Kian
Luuk and I drive down the road. We are on our way to meet with David Fisher, an old family friend. He wants to open a new club in Haarlem and as always that's got to go through me. Nothing happens in my kingdom without my knowledge and approval.
I gaze out the window while Luuk steers the car- we took the Porsche for the occasion- over the highway. He prefers this particular ride, and I am happy to let him use it. I got too many cars anyway, the time and days I went to the track and raced are over now.
Nikki Aine takes a dress out of my closet, a happy smile on her face as she presents it to me. "I think he will die a little if you wear this tonight." She chirps happily. I can't say she is wrong though. The dress in her hands is a silk red body con with a corset bodice. It's sin on a hanger, and when I think back to the phone-call with Kian this is perfect. He sounded so goddamn sexy. His voice was hoarse and breathy, and I swear I heard him lick his lips when I picked up the phone.
Nikki I glance in the bathroom mirror from the restaurant we are currently having dinner at. Gently, I touch the bruises on my throat. I can still feel his fingers wrapped around my throat, squeezing it tight and fucking me into oblivion. God, that felt good. I study the slowly darkening marks and cover them up with a bit of powder. Although I don't mind how rough Kian got, I am not really jumping at the opportunity to show a stranger. People might misread it as abuse and call the cops
Kian "Come on man! Live a little, let’s go to Red and Black!" Luuk slams his arm down around my shoulder, raising his glass of whiskey to the air, like he wants to give it a high five. He looks at me expectantly, impatient and cocky. "We haven’t been out in ages; I'm beginning to think my brother lost his taste for intoxicated blood." He continues. The fucker is getting on my nerves more and more. Grunting, I push him away. "Get the fuck off me, Luuk."
Nikki - 2,5 months later I glance at my watch, counting the minutes until my shift ends and I can go home to check on my father. His mental health always plunges into the deep end around this time of year, when my mother left the both of us so many years ago. ‘Twelve more minutes.’ I think as I start cleaning up the table from the costumers that just paid and left the little coffee shop I work at. It's a cute little place and I am happy I got a half decent job. My mind drifts back to m
Nikki I walk outside and pick up the phone. A sense of worry now edging the otherwise fun night I am having. "Dad, what's up?" "Bafy, Caan you coome hoome flease. I need you to coome hoome bafy." My father answers, slurring his words and I can practically smell the alcohol through the phone. I’m getting sick and tired of havin
Kian I pace through the tiny apartment this man calls home. It's located in the poorer side of Tilburg. The inside is just as desolate as the outside. The dirty dishes are still in the sink, while dusty and stained curtains hang along the windows. In the living room is a green sofa littered with cigarette burns. An old flat screen TV hangs from one wall and a worn-out wooden coffee table sits abjectly in the center of it all. The only decent things in this apartment are definitely a wo
Nikki The Maserati eats up the road it travels over. The seats are comfortable and soft jazz music infused with electronic beats plays on the background. I haven't said a word since my outburst against him, afraid of him following up on his threat. But there is also some weird fucked up curiosity how he possibly could be worse than he is right now. I glance at him through the corners of my eyes. He is focused, zigzagging through the slow-moving traffic as he ignores red lights and police cars. It's like he owns the city we are driving through.
Kian The elevator hurries up the tower towards my floor. Nikki stands in the corner, white knuckling the railing on the wall of the elevator with big frightful eyes. It’s adorable how she has this irrational fear of the elevator and somehow has already relaxed around me. I know I should probably feel guilty about the way I snatched her away from her home, threatened her father and threatened her. I should feel guilty how I pulled her into a trance, because I wanted to know if she taste