Once she was pushed into the car, Diana started to scream and fling her hands about. She tried to reach for the faces of the men that had dared to touch her and claw their eyes out with her sharp nails. She had a really bad day, and they were just adding to it. Whoever they were, whatever they wanted, she had absolutely nothing to give them. "Leave me alone!" She continued to scream. But no matter how much she flung her hands about, the men succeeded in molding her into a sandwich beside them. Diana's eyes were filled with tears immediately. She was tired, so tired of having to survive everyday. For once, for just once in her life, she would love to wake up one day with the mentality that she was going to live her life, not survive the world. The man by her side pressed her nose with a white napkin, and her screams turned into mere muffles. Diana saw the roof of the car above her start to spin. Her eyelids grew heavy, and her eyes could no longer stay open. Diana gave up. She pre

Diana swallowed hard as she looked over him. Of course, he'll want that. Why would he not? She could tell from the moment she set eyes on him that his cock itched to be inside her. She had known from the very beginning. She kept her intense stare on the eyes of Xavier Herd, she did not look away from him. She did not know who he was, but he was testing her patience. He was pushing her to edge, more than his brother. And it would only be a matter of time before she turned around to bite him. Xavier Herd watched as she glared at him. There was something about her, something about her audacity that he detested. The way she stared into his eyes, challenging him as though she had any right to. He hated it, he was starting to hate her even though he barely knew her. A sarcastic smile formed on Diana's face as she looked over him. Her face contorted with anger and she lowered her head to spit on the ground right next to Xavier's left shoe. The man took three steps back from her saliva, to

Xavier pushed his car door open and climbed into it. He closed the door and started his car's engine. Peter, his personal assistant, was by the side of his door before he could change his gear from park to drive. Xavier turned to the young man with a sad smile on his face. He could tell that Peter had read the disappointment in his expression, there was no use hiding it from him now. The young man heaved a long sigh before he spoke. "I'm really sorry, sir. I honestly thought that…" "You do not have to apologize, Peter." Of a truth, he did not. Xavier knew that whatever had happened tonight had nothing to do with him. He was more interested in finding out who it was that had informed the XVI cartel of their plans to raid and catch them. But how was he going to do that? Whoever had done it must be as slippery as an eel. Xavier was at a loss for both words and actions. He had only shared the information with seven of his most trusted men. Did this really mean that there was a snake

Xavier groaned and turned in his bed. He was never one to rise in the morning until the sun rays kissed his face with full force. But that did not happen, since his curtains had been drawn shut since last night and his housekeeper was yet to come in and spread them apart. But this morning, someone somewhere in the world believed that the best thing he or she or they could do with their morning was disrupt his sleep by calling his phone endlessly. He finally gave in to the disturbance and allowed his eyes to open slowly, even though his face was still pressed on his pillow. The phone was right by his side. He picked it up with sleepy eyes and answered it groggily and pressed the phone to his left ear. He realized he was holding his phone upside down and turned it in the right direction. He did not bother to look at the caller ID, the voice would be more than enough to know the person. "You fucking jerk!" That was the first line he heard when he pressed his phone's speaker to his r

Diana could not stop thinking about him. Not when she was scrubbing the top of the kitchen counters, not when she was cleaning the floors of the kitchen or living room, and sure as hell not when she was mopping the floor of her room. The room she had been given as a housekeeper was more luxurious than anything she had ever been given the opportunity to sleep in. The room was a hexagonal shaped room with decorative lights placed at every edge. Her king-sized bed sat in the middle of the lavender polished room. The marble floor tiles were white, but had lavender flowers drawn on them. She had her personal bathroom with a bathtub and a water heater. The wardrobe and dressing mirror belonged to no one but a princess. While she was happy she would finally be given a good bed to sleep on while she walked, she couldn't ignore the memories that the room brought back. Memories of many years ago, when she wasn't a nobody from the Redmoon pack, but a princess. She brushed the thought to the