I was made to go wash myself and get dressed up in beautiful clothings. After that, I was walked back into the medical room where I'm made to sit on one of the beds for a quick check up.
I still didn't know the nature of this mission and what I'm supposed too do with this Gregory Silverado man. Would he be sleeping with me or asking me to do his dirty jobs for him? Killing his counterparts, that he was very good at. A corrupt man.
"This is going to hurt a little bit, Melanie." the doctor says as he approaches me, a syringe full of some liquid in between his fingers.
"What's that?" I asked him, my eyes watching his movements.
" It's sedative." he replied. Before I could register what he said, there's a sharp pain my my arm as he injected me with the needle.
Instantly, as the sedative speed through my bloodstream, I started feeling dizzy. My eyes are Getty heavy and my body getting weak.
I tried to open my eyes but they were shutting faster. The last thing I remembered was falling over the soft bed, my subconsciousness falling into deep darkness.
>>> Flashback <<<
I was five years old. I'm dressed in my favorite shimmering pale blue satin mixed with lace dress. My mocca brown hair is tied up into a neat donut on the center of my head as I always loved it done by my mother. I'm seated on the translucent marbled floor, legs folded underneath me. I watched straight ahead as my mother stretched on the handrail. A gentle song is playing from a sterio tape she always sets down on the draw table right below the window.
At the far corner of my left stood the magical floor length mirrors that kept reflecting my little pale body. But I was too distracted watching my mother moving her slim body in her ballet flats, and her shimmering pink dress to take interest in my countless mirror reflections yet.
I was mesmerized by the idea of dancing on your tiptoes, having the world cheer at your feet like we always watched on the TV by some french performers.
I loved that my mother owned a big ballet house in the middle of Chicago avenue streets, having tall and small children come in every afternoon to practice the art of dancing. I loved everything. I loved the subtle art of colors and movements. Every night, I waited to grow up so I could dance like her.
My mother thinks I'm still too young and can't handle a broken toe. I was skinny and nobody wanted to watch me dance without fearing I may break a toe and that was okay. For now, I was okay watching her do all the dance steps.
It's an early busy morning. Daddy had left after planting a kiss on my forehead. He needed to catch a train to Moscow for a business. I missed him already. Mother had dressed me up so we'd come into the ballet hall. The hall is wide enough, attached to the front of our house. You'd barely know that we lived in the fragment of this large hall at the back. I loved our home. It was small and beautiful. I loved my parents, they were always wearing a smile. I couldn't wait to grow up.
I watched my mother pirouette around the handrail, turning her back to me. That was when the light caught my eyes. From the corner where you could easily see the room before stepping in, from the spot where the shoes are left behind before stepping into the dance hall. I squinted, catching the eyes of a man. He has a grin on, his leathered hand beckoning for me to come over. Distractedly, I stood up and after taking three steps was standing right in front of a man who was apparently squatting. As soon as I was in his level, he rose up. He's wearing a wide brown hat with a rectangular red lid on it.
My father had left dressed like that, like the typical local Chicago men did. Brown long coats with matching or mismatched trousers, long shiny boots and a wide hat. For a split second there, I'd thought it was my father but everything soon unraveled in my eyes.
He wasn't my father. He was a complete stranger. I felt his big hands grab me, stealing me from there and leaving me to watch my mother's back as she disappeared from my eyes, his other hand pressed down on my mouth, muffling my upcoming screams, his other hand holding me against his chest.
And that was it. I'd ...... I'd....
I felt the life seeping back into my body as the memory became foggy, the back of my mother that has seemingly been part of my being even after so many years fading away. Again.
My body felt numb. It was like I could hear the silence. I tried to open my eyes but all I saw where blurry whites and wet eyelashes sticking out above my eyes.
I saw a vision of a woman hovering over me, her voice coming after. " Melanie? " She calls, as she carefully helps me sit up on the bed.
I don't know this woman and didn't know where I was. But I felt the soft white bed underneath me.
I looked around the room and could feel nothing but pain around my body. The room is dashingly beautiful, classy and modern.
" You need to get ready for the young master " she says as she helps me to my feet.
" Young master? " I asked, confused.
" Alpha Nikolas " she provides.
Alpha Nikolas?
Where was I? I remembered getting sedated back in the lab and that was it. Now I'm waking up in this fancy bedroom. It's hardly what I was expecting.
As I walked into the bathroom with this woman, I began to wonder if my fate lead me here. If I was fated to be some alpha's prostitute.
Transylvania, Romania. Nikolas Silverado's P. O. V.Blinding lights like a lightening flash appears suddenly, enveloping everything within its proximity, eventually fading into a blazed shimmer or neon red. The smoke twisted in a sensual artistic way, forming curls in the gloom, illuminated only by the age-speckled bar lights.It instantly lifts the brooding mood and lit the room, hundreds of conversations in high pitched voices, all competing with the heavy rock music that dominated the atmosphere.The rancid smell of smoke, whisky and wine coated my nostrils, a jangle of voice strung off the wall like soothing piano chords. As I wind my way through the warm bodies, my scowl getting deeper and deeper as the growls escaped my lips, all I could think about was my father setting me up Ina place like this.Yes I liked alcohol and I like women. A lot. I loved their naked bodies pressed up against me, my hands measuring the fullness of their bossom. But my grandfather was o
Nikolas Silverado's P.O.VI became tensed, her gaze traveled around my body, she looked like someone who has been deprived of pleasure.I walked back to the door to chitchat with my grandfather, but the old man had locked the door.She remained still with her gaze fixed on me, she didn't look timid.I stood and watched her keenly not knowing what to do or what to say.She had a great physique, she got the curve I wanted in a woman.From the mirror behind her, I could see her bosom, they were perfect just like I wanted them.Her butts weren't too large, and neither were they small and gush she was damn beautiful.We maintained eye contact for a few seconds before I decided to break the silence.I drew the wooden chair close to me, and sat on it, "Who are you and what are you doing here?", I asked tucking my cigarettes into my mouth.She remained mute, I perceived she was deaf because no woman dear keeps me silent if I engage them in a discussion.I lit my cigarettes and walked towards
My heartbeat increased, at his response."What did you find about them", I asked, sitting on my bed."We found some data that matched that of your mom and sister, but we aren't sure if they are the one", he replied. "Get to work now and dig more into it", I said and hung up.My temperature increased, and if there was anything I needed apart from finding my mate was finding my family.Grandpa never told me anything about them there's no picture of them in his empire, all aged workers who had worked for my grandfather refused to disclose anything information to me.But during one of those visits, I broke into one of the worker's houses and found an old picture of me, when I was little with my parent and elder sister.And since then, I have kept the picture, because it reminds me of my family, and I wish to meet them someday.I shook off the thought and took off my clothes, I walked took the back door which led to my pool.I dive into the pool and swam for thirty minutes, and came out i
Melanie's P.O.V His house was so huge and beautiful, and most of the furniture and gadget in his room were gold, he must be a very rich man, I reasoned within me. I gazed around the room, looking for his picture or that of his family, but I found none, which was odd. The thought of me being kidnapped ran through my mind, and to think that I got into the family that made my childhood miserable sent shivers down my spine. What does he want and why did he bring me into his son's life, did he bring me for the purpose of being a sex slave of his son's personal assassin? My mind was troubled, though the thought of finally having the opportunity to kill Escobar, yet I was afraid of what he had in store for me. In the sex slave market, I heard about how he killed his agent and the people he had put in charge to ensure the smooth running of the sex slave business. Everyone feared him because he can't be predicted, he does his things in a way that seems unbelievable. My eyes became tear
Nicholas P.O.V She got me annoyed with her last statement, who was she to disobey me? That got me angry and I walked towards her with rage and slapped her, but the way she dodge surprised me. I looked at her but she was already on the floor. "Get the hell up and leave my house", I replied as I walked towards the mirror to check my hair. When I was done, I walked back to the door and she was still on the floor. I kicked her legs, but there was no response, immediately I bent down and held her hands to check her pulse. My eyes were opened, "not again" I said. "Jane is just recuperating and here is another case, what's going on", I muttered as I carried her to my room. I ran as fast as I could to my room, by the time I got to my room, Jane was already dressed up and ready to leave. "Nich, thanks for saving my life, I am leaving", she said immediately after I got into the room. "No problem Jane, you can take your leave now", I replied as I lay her on the bed. But I noticed s
Nicholas got in and sat down close to his grandfather while Melanie sat down next to him. "What is it this time?", Nicholas asked as he scrolled through his phone. "Nothing much Nich, but we have got a competitor, and you know what we do to competitors right?", his grandfather asked facing Nicholas. "Grandpa, you could have told me this online, I know what we do to competitors, we kill them and take over their business either by buying it or we use the government", Nicholas replied. "Are you guys for real, such a dreaded family", Melanie reasoned within her. She decided to look at Nicholas's phone because he was paying more attention to the phone than to his grandfather. She looked over her shoulder, only to discover that he was watching a porn video. "What's it young lady?", Nicholas asked, as he noticed that she was looking at his phone. "Nothing", she replied and looked back to Mr. Escobar. "Well, Melanie that's where you come in", Mr. Escobar said, looking at Melanie. "U
Mr. Escobar couldn't sleep as he row from left to right, he didn't like the behavior Nicholas put on during the meeting they held earlier. "He brought Melanie into Nicholas's life for a reason, but it seems it wasn't yielding any results. He will be dying soon as he has just a few years to live, but he wants to make sure his grandson gets married to someone as strong as him. He has tried his possible best in finding Nicholas's mate, but all attempts proved abortive. Since then, he decided to make the strongest woman in this city the wife of his grandson, and his search led him to Melanie from his slave market. He sat up, thinking about what to do, he knew Nicholas's weakness was human and he knew if he is dead, his enemies will use that in destroying Nicholas. In a bid to prevent that, he wants a woman who can be there for his grandson, defend herself and defend him. He didn't want to force his son in getting married to Melanie, so he decided to gift him, Melanie, as a birthday
I didn't have any idea about the places I was going, well I am just going to drive around and ask questions. I hope that the assassins don't get there before me, I looked to my left and saw the driver's phone, I launched the Google map app. I typed in my destination, and within a few seconds, the direction was given to me. I stepped on the acceleration pad and drove off using Google Maps. After driving for thirteen minutes, I discovered that there was traffic ahead, I tried finding another route, but all routes were blocked. I checked how far was my destination from my current location, and I found out it wasn't that far, just a few streets away. I parked the vehicle in the parking lot of a club and came down to continue my journey. I put on my hoodie and walked down the street, I reached for my pocket to get directions, but the phone wasn't there. I quickly went back to the car to grab the phone. I got the phone and used it in getting to my direction. I was almost at his