Synopsis. It all started with a contract five years ago signed by him and i. My father watched undefeated as i signed my life and freedom away to the spears family. I had vowed vengeance, i had hate built up for over the five years and yet nothing could have prepared me for the man who now ruled my life. I expected a monster, one i would destroy, but nothing is ever black and white. How could i still go ahead with my plan, when he made me burn with desire for him. I was his and he was about to claim me, become his, a living trophy to the spears family that symbolizes they still had power of my family.
Lihat lebih banyakDamian
I signed the contract before me, pressing so hard the track of my signature left a groove on the paper. I looked at the papers one last time before sliding the papers over to Hope’s side for her to sign too. Both our parents were in the room as witnesses, after all they were the reason we were doing this in the first place.
I looked at her again and for a second our eyes met, she was still a child, her eyes were puffy and red from all the crying. I quickly looked away as she looked back down at the papers that were going to bind us together for life.
She focused on the papers in front of her for a while before she looked up at me again, unable to hold the tears, as if asking for help, I looked away she turned her gaze to her father her father.
He was her father, he was supposed to protect her, that was literally his job, but instead he sold her to us, to my family to my father in order to pay off his debt.
But his father just kept his gaze focused on the ground, unable to look his daughter in the eye.
"We do not have a lot day Hope!" my father said, startling her.
"Just sign the papers Hope." Her father chipped in.
I wish this had been the first family, my father or rather our family was tearing apart. But it was not, my father did not become the most feared man for being kind, he was ruthless and cared about no one. Even I his own son couldn't stand up to him. No one had ever stood up to my father and lived to tell about it.
She took a deep breath, which I wondered if everyone heard it or it was just me because I was sitting so close to her. I saw the rapid pulse of her heart beat, her hand was completely shaking as she picked up a pen.
She quickly signed the papers,and looked up at me again, her cheeks stained with tears.
Something in me twisted when I saw her beautiful young round face looking at me, and in that instant I felt like I had failed her. She was not even eighteen yet. Girls her age were thinking about college and prom, but Hope had just signed her marriage papers. Her childhood had been taken away from her just like that, and a part of me hated myself but mostly my father for it.
My father picked up the documents and went through them with an evil grin on his face completely satisfied. He then put the documents in an envelope and gave them to my younger brother Tony.
Tony was my younger brother and also my father's favorite son. Unlike me, he was born for this life, he thrived for nothing but power he didn't care on who's toes he had to step on to get it. He was just like my father which is why he would have been best suited to ran the spears empire.
But I was the first son, and it was tradition to take over the empire.
All my life I had tried to ran away, i never wanted to be involved in my father's business which is why I went to study abroad, far from home as possible.
And for a while I though I managed to get away. I built my life in London, was working as a lawyer and i settled in well until one week ago when my father summoned me to come home.
Of course I didn't know what he had in mind, his summon sounded urgent.
My father had recently had an heart attack and if his enemies knew he was getting wek they would use it to their advantage to overthrow him, which is why he wanted me home to take over the company.
Getting a good wife was part of the deal, he had said he didn't need me distracted by women, so he arranged a girl few for me to marry. The only explanation he gave was that, there was a nice beautiful woman. He failed to mention that she was fifteen years old and war being forced to marry me as a debt being paid.
I had tried to refuse, but it wasn't really discussion. My father gives orders and you just follow them. That's how it always was.
My father walked out together with Hope’s father and my brother leaving me and Hope stil in the same spot.
"Are you okay? Do you need a minute? Maybe say goodbye to your father?" I asked her, "You might not see him again in a while."
"I don't want to ever see him again." She said between clenched teeth, tears flowing down her beautiful face.
Not knowing what to say, I just sat there in silence as she cried, for a few seconds she was silent, but then she got up and headed for the door leaving me still sitting in my spot.
In that moment I swore I will never put through any family anything like that. Her life was completely changed now. She was a part of the spears family. Her life from now on will be under a microscope, she will always have security guarding her at all times. We had enemies everywhere, you could never be too careful. Not after what happened to my mother. I thought about her for a minute. I wonder if she was still here what she would think of all this. God, I miss her.
After a while, I got up and walked outside without talking to anyone, i needed some fresh air. All this was too much for me.
My driver was about to pull out of the parking lot, when I saw my father and brother approaching me. I slowly stepped out of the car.
"Where do you think you are going Damian?" my father asked,
"I need some air." i said putting my hands in my pockets.
"You do realize, you are in charge now right? You no longer cant be acting like a small boy if you are going to ran my empire. Go back in there and tell your wife the rules she needs to follow."
"Come on bro, you just got married and she is pretty too. Go spend some time with your bride bro." my brother Tony chimed in.
"She is a fucking child you pervert!" I fired back as i walked back into the house.
The doorman said. I don’t think it was the same one that had been here when I’d skulked out on Saturday morning…thank God. “Good afternoon,” I told him. “I was hoping that you could call up to Mr. Romo Romalatti’s penthouse and let him know that Alana is here to see him.” “Yes Miss, I can do that. Please have a seat and make yourself comfortable. I’ll be right back with you.” I took a seat on one of the plush, off-white couches in the lobby. They were arranged around pretty glass tables with expensive looking vases full of flowers. I sat there and watched all the designer clothing clad people bustle back and forth while I waited. Suspiciously, I wondered how many of them were linked to the mob. “Miss?” The doorman brought me back to reality. “Yes?” “Mr. Romalatti asked me to send you up. He said that he’s in a meeting in the conference room next door but you should make yourself comfortable in the suite.” “Okay, thank you so much.” The doorman put me in an elevator that he said
He was a passive-aggressive son of a bitch. Shooting someone in the eyes meant, “I’m watching you,” in our world. I honestly had no idea who it could be that wanted to send me a message so desperately that they would kill my best friend to do it. “Sit down, Sammie.” Tony told me. I took a seat at the table with the others and Tony said, “Does anyone know of any beefs against us?” Everyone looked around the table and when no one said anything I asked, “Why are the Gambino’s absent?” “Carmine is still put off by the fact I won’t consider that fat fuck christopher for boss. He sent word that he couldn’t make it, made up some stupid fucking excuse so I couldn’t accuse him of disrespect, but we all know why he’s not here,” Tony said. Tony’s voice was getting raspier and he seemed like he had a lot harder time breathing every time I saw him. He was dying of throat cancer….but only he and I knew that. The Christopher he spoke so disdainfully of was the son of Carmine Gambino. Carmine ha
129. I wanted to punch him for calling me sweetheart. What was with all of these suddenly over-familiar men? I picked up the photo and underneath it was another…it was one of Sammie and I walking arm in arm into the Glass Towers. It was stamped with Friday night’s date. The elevator Nate and I were riding in stopped and the doors slid open on my floor. I felt like my heels were glued down and I couldn’t move. To my horror, Nate had to take me by the arm and lead me out of the elevator. I think I was in some kind of mini-shock state. I found myself standing in the hallway, still gaping at the photos in my hand. Feeling sick to my stomach, I picked up the next photo and the last one was the best. It was a photo of me in Friday night’s clothes and a flagrant case of bed-head, getting into the back seat of Sammie’s limousine. The photo was clearly stamped with Saturday morning’s date. “What—Where---Why are you having Sammie followed?” I finally spit out.
128. After about an hour of that, I made myself a pot of coffee…it was going to be a long day. It had been three days since Alana had walked out. I had made a grave mistake by allowing myself the pleasure of making love to her when she was too drunk to have the capacity to consent. I truly hadn’t meant for that to happen. I tried to tell myself that I was beyond the point of rational thought as well, but truthfully I wasn’t drunk, at least not from the alcohol. I was intoxicated by her. I’d been researching her and watching her for so long…every fantasy I’d had for the past year had been wrapped up in Alana. I had just completely lost my mind the moment I was actually allowed to touch her. The fact that she was allowing me to, and even encouraging it had really sent me over the edge. It was wrong though…I was wrong. I knew from the time I’d spent watching her that she wasn’t a big drinker, and she definitely didn’t sleep around. I should have had more respec
127. Sammie had stood there looking at me after I’d pulled back. I remember that he had this really sexy grin on his face and instead of being angry, I was turned on. I had smiled back….I think and then I’d put my hands around his neck again and pulled myself back up to continue the kiss. I slid my tongue back into his mouth and that time he sucked on it. It was erotic. His hands were all over me and as I washed my body and slid my palms along my sides and across my breasts I shuddered at the memory. We started stripping each other at that point, a little at a time while we kissed. I could feel his erection pressed up against my hip and I remember that when I moaned he had whispered in my ear so close that I felt his hot breath: “Just you wait, Bella. I’m going to make sure that it’s the best you ever had.” The sound of his voice and the feel of his breath against my ear sent me into another frenzy. In the shower, my hand drifte
126. “We would act as a couple so that no one wondered about my meetings with a reporter, and we could avoid the fear of getting caught if we tried to sneak around and communicate secretly. You could also be a part of “family” events and get to see and know the people that we’ll be “talking” about first hand. This won’t be a week-long process, Bella. This organization was hundreds of years in the making. It’ll take years to break it open.” I was glad I had finished my meal already…I would have choked on it. Years? This guy was nuts if he thought I would agree to be his fake fiancé for years. I stood up and picked up my purse. Sammie stood up as well. For a second, remembering where I was and who I was with, a dagger of fear stabbed me in my chest. He must have seen it on my face because he stepped to the side, clearing my path to the door. He wasn’t going to force me to do this. I was ashamed of myself for putting myself in a position where t
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