เข้าสู่ระบบCRISTIANI watched Joe drive in and shut off his engine. I watched him get out of his car, took a glance around, and finally headed to the front door. He barely knocked before I opened it. He came inside, and we did a bro-hug. “What the hell happened?” He asked, immediately I shut the door. “How could you disappear like that?”“Let’s talk in my study,” I said calmly, leading the way. “What are you doing alone in this house? Why didn't you go home?”Home, he meant, was my house with Aaliyah and my late wife. My home. Here was the house I usually brought Lacy to. My other home. I didn't answer him. I just kept walking until I got to my study. He walked inside and whistled. “Nah, this place is tight. I've never been here, right?”“No.” I poured him a drink. He needed it to stay chill for what I was about to say. He accepted the glass and gulped down the drink. I sat at the table, legs crossed and hands in my pockets. Looking as composed as hell while my heart and mind were in shamb
LACY Everything was wrong from the start, right from when Rambo and the men dropped me off at Gerald's hotel. “Take this,” Rambo said, giving me a substance. “Get close enough to put this in his drink. Too much of it, and he'll be dead. Too little, and he won't be unconscious for long. So you figure just the right amount.”The security at the entrance was fucking tight. I tried convincing Rambo if there was another way for me to get in because that entrance was scaring the hell out of me. He insisted I go through the main entrance. I finally got the courage and did. But got stopped and checked. My heart was racing in fear all through that moment. I don't even know how they let me go. But one thing was for sure: they got a very detailed look at my face. I laid my hands on the waitress's outfit and got close enough to Gerald while he was preparing for a meeting. The substance was in the food. I didn't seduce him. He went unconscious after three spoonfuls. I kept calling Rambo, and h
CRISTIAN I was waiting for the illusion in front of me to disappear. But it didn't. She was still standing right there, staring right back at me. I could see my eyes through hers, and boy, was I looking like I just got hit by a tornado. She didn't look shocked to see me. Maybe a bit. But she seemed more panicked about the incoming security. My mind was on a mental treadmill. I took another glance at Gerald Dickson on the floor. And then at her panic-stricken blue eyes. My heart clenched so hard, it hurt. Physically. This was the quickest time I've ever had to decode a situation. And it came with an intense physical pain in my chest.Gerald Dickson's men were almost on us. Gerald Dickson was unconscious. And she, this little Jezebel, was looking at me with the most guilty, enchanting, and devious eyes I've ever seen. I couldn't resist. So I stretched out my hand to her. She quickly ran to me and grabbed it. I pulled her behind me, covering her with my frame just as the men made the
LACY“He'll be staying at this hotel. He arrives tonight. It's one of the most prestigious hotels in the city. Off limits to commoners and drugheads like us. So I can't go in. I'll get bounced at the door.” Dreg explained.“Neither can I. I look more of a thug than you do.” Blood seconded with a chuckle. “None of us can. So there's only one option left.” Rambo said as his eyes sized me up. It’s one week after the first meeting we had in the red-lit room. Mad Dog and his men had spent the last week plotting. He had come up with good plans on how to get his hands on the other New York City millionaires and billionaires. I wasn't present in the other meetings, so I wasn't sure what his plans were. I was surprised when he asked me to join the meeting today. It turns out he's plotting how to get his hands on Gerald Dickson. And I'm here dying of anxiety because soon he'll be plotting on Cristian. I don't wanna be in the meeting when he starts plotting on Cristian. But I'm scared he'll c
LACY I woke up to the stench of weed and sunrays blasting my face. I turned my face to the other side, and my eyes flipped widely open at the figure standing a few distances away from the bed. “Rambo,” I mumbled in fright, quickly sitting up. The clanging sound reminded me that my hands were cuffed all through the night. Mad Dog had me cuffed while he had his full of me. I could still feel his hand wrapped around my neck. And the soreness down there was the aftermath of everything he did to me. Rambo gave his usual cold smile. “Good morning, puppet. How you feeling?”“What do you want?” I replied bluntly, eye-scanning him. I tend to get a bit more anxious around Rambo than around Mad Dog. Maybe because I've studied Mad Dog for years and he's really just a straightforward monster. You know what he wants because he makes it clear. Rambo, however, is a multiple-faced snake who wouldn't let you know you're his target until he strikes you. One minute, he's utterly hot and ready to ki
LACY"Fuck!!" My screams were unending at his last, monstrous, deeper thrusts. He just came inside me again. For the umpteenth time. But he still wasn't satisfied. It was just both of us hin the room now. He already let the girl go. "Eyes open, baby. Keep those eyes open." He spat out, pumping his dick for another round. "You ready to tell me the truth?""I already did!""The hell you did. I'm not stupid, Lacy. I'm not fucking stupid. I'm a crazy man. Other than that, I'm a crazy man in love. So you can't convince me that I'm just tripping.""I'm telling you the truth!" I cried out, holding up my legs. That was the position he'd demanded I should be in. "Let me explain something to you, huh?" He began, pushing in two fingers inside me slowly. "Men know when another man has fucked their bitch. We always know. Like right now. So you lying to my fucking face isn't gonna do you any good. Tell me the fucking name of the bastard who fucked you.""No one!!""Quit lying to me!" He snapped,
LACY“Madam Beatrice, I can't do this,” I confessed, still holding the picture of the man who hadn't left my mind since that Christmas night. “What?” Madam Beatrice gasped in disbelief and anger. She was the woman who came to see me at the café. I called her because clearly, I needed the money fro
CRISTIAN “There's your bitch.” Chuck whistled in a direction. We all looked and yeah, Aaliyah just came down the stairs with Lacy. They whispered something to each other and giggled. Lacy headed to the main kitchen while Aaliyah headed to the coffee counter. It's actually at the other end of the
LACY “Oh, my baby. You look so big now!” The older lady hugging Aaliyah wouldn't stop gushing. We just arrived at her Father's house and my God, I was still in shock. This place was like a villa or something. A lot of gigantic buildings and servants. The trees gave off country vibes, but the foun
CRISTIAN The knock on the door snapped me out of my funk. I glanced back as the door opened. It was my secretary. “Sorry to disturb you, Sir, but Mr. Joe just arrived.”“Send him in.”She bowed and left. Seconds later, Joe, my best friend stepped inside.“Hey man,” I greeted with all my gloomines







