Chapter Three

Where was I going? Far away, anywhere, so that I could clear my head. This wasn't my best day, and just after a successful mission and bringing back up a rare black diamond as a trophy for my father, he decided to sell me out to some loser that I had wanted nothing to do with.

Don't get me wrong, Zane is a fine man but he isn't for me. Tons of women would throw themselves at him but my mother taught me that I should never make myself cheap for any man. If she were here today she would have shot daddy in the leg for his reckless decision.

She died years ago when I was still little. The image is imprinted in my brain like a computer code to a system, her body was lifeless and barely clothed, lying in a pool of her own blood and her beautiful brown skin was adorned with so many bullet holes.

My mother was murdered, that was my worst memory. Sometimes I heard her sing to me at night, a secret song only the two of us knew, no one else. It was my bedtime lullaby. Other times I had dreams where I would see her getting shot but I still won't be able to save her or catch the killer.

If I ever had a big decision to be made, I would pray to her for guidance. I did the same for any mission I went on and I always came back a success, I believe it was all because of her protection. My last relationship wasn't the best, I lost more than I gained and I wish I could go back in time and stop myself from falling in love. But that only happens In dreams and not reality.

The time I needed my dad the most, he was the one causing all the troubles.

I grabbed my keys and rushed outside, not answering anyone that called me, "open the gate." I commanded the gateman as I got into my black Bentley and zoomed off. 

Where was I going? To the bar.

I was going on road rage and moving faster than I should, I shouldn't be drinking in the Early hours but the thoughts in my head were screaming so much I had to silence them one way. I reached the bar and kicked the door open, going to the counter,

"Neva?" The brunette quickly recognized me and pulled me to a chair quickly, "Neva you're fuming." She stated the obvious and with the snap of my fingers, she knew what I wanted. She sighed and mixed my drink asap and just as she brought it, I downed half the content despite how strong it was, tears forced out of my eyes as it burned my throat.

She was scared.

"Neva, what happened?" Alison was a good friend of mine, she has helped me hide a couple of times when either oops or the police were on my tail, I couldn't thank her enough for her input and I made it an occasion to visit only her bar to get my drinks.

But I wasn't in a good mood, "what do you mean? I'm perfectly fine." I lied through my teeth.

"Na uh you not! You did not just down half that glass and you're fine. Bitch tell me what is going on." She pulled her seat to mine, her Caribbean accent irked me and I growled, my aggressiveness getting the better of me,

"It's daddy. Daddy is hurting me." I croaked, I could only be strong for so long, I wiped the tears from my eyes as she pulled me closer to her. Alison was a sister from another mother, she knew what I needed so she brought more drinks,

"It's on me." She assured but I waved my hands,

"No, I'll pay. We can talk about this later." I sniffed before downing the remaining content, it was so strong I bled tears but it was just what I needed. She kissed my forehead and left me to drink. And boy I drank a lot. 

Left my Bentley parked at her bar and she called an Uber home for me. I gave the guy a thousand-dollar tip and staggered out of the car, refusing all manner of help. I staggered into the house too, alcohol was winning the war it started with my expensive perfume. 

"Is it me or do you look prettier drunk?"

I whipped my head to see a blurry vision of Zane but I knew he was the one. And I wasn't drunk, just tipsy.

"What the fuck are you doing here? Who let you in here?!" My shifting reality was making me lose control of my emotions, something that rarely happened and he only smirked, closing the distance between us,

"I came to see you." He was too close to me and my hand was on my gun, "aren't you happy to see me?" His scent was intoxicating me, making my body relax without permission and before I could pull my gun out he grabbed my arms and pulled them behind my back, spinning his body to stand behind me.

"Not so fast Nevaeh," he whispered dangerously into my ears as my arms were locked behind my back with one of his, "you need to behave yourself whenever I'm around." He licked my earlobe, pulling on it with his mouth.

Fuck, that was an instant turn-on.

And he didn't stop there, he began to kiss my neck, biting it after each kiss before his large hands covered my throat. As much as I hated to admit it, my body was responding to him, I could feel an ache in my legs and my panties were getting wet.

I moaned involuntarily as he dominated me, and I'm sure he enjoyed the sound of my weakness, so much that he whispered "good girl." Purred like a happy cat, sucking on my earlobe.

He didn't stop there, his sneaky hand slid across my chest, groping my C-cup breasts that were braless in my thin camisole, I moaned at the action, I gave him that response he was dying to hear and as an appreciation gift, he pinched my erect nipple.

"Fuck!" I groaned loudly, as I subconsciously ground against his crotch, squeezing my legs together to subdue the sensation I felt in between them. He pinched my nipple harder to see what more I would do, playing with me like I was an experiment. I wiggled and moved against him for freedom but it only seemed to turn us both. I was drenched and soon he would want to touch me in more places, in more ways.

I wondered what he must feel like.

The alcohol was messing with my brain, Nevaeh get a hold of yourself! I pushed my head backward to collide with him in a headbutt and I whirled around to grab my hand, cocking it and firing bullets instantly.

My aim was bad as my vision was still blurry and he was dodging every bullet I fired. I reloaded but I still couldn't get him and a lot of things were getting destroyed in the process. Which attracted my father's attention.

"Neva, stop this immediately!" He ordered me but I fired one last bullet, and it hit him.