ππππ ππ ππππ-Tup I opened the bottle of vodka I was saving for someday special.My definition of special is a mystery to me too. I never thought about what kind of special day I will open it, maybe my birthday or perhaps my wedding.Never in a million years, I could've imagined that I will open it to celebrate my last days. When I came home a message popped up on my phone it was from Brandon, it read. I think they are following me. Who are they nobody knows, he left Italy the next day boss told us about that drive. Now anyone is missing. I don't know where Brandon is he is not answering my texts, no one has heard anything from Mr. Salvatore. Nothing. I just hope that they didn't find him so soon. I don't want to leave this place before the wedding. I can't I made a promise. But I don't want to die either. I took another sip from vodka the spicy liquid burning my tongue with exquisite delicacy. I signed and decided to decide for myself. I opened my laptop to buy myse
πππππ ππ π ππππππ-The woman comes out of the shower naked, a towel wrapped tightly around her skeletal body. She's so thin, you can see her hip bones sticking out through the thick fabric.I don't like what I am seeing. Yeah, this is some other man's fantasy. But then what is mine? Mine. like someone can ever love a monster like me. My thoughts drifted back to the night I spend with her, it's been 4 days since I last saw her. I didn't talk to her after that night, why would I. I like my women feisty, strong, and intelligent. She looked vulnerable that night, weak. I don't want to continue anything with her, not when I know how hopeless she is. But there is something that doesn't fit. Something is setting me off, like why her? Out of so many tourists in my country why her. The bed on my side dip, "Would you like anything else Nico?" She asked resting her hand on my thighs. I looked at her again, all night the only thing I was physically able to look at was her face.
ππππππππ ππππππππ ππ ππππππππππππ πππππππ-I gulped down the whole bottle of water trying to calm my neurotic breathing. I have my bags packed in, my passport is in my clutch. I'm ready to leave, again. But what choice else do I have, I can rather leave or they find me and do god knows what with me. I never had second thoughts before, ever but this time is it's a little different. Maybe because I love Italy very much. I hate leaving these people behind Marissa, her mother and maybe Nick. what would they think of me? Will they worry? I sighed, no Nick is no one for me we barely even know each other. Will he forget me if I leave today. I scoffed at my own thoughts, of course, he will, I am just some girl he slept with. Foolish little girl, my father's voice taunted me making my skin crawl. I hate when I get flashbacks from him, I hate that his words still echo around my brain as they used to when I was a kid. But foolish indeed I was stupid t
TRUTH WE DIDN'T SAY OUT LOUD Since it's been a while since I last updated, here is a little preview of what happened last time.xoxo The man quickly grabbed Ayushi's hand pushing them behind her back. "What the fuck?" She yelled. "Ace what the hell do you think you are doing?" She struggled to try to break free from the hold. He didn't say anything to her just dropped one of his hands into a pocket to bring out a syringe. She was confused and started about what is happening. before she can say anything he comes around her back and the next thing she feels is a needle harshly injected into her neck. Now she is imprisoned in Nicolas's basement, the same guy that genuinely intrigued her. The same guy she thought she would miss once she go back running in the night. But fate has other plans. And believe it or not, fate is laughing at her face saying, "bitch, you thought?" ___fuck my life, fuck my life, fuck my life.What in hell. Eden and his brother are fucking criminals and nob
DON'T KNOW IF IM GOING TO MAKE IT OUT ALIVE _I don't want to say I regret sleeping with this asshole but I have zero clue why I did. Let her not her here? what am I, some rodent? I thought the Mafia has more balls than to rot a girl to death. I've not been this angry for years - the last time didn't end well, and something tells me this too will not end well. "Here," a snarl came from around me. I looked up to see a girl or woman I don't know. I think my eyes lost their powers because everything seems blurry. Someone loosened the contains on my wrist making me fall. Fuck me, this hurts. "Get up!" she half - yelled lightly tapping his foot on my leg. "Touch me again and I'll slit your throat." fuck I don't know where that came from but one thing for certain I'm not in my right mind. I think I blacked out for a while because when my eyes opened again hands of one of his guards or man or whatever were around me, all while the girl was trying to open my mouth.What fucked up kind
HERE BEGINS THE LIES______________my slave I drain half the bourbon in my glass. This may not be the ideal way but this way is more fun, the only thing that is leaving a bitter taste in my mouth is the lie I told her. I told her if she meets my demands I'll consider negotiating a deal for her. I told her the Americans will come for her because they will. but making a deal for her? that part is not true, no one, least of all a girl is worth that much. She will have to tell me where the drive is and then she has to die. Her fate is sealed and there is nothing anyone can do about it. The only thing I'm willing to do is to let her go alive from here but that is her choice. It can only happen if she tells me where that drive is. which she won't. I adjusted my slacks. What in God's name is wrong with? I'm already hard, imagining her taut, little body naked and riding my cock. Those innocent lips around my dick. My fingers in her cunt and ass. "Fuck." She's consuming every corner of
HOUSE MATE? __________"You have the girl? What were you thinking telling Dante you will handle this?" uncle shouted without hiding his disappointment in me. I shrugged leaning back in my chair relaxing my shoulder which is still hurt."Somebody tried to steal our shipments last night, almost succeed, I was lucky the bullet barely touched me and this is what you are here for?" my voice came out more annoyed rather than angry. He opened his mouth and closed it soon enough at the loss of his words. I clasped my hands bringing them closer to my face, "What, nothing to say now? admit it you were too busy following Dante like a puppy that you don't even know what happened." "Even you know it's bullshit I'm doing what's best for business," he says with a hard face ignoring eye contact. I felt a little bad seeing his pained expression, I know my uncle will never knowingly ignore anything like this but he needs to open his eyes. Dante is good but our relations with the underboss and oth
GOT A SECRET CAN YOU KEEP IT, SWEAR THIS ONE YOU WILL SAVE __A little warning: I didn't proofread this. So if you find any grammatical mistakes. Please try to ignore it. ______"Go Sit." I quietly nodded my head at Cynthia taking a vacant seat at the table. I stared at my feet noticing the worn-out slippers they have given me, I don't like them at all. The clothes I'm wearing are also not really my style, they are nice, yes but they are not mine. This is not even the place, I spent my first night with Nicolas. I miss my things, my shoes, my clothes, and my fucking laptop. I have worked hard for the life I wanted to live and I can't just let something take away everything I have. It may say it's shallow of me, but I like materialistic things, I want my clothes to have my smell, the room I'm staying in to have my vibe. A dark chuckle left me at the thought of the situation I'm in. I swear to god if I didn't do something quick I'll become psycho. I don't even have my phone on me,