“Azalea, right?” he asked.
I nodded, trying to hide my confusion. How did he know my name? The name I used at the bar was fake.
“Get in.”
It was an order, not a question.
“Won’t there be any problem?” I inquired.
“I’ve taken care of everything. The security system won’t be able to detect you,” he whispered lowly, but loud enough for me to hear. “You’ve got no problem. Just do your work.”
I walked inside, my nerves on edge. This wasn’t just a job anymore. It was my lifeline.
I reached the vault, bypassed the security system without a hitch. But when I opened the door, my stomach dropped.
The files were gone.
Empty space where they should’ve been.
Panic surged through me. This wasn’t supposed to happen. I was supposed to get the remaining money. I was supposed to save Amira.
Footsteps echoed in the hallway, heavy and loud, drawing closer.
I slammed the door shut, my heart in my throat. I had to get out. I had to leave before they figured out I was connected to this mess.
I turned, rushing toward the exit.
But there was no way out now.
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CassianI shivered slightly as her hand moved nervously around me. Her touch was hesitant at first, but then she became braver, sending waves of pleasure through my body. I could feel her breathing get faster as she explored, her fingers moving in ways that made me ache for more.“Mmm,” a soft moan escaped me.“Are you okay?”I could only nod my head. This feeling was different.I was enjoying the moment when my phone rang. I knew exactly who was calling me. That crazy woman Chiara. I ignored the call, focusing on the pleasure Azalea was giving me.“Can I taste it?” she suddenly asked.“I’m all yours.”I watched as she tucked her hair behind her ears and then gently used her tongue on me. Her soft lips wrapped around me, and I could feel the warmth of her mouth as she moved up and down.The sensation was overwhelming, sending shivers down my spine. I couldn’t help but moan as she continued, her hands gently caressing my thighs.Her touch was electric, and I could feel my body respondi
CASSIANThe smell of garlic butter and rosemary filled my nose the moment I walked into Azalea’s apartment. The warm scent made my mouth water.Azalea came out of the kitchen wearing an apron over her soft purple dress. Her hair was pulled back in a loose bun, with small pieces falling around her face. When she looked up at me and smiled, my heart started beating faster.“You’re right on time,” she said, wiping her hands on a kitchen towel.I leaned in and kissed her cheek softly. “You look beautiful, darling.”Her eyes sparkled, but I could see something darker hiding behind them. “Are you okay?” she asked, studying my face.I nodded and forced a smile. “Just tired from work.”She didn’t ask more questions, and I was thankful for that. I wasn’t ready to talk about what had really happened today.“Come eat,” she said, leading me to the table.We sat down together. She had made grilled steak, mashed potatoes, and cooked vegetables. She poured me a glass of red wine and sat across from
Cassian“Ha!” she gasped, her body tensing beneath me. I held still, giving her a moment to adjust to my size, watching the way her chest rose and fell as she clung to me.“Move, baby,” she groaned, her voice thick with need. “Ruin me… make me yours.”And just like she wanted, I gave her everything - gripping her hips with bruising force as I thrust into her with wild, unrestrained hunger. Her moans grew louder, echoing off the walls, each one pulling me deeper into the act I couldn’t wait to forget.Each thrust sent waves of pleasure coursing through her, leaving her trembling and breathless - lost in ecstasy, while I clung to the mask I wore, desperate not to let it slip.“Yes. Yes. More. I love how you hit my sweet spot,” she screamed on top of her voice. “Deeper. Harder, Leo.”My pace became faster as I fucked her until I felt her tighten around me, her body quivering with release. Her moans grew louder, and I could feel her nails digging into my back as she clung to me.Her relea
CassianThis was getting dangerous. I needed to calm her down before she started digging too deep and discovered Azalea.“Chiara,” I called, my voice gentle as I tried my best to sound hurt by her words. “You’re hurting me by saying this.”“I’m sorry,” she whispered, guilt immediately replacing her anger. “But you caused this.”I let a single tear slide down my cheek—a trick I’d perfected years ago.“Oh!” Chiara gasped and rushed to me, wrapping her arms around me. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have blamed you or suspected you. This is all my fault.”Her whole body was shaking. “I was so scared,” she said, her voice trembling. “I didn’t know what to think. But I know now that I was wrong.”“No,” I whispered, my breath warm against her ear. “I shouldn’t have ignored you and made you think I was cheating.”I gently lifted her face to look at me. “I’m sorry.”Before she could respond, I kissed her. My hands moved over her body while I fought the urge to be sick.Being in the same room with her
CassianPeter didn’t respond right away. He just stared at me with that worried look he always got when I pushed things too far.“You’re playing with fire, Leo,” he muttered quietly. “And this time, I think it’s going to burn you worse than you expect.”I laughed coldly. “Fire doesn’t scare me. I’ve lived in it long enough to make it my friend.”He left without another word, and I savored the silence that followed.Azalea.Adriano.Everything was falling into place perfectly.But there was still one missing piece.Amira.Peter was taking much longer than I’d expected. I needed to find that girl, and fast.I walked back to my desk and pressed a button on the side panel. The encrypted screen flickered to life, showing a man in a black turtleneck with a shaved head. Ivan, my most trusted problem solver.“I need you to find someone,” I said without any greeting.“Я предполагаю, что это снова о девушке. (I assume this is about the girl again),” he replied in his heavy Russian accent. “Stil
Cassian“Mr. Caelian,” Peter called as he walked into my office. I didn’t bother to look up from my desk; the stack of papers in front of me needed my attention, and I was eager to finish so I could see Azalea later.“Mr. Caelian,” he called again, his voice more insistent.I sighed, my jaw tightening. “What is it, Peter? What do you need?”“You have a call,” he informed me.“From?”“Your parents.”The pen in my hand stopped moving. I slowly lifted my head, meeting Peter’s knowing gaze. My chest tightened—calls from my parents never brought good news.“What do they want now?” I asked, unable to hide my frustration.“They want you to have dinner with your fiancée tonight.”“With Chiara.”Peter nodded. “Yes, sir.”I dropped my pen with force. “I’m not interested. Cancel it.”Peter let out a dry laugh. “I’m afraid that’s not possible. Your mother knew you’d refuse, so she gave me a special message.” He paused, watching my reaction carefully. “If you don’t show up, she’ll go after your li