Mag-log in“Please stay alive baby, we promised ourselves a new life, just please stay alive” Amy’s face was filled with tears, her eyes looking red cause of all the liquid that had left her eyes.
She kept stroking Rita’s hair backwards. She had placed Rita’s head on her leg. She could feel the vehicle's movement and how rough the road was as they were shaking as a result. Suddenly, the movement stopped. Amy braced herself, ready for What Was to come next. She held Rita to herself possessively. Then the door opened, revealing two people. Amy was forcefully taken away from Rita by one of the men and the other carried Rita. “Let go of me!” Amy struggled in the hands of the person but then suddenly she felt a sting on her face. She was slapped, but by whom? Immediately she looked up to see who slapped her, it was another black uniformed person but she was a girl. She looked emotionless, her red lipstick shade making her look like a vampire. “You do not ! Raise your voice here!” She said, giving Amy a hateful look as she turned and walked away. Amy just followed, still shocked from what just happened, she was just been slapped by her fellow woman. She was taken into the tall building, inside was filled with dimly lit bulbs. She couldn’t help but look around and wonder where she had been taken to. She noticed that there were both males and females. They were not dressed like the ones she met at the club, they dressed more casually and some in shorts that didn’t cover up their ass properly. She was taken down a dimly lit hallway with several iron doors, they stopped walking when they got to the last one and she was thrown inside. “Ahhh” she winced as she fell hard on her butt, the ground was very hard and cold. They closed her inside the room. “Hey, no..no, get me out!” She shouted after them and was about to start banging the door when she remembered the slap she received earlier for shouting. She took a few steps back, and she turned around slowly to take a good look at her environment. The walls looked dirty with cobwebs, it wasn’t painted, and the room smelled like clay. There were little holes on the walls, probably a home for insects. The only opening was the iron door, no window. She noticed a small cemented bed at the corner. She sat on it and folded her legs together, gumming it to her body in irritation with her environment. She placed her head on her folded legs and slowly drifted into thoughts. In another part of the mansion… “Boss,” a voice said from outside the room. Drake on recognizing the voice turned towards the door “Come in Marcus”. Marcus is Drake's right-hand man, the second in command. “She was locked in one of the prisons and the injured one is currently receiving treatment but the place was guarded,” he said with his head down. “Mmm” Drake opened a locker a drew out a file which he threw to him. “That’s the list of her uncle's debts to us. I’m still not satisfied by his death”. He muttered, his expression cold. “So what do you suggest boss, he’s already dead and you have his niece with you,” Marcus said, and now his head is up and he’s looking at Drake. Marcus is the only person permitted to be this close to Drake. “Exactly, I have his niece” A sudden smirk played on his face for a few seconds before it finally went cold again. “Go to bed Marcus, we’ll have a meeting tomorrow,” Drake said, turning around and walking into another room. Marcus left the office, shutting the door behind him. Dining area… People are seated in the dining area, some are eating while others are talking. The dining chairs are placed opposite one another with the table in between. Each table had 10 chairs. There’s a particular table that’s different from the rest, it’s at the center of the dining hall and it’s colored black while the rest are brown. The chair is made for the strongest people in the clan and these people are picked by Drake himself. They get to go on almost all the missions with him. They are 7 in total for now, Marcus, Kate, Hayden, Bluey, Mandy, Rose, and Theo. According to their skills, Marcus is the strongest, followed by Theo who is always quiet, then Rose, Hayden, Bluey, Kate, and then Mandy. Although Mandy was the least strongest in the circle, she was not to be underestimated, they were all very good at what they did. The dining area was really noisy, everyone was lost in their food and conversations until Rose entered the hall. Immediately she stepped in, the noise died down. “Idiots” she muttered as she catwalked to her seat, her Red lipstick so bright on her lips. She was putting on a crop top which showed her under boobs since she was busty but who gives a fuck?, and tight shorts. As she sat down, one of the kitchen attendants ran to her to take her order but in the process, she fell and landed at Rose’s feet, her hand touching her shoes. Immediately she noticed it, she went on her knees and started begging, fear written all over her body. The hall was very quiet, everyone waiting for her judgment as Rose is known to be a very ruthless person.Midnight… It was midnight, they were back to the strategy room. Everyone involved in the mission. Bluey started the briefing. “We made tiny ear chips that the bait is gonna use during the mission. It'll be inserted into her ear. It'll be used for communication.” he said with his eyes on Amy. Kate brought out a small box containing the ear chips, she opened it, revealing it to Drake. Drake looked at the chips cearfully. “Has this been tested properly?” “Yes Boss” Kate responded with confidence and Drake nodded in approval. “So here is the final briefing. I need 30 men surrounding the area incase things goes south.” he looked at them, ensuring they were flowing. “Then Theo, you're the delivery guy, you'll take the package to her as soon as she taps you.” “Yes boss” Theo said. “Kate and Bluey, be ready to move the money immediately he scans the QR code and make sure to delay the debit alert of the transaction for as long as you can till she leaves” “Yes boss” they bo
Time past, it was a night to the mission, the news about the fight between Amy and two mobsters was everywhere. The general training hall as filled up, everyone was anticipating, waiting for the match to begin. Some mobsters were rooting for her opponents to win, while few were rooting for her. The whole place was chaotic. At Drake’s training room. Amy was already geared up in her combat suit, the suit gummed her body so much that it revealed her curves perfectly, showing every line if her body. She tied her hair up into a bun, adjusting her boots when Drake walked in. He looked at her, scanning her beautiful curves with a faint smirk. “You know it's not too late to back down right?” his voice drew her attention to his presence in the room. “My mind is made up Boss” He furrowed his brows “Boss?” he repeated. “What? Sounds weird? So you do enjoy me addressing you by your name” she smirked at him. Drake scoffed. “Let's move, don't keep everyone waiting” he walked a
The room was filled with intense heat, as they both glared at each other coldly. “Give me one good reason why I can’t be part of this mission!” Amy fired. “I never said you couldn’t be part of the mission, just not that role” Drake rolled his eyes and turned back to the rest who were seated quietly, watching the drama. “We’ll fix someone for the bait, I’ll think of the best fit before the next meeting, get prepared, we meet again tomorrow, the mission is close” with that, he strolled out of the room. Amy angrily followed behind, leaving the rest inside. “Wow” Bluey muttered. He turned swiftly to Marcus, his face rumpled with curiosity. “Are they usually like that or…” Marcus slapped his head lightly. “You're too curious”. Then he started walking out of the room with Kate. “Hey, wait up” Bluey shouted after them as he rubbed his head while rushing after them. ## Hayden's Room Maria stood in front of his door, she arranged her dress, adjusting it to make it shorter.
Bluey effortlessly broke the tense staring contest between them, his calm presence shifting the energy in the room. “Hi Donna!” His voice burst with genuine excitement, eyes lighting up. Amy quickly looked away from Rose, smiling warmly at Bluey. “Amy is fine,” she said, her tone cheerful, while Rose scoffed, unimpressed. “So... how does it feel going from slave to Donna?” Hayden leaned forward slowly, resting his hand on the table and his chin on it, his eyes gleaming with curiosity, like a child eager for a bedtime story. “Can we just eat?” Rita’s voice cut in sharply, her gaze fixed on Amy, her brow furrowed. Amy glanced at Kate, who was focused intently on her plate, adopting a deliberate nonchalance to hide her interest in the distraction. Then she looked away and began serving herself, methodically filling her plate. At the top monsters’ dining table, the scene was casual—plates piled high with steaming food, everyone helping themselves with ease. Rita scooped gene
Before she could react, he stepped up directly behind her. His massive frame completely blocked out the rest of the room, casting her in his shadow. Amy instantly stiffened. Her breath caught in her throat as the radiating heat of his chest pressed against her back, a stark contrast to the chilled air of the training room. “Loosen your grip,” he commanded quietly, his voice a low vibration against her ear. His warm breath brushed her skin, sending an involuntary, electric shiver straight down her spine. “You’re holding it like a bat. Relax your wrist.” When she didn’t comply fast enough, Drake reached around her. His large, calloused hands completely covered hers, his long fingers forcing her grip to soften and adjust. His touch was firm, unyielding, and entirely too intimate. “The momentum doesn’t come from your shoulders. It comes from the hip, and the snap of the wrist,” he muttered, his deep voice vibrating through her shoulder blades. Slowly, he guided her arm through a fluid
The next morning, the fragile peace of the villa shattered before noon.“Boss!”Marcus burst into Drake’s office, the heavy oak doors slamming against the wall. Urgency was written in every line of his hardened face.Drake didn’t flinch. He slowly looked up from the mountain of paperwork on his desk. logistics and manifests detailing the latest weapon and drug shipments arriving through the seaport. The lifeblood of his empire.“What’s the matter, Marcus?”“One of the perimeter guards found an envelope pinned to a tree while patrolling the estate.” Marcus stepped forward, his jaw tight as he extended a heavy cream envelope. “It has your name on it.”Drake took it. The moment his fingers brushed the paper, his expression turned glacier-cold, his dark eyes narrowing into slits.“From the blood stain on the seal, I’m guessing it’s from Blood Pact,” Marcus muttered, a muscle twitching in his cheek.“I see that.” Drake’s voice was dangerously calm. He tore the envelope open and pulled out
Drake didn’t say a word after the slap. Not one. The silence that followed was heavier than any shouting. His expression didn’t change, but something in his eyes hardened—cold, contained, unfamiliar. Then he turned away from her. Slowly. Without another glance. And walked out of the ruined s
The man’s screams slowly weakened until only broken groans echoed through the hall. Then silence followed. Heavy, Uncomfortable. The smell of steam and blood lingered in the air. Amy’s stomach twisted violently. Drake leaned back lazily on his seat as though nothing had happened. “Now t
Amy was standing in front of Drake.They were back to their death stare competition.Flashback…Marcus smirked at her.“You want me to take you to the Boss?”Then he let out a short laugh before turning around and walking away, ignoring her request.“Is he scared of me perhaps?” Amy muttered.He pa
Rose was brought to her knees and forced onto the stage. Marcus stood behind her while Drake sat in front of her, lazily playing with a small knife in his hand. Then he suddenly stopped, his attention fully on Rose. Her head was lowered, but her body trembled. She knew exactly how ruthless he co







