All Chapters of STUCK: Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

"I want to drive" he heard her saying after feeling her gaze on him for minutes. There was something different about her looking at him that just wasn't the same as him watching her, and it warmed him when her gaze swept over him, the same feeling he'd get under the thick covers on a stormy, freezing night. "No" he didn't say more, not feeling the need to. He didn't trust her driving, she hadn't exactly given him the best ride of his life last time that she would drive gracefully this time. Not to mention he didn't want to waste time giving her a driving lesson when he could drive with the record speed to home. Great chunk of the night was already gone and he wanted to make the most of remaining. The throbbing flesh under his pants could not agree more. The reminder of a meeting at eight in the morning stung him painfully, only making his leg on the accelerator press harder, the time seeping faster than he liked it too. "Please" he heard her teasing voice, but did not respond. She

"Hey" Enzo coughed hysterically when he looked back towards the source of the feminine voice, finding his donna's cheerful smile that had almost cost him his life. He concluded that his five minutes of peace in garden with his cigar was ruined, and now nothing could change it. He immediately started walking away not needing to be reminded of Don's possessivity for her. She only screamed trouble to him. "Wait" she jogged behind him as he nothing less than ran in the opposite direction, willing to avoid her at all costs. It had not been two days since they had returned to Frantino mansion in Italy and she had already started to act like herself again. She was cheery and outspoken and all of the things that he had rarely seen her as ever since her return. It wasn't his job to by mystified, it was only to observe and move on, yet he couldn't but secretly feel joyful for her, for once not regretting bringing her back to Don. He also could not ignore the fact that the woman was danger

Donavan had to push his current files to the side to make room for the opened compilation generously made by his wife. It seemed far more important than any deal waiting for him at the moment. He already postponed several meetings forward and had decided to dedicate his day towards the kind of adventure she chose to explore today. He did not enjoy it at all. The clauses made in the agreement screamed that she did not trust him, and that nothing else than his official signature was worth earning her confidence. He could make all the lovely promises as long as they were descriptively and unambiguously bound and signed by him beforehand. She had documented conditions that he had not even thought of in his entire life and he, for the thousandth time wondered was it too late to love someone else.It was. Unfortunately the superstores he owned didn't sale love in the cans, and his hotels served nothing described as love on the most diverse menu in Italy. Whatever this extraterrestrial th

Tara tried not to make noise in the backseat as the little one jumped up and down speaking incoherently with her teddy bear. It looked like the bear and the girl had a lot in common, much like her mother from beside and Ron from the passenger seat. Tara looked awkwardly outside the window as driver drove through aesthetic streets, unaware of the past history his boss was forced to share with their Donna. Had he known that his mistress had ran over Ron's body and was the reason why he was now a registered amputee, he too would have shown symptoms of uneasiness. Tara reminded herself to kick Donavan's ass in the night. What was he thinking before tagging Ron along the woman that destroyed his life?She suddenly felt remorseful of her actions. Had she not been so audaciously courageous to run the car over him without a second thought, she'd never have lived to see this moment. She had thought of apologising to the big man but she knew it was as useless as ashtray on a motorbike. He di

He arrived earlier than usual. It was a luxury he believed, a luxury that he had two people to be thankful for. Two dead people to be precise. Had they not chosen to spill the information they were required for earlier than they had, he'd have never been able to make this speedily back home. "May their souls rest in peace" he muttered delightfully under his breath, aware of the clack-tap of his boots on the clean marble floor. Donavan expected Inaya to be asleep by now. It was eleven in the night. As per her mother's strict laid out rules, she was to sleep by ten in the night which aligned perfectly for her waking schedule that started at seven am. He peeked into her room to see her, his nerves calming without instruction. He noticed that the space besides her was empty; not empty in the sense that no one had touched that side of the bed, but as if someone had laid there for a while and left. He knew exactly who it was. He closed the door to her bedroom behind him quietly, movi