Chapter 1

1.

R-18 | Little Mouse.

“Antonios…haa” 

Napukaw ang katinuan ni Antonios Reagan ng marinig ang halinghing ng babaeng kasiping nito. Fuck! He was totally out of it. Hindi niya ramdam ang kamundong init kahit nasa loob na siya ng babae. 

He thrust deeply into her, driving the woman’s pussy so hard na pati ang ibabaw na katawan nito ay napapasama dahilan upang mauntog ito sa headboard. The woman screamed, and Antonios couldn't give a shit. 

“Shut the fuck up, slut!” His right hand slid from palming her breasts to her slender neck and choked her just enough pressure to make her out of breath. 

Walang magawa ang babae kundi tanggapin ang bawat madidiin nitong ulos sa kaibuturan niya. Na kahit tumatama na iyon sa kaniyang matres ay mas lalo pa siyang natuwa at siya ang napili ng binata ngayong gabi. 

Antonios saw red when the woman gagged and water streamed down her eyes. But instead to stop, he thrusted hard at nang sumikip na ang lagusan ng babae hudyat na lalabasan na ito ay pinakawalan niya ang leeg nito at mabilis na hinila ang babae pataas, pakandong sa kaniya. 

Napakalmot agad ang babae sa likuran niya nang mahagod ng pagkalalaki niya ang sensitibong bahagi ng kaniyang pagkababae. In turn, he hissed and bit the woman’s shoulder habang walang humpay na umulos sa bukana nito. 

At sa tuwing natatamaan ulit iyon ay napapasigaw, sabunot, at liyad ang babae sa harap niya. Which made him so annoyed, the woman was too easy. Hindi man lang siya pinahirapang angkinin ito. 

“Ahh! Ohhh…Antonios. More! Baby…fuck me harder,” matinis nitong ungol na nakakarindi sa tenga niya. “Like that…ha…malapit na…” One long thrust and the woman convulsed. “Yes, ahh!” 

His brow furrowed. “Fuck!” 

Malakas niyang itinulak ang babae at kung hindi pa nito naitukod ang kamay ay siyang mamamatay ito sa tama ng ulo sa wooden headboard. Gayunpaman, walang pakealam si Antonios kahit na siguro talagang tumama at mag-agaw buhay, wala siyang mararamdamang awa sa babae. 

Maiinis pa siguro ang lalaki dahil kailangan niya na namang tawagan ang kaibigan niya upang magpaliwanag sa nangyari kung ganoon ang mangyayari. 

“What was that all about?!” galit na bulyaw sa kaniya ng babae na hanggang ngayon hindi niya matandaan ang pangalan. 

Napabuntonghininga siya at walang sabing tumayo sa kama habang paunti-unting sinu-suot ang damit niyang nasa sahig. “You’re annoying,” panimula niya. “You’re too loose and god forbid, you have the most annoying voice I’ve ever heard!” 

Walang lingon niya itong iniwan kahit na may isinisigaw pa ang babae sa kaniya. He tsked, and made his way to the first floor of the Club that his friend owned—Club Red. Lumapat ang kamay niya sa leeg at hinimas iyon. He’s already too stressed with his unending problems dumagdag pa ang hindi siya nalabasan kanina. 

Umorder agad siya ng black martini nang makalapit siya sa bar counter at bagot na hinintay ang inaabangang dalaga na parati niyang nakakausap at landian magmula noong isang buwan. 

And from those passing months, he had the most sweetest torture ever in his life. He chuckled when he remembered the way the woman introduced herself to him. She was overly confident while whispering her name to him and those sinful palms of hers. 

“Hmm…Annalise.” Antonios shifted on his seat nang maramdaman niyang nabubuhay ulit ang alaga niya. Down boy, it’s just a memory. 

Mariin siyang pumikit at sumimsim sa hawak niyang alak. The woman was not in sight tonight, but he knew he had made quite the impression on their last meeting. His finger tasted her fine, delectable walls, groped her rounded ass, and kissed those red cupid lips, but that was it. Iniwan siya ng babae, after she made a mess out of his clothes. 

He was just going to get a spare para maisuot ng babae, pagbalik niya wala na ito sa couch. Antonios was disappointed and had a raging hard on. Nagplano pa naman siya kung makita niya ang babae ngayong gabi  ay hindi niya ito palalagpasin sa pagbitin sa kaniya. 

Kahit saan pa siya lumingon sa dance floor at bahagi ng Club, ni anino man lang ng dalaga’y wala. Yamot siyang tumayo at pumuntang second floor kung saan matatagpuan niya ang VIP lounge kung saan siya at ang mga kaibigang tumatambay. Kita roon ang mga pangyayari sa first floor. 

“Hey, Antonios! Try this drink, man!” Anyaya sa kaniya ng kaibigang si Ryder—isa ring bilyonaryo pero sa ibang industriya naman. Na may habit sa paggawa ng nakakalasong inumin. 

Ngumiwi siya. “No thanks, Ryder.” Tinabig niya ang kamay nitong may hawak na maitim na inumin, “no one likes to drink that monstrous looking liquid,” he tsked. 

Humalakhak lang ang hayop sa sinabi niya at ang iba naman ang inaya nito habang siya naman ay pasalampak na umupo sa couch malapit sa full glass window at dumundungaw mula roon. 

“Damn, man!” dinig niyang ani sa ibang kaibigan. Maybe, nauto na naman ni Ryder ang mga iyon. 

His eyes were like a hawk staring at the people downstairs, especially at the entrance nang may tumapik sa likod niya at naupo katabi niya roon sabay wagayway noong dalang envelope sa pagmumukha  niya. 

Antonios snapped at the intruder at palarong sinuntok sa hita nito na umani lang ng igik at sipa sa paa niya. 

“That hurts you motherfucker!” reklamo nito at inilapag sa harap niya ang envelope. “Iyan lang ang nahanap ko sa babae mo. Are you sure you want to play with her? She’s kinda mixed up with something, man. Baka nga may pinaplano iyan sa ‘yo.” 

Mabilis pa sa alas-kuwatro niyang pinulot iyon, binuksan at binasa ang pinapahanap niyang babae. His smile faded at paunti iyon napalitan ng ngisi. 

“Fuck, man. Looks like you’re having fun! Ngayon pa lang naawa na ako sa babaeng iyan.” Isaiah commented when he saw how excited his friend was while reading the report about the girl he was looking for. 

Well, what can he do? Antonios Reagan is a manipulative freak. And he doesn’t want to cross him. 

“Small scale syndicate, huh.” He crouched, caging his head with both hands to hide the grin. “And you think…concluded, they are after me?” he asked Isaiah without looking up at him. 

Isaiah sipped on his whiskey. “I presume.  Her syndicate was therefore embroiled with the Don that’s after you. What do I know? Maybe…maybe not, but just be careful. I don’t want you coming up on us in a bloody mess.” 

Antonios laughed low, hands on Isaiah’s shoulder. “Oh, how I wish. If she’s after me, I’d gladly enjoy a little cat and mouse with her.” 

Yeah…definitely. 

Isaiah was about to speak again when someone caught his eye. His expression stiffened. 

“Look down, man,” he said in a whisper. 

Antonios grumbled but followed his line of sight. 

He froze—then slowly, his lips curled. 

There she was. 

Standing at the edge of the crowd, looking like a lost little mouse in a packed den. Turning her head. Scanning the room. Searching. Hunting?

Probably for someone. 

He hoped it was him, though. 

A slow, dangerous smirk spread across his face. 

“Finally,” he breathed. 

“Fucking found the mouse.”

He pushed himself up from the couch and strode away, leaving his friends staring after him in confusion.