Lahat ng Kabanata ng I Would Kill for you, Baby: Kabanata 1 - Kabanata 10

MadisonIt's been a week since I fled from my ex-boyfriend Gustaf and moved in with my brother Stanley. He owns a large flat, and I was given the guestroom. It's not the largest room, but I'm more than grateful for my brother's hospitality.Stanley is helpful, perhaps a little too helpful since he is already trying to get me hired by Victor Giovanni. There is no secret that our childhood friend is the wealthiest man in the city, and not only does he own hotels, but he also owns the restaurants associated with them. Since I'm a brilliant chef, my brother wants me to work at one of them."Hold on. Are you being serious right now? Do you really think that I can handle filling in for Victor's head chef at his famous restaurant?" I ask my brother in disbelief. I'm extremely skeptical about this assignment."Well, you needed a job, right? This is your chance to prove yourself. Victor is understaffed and desperate, Mads. He would take anyone, but since you're talented, you might have a chanc

MadisonAfter a long day working in the kitchen, I’m exhausted. Working at Victor’s fancy restaurant was exactly what I expected: hectic and stressful. Yet the work isn’t what got my heart pounding a mile a minute. The phone call I received from Gustaf yesterday is the reason behind my tiredness.I didn’t sleep at all last night.The anxiety of Gustaf coming to find me prevented me from falling into a peaceful sleep. And whenever my eyes would close, nightmares snared me like a deer caught in a trap in the woods. I honestly think I woke up a billion times, drenched in a cold sweat and tears not far away. It was a terrible night, and needless to say, something needs to be done about the Gustaf situation.“Hmm...” I hum to myself while holding up a book named, “How to stop worrying about your stupid ex-boyfriend,” that I found at the store.“Okay…aha…I see…” I tap my chin while thinking, and then I speak out loud—I never claimed to be perfect. “It says I need something from my ex-boyfri

Madison"Oh my god, you shot a hole through the fucking wall!" I think I might actually pass out. Stanley is going to murder us both once he sees that we have ruined the apartment.Victor groans. "I'm so sorry! It was an accident!""Stanley is going to flip!" I drag my fingers through my hair while pacing the hallway. "First, the kitchen floor, and now there is a hole in the freaking wall! Why do you have a fucking gun in the shower?!""To defend myself!" Victor whines, looking as upset and nervous as I feel. "And I can pay for the damage!""Why the fuck will you need to defend yourself in the shower?" I'm still confused."Because...you...I don't know. It doesn't matter, okay?""Whatever, but what do we do until you have paid someone to fix it? Stanley will have to live with that hole now!""Uhh...wait!" Victor holds up a finger, and his eyes glimmer in that dangerous way that tells me he has an idea. "What if we move a painting to the bathroom?""That is the most stupid idea that...n

VictorI pull up outside of the apartment complex and scowl at the disgusting state of it. Tony sure doesn't know how to take care of it, even though he took a large loan to renovate the place. I wonder where all that money went.Meh, it doesn't matter where they went. Tony's time has run out, and that's all I care about now.I walk up the dingy stairwell, walking straight to apartment 3B. "Want me to break the door down, Boss?" Marco asks. "Nah, no need to be rude." I shake my head and knock on the door gently.After a moment, the door opens slightly, revealing a young man with greasy hair and bloodshot eyes. He looks nervous as he peeks out at us."Who are you?" he asks, his voice shaking slightly."I'm here to see Tony," I reply, giving him a warm smile.The young man hesitates, eyeing me warily. "Tony's not here," he finally says.I arch an eyebrow. "Is that so? Mind if I come in and wait for him?"The young man looks like he's about to refuse, but then he seems to think better

MadisonI can't breathe. Gustaf's fingers are slowly tightening their hold around my neck while his bad breath is in my face. It seems he never remembered to brush his teeth without me reminding him, and now his yellow smile is right above me.He chuckles. "Not so tough now, are we?"I want to flee from him. Slap his face and escape into the kitchen where I'm safe around my colleagues, but it's like my feet have grown their own gnarled roots and stuck them in the ground. I can't move.The only thing I can do is stand there, entirely paralyzed, as Gustaf's lips brush against my ear. He nibbles on my earlobe, and I choke on a sob. Why did Gustaf have to show up today? What started as an exciting day working in the kitchen has changed into a freaking nightmare, thanks to him."Do you like this, Madison? Do you enjoy my kisses?"My legs tremble when he sucks my entire earlobe into his disgusting mouth. I know I need to do something to defend myself, to protect myself from Gustaf, but all I