A SHARP KNOCK roused Melissa from bed. She was still feeling the ecstasy of Marcus's dick pounding into her. She stretched and felt an ache between her legs, it made her smile. If things continued like this, she might actually start to like the Italian that was her husband. She really needed that good fuck, it helped her calm down. The knock sounded again. "Yeah? Come in," She called, pulling the sheets to cover her naked breasts. Her personal lieutenant, Jerry walked in. "News is buzzing around, ma'am." "News about what, eh?" Mellissa asked, standing up. She let go of the sheets, ignoring Jerry who stood stoic not daring to look at his boss's nakedness. "Your husband is calling for favors," Jerry said. "Favours is a good and common thing in this line of work, Jerry," Mellisa sighed. She would not allow anything to spoil this feeling of ecstasy. "It builds bonds and – I shouldn't be explaining all this to you. You're experienced enough." Jerry cleared his throat. "You have so

OLIVIA, IT WOULD not be any good if you crash the car and we died in an accident," Laura said beside me. "Or if the cops pull us over for overspending," I turned to look at her. She was gripping the side of her seat tightly and her face was white. I looked at the needle on the speedometer. It was pointing at 90mph. Okay, she is right. I eased my feet off the gas and slowed down. "You are still driving faster than the speed limit," Laura said. I scoffed. "Cry baby!" I sneered. I do not know where the desperate daredevil in me came from as I weaved through the traffic. "I thought Marcus said you should stay at home because it might get dangerous," Laura said. I scoffed again. Like I was going to obey his instructions. He had found my son and expected me to stay at home drinking coffee while waiting for him to come.I subconsciously pressed on the gas again. On the call, he had not said anything about the state of Jake. If he was… I could not bring myself to finish the thought.

IT WAS THE worst moment of my life. It was a moment I never wanted to remember ever. Worst than Vittorio's guard hitting me in the neck 6 years ago to make me pass out. Worse than the feeling I had felt when I realized I was flunking economics in college. Even worse than how I had felt when my father died from some blood clotting in his brain. I was 18 at the time. This was the sickest feeling I had ever felt in my entire 26 years of existence. I had just felt some relief at seeing Jake unharmed, as I had clutched him, enjoying his small warm body and the smell of his unwashed hair. "Let's see who this is," Marcus had said. Through the torrents of joyful tears, I had seen him bend down awkwardly because of his bad arm, to remove the mask of the man. Then I felt a small jolt in Jake's body, and my fingers behind his back went wet and sticky. Blood. At that same moment, Marcus looked over at me, his face went pale in horror. "Out, out out!" He yelled. "Now!" "Oh shit!" I heard the

THE RAREST BLOOD type… That phrase kept on resounding in my head as I sat on the hard vinyl chair after Marcus left. What does that even mean? I asked myself. Aren't there just 4 blood groups? When did one get rare? These questions bounced around in my skull. Laura came in to sit beside me. "Marcus told me," she said, clasping my hand in hers. "I'm very sorry, Olivia." I nodded. "They didn't accept my blood. I'm not of the same group." "Me either," She said softly. "But he's fine,""..for now," She sighed. "I'm going now. I need to wash," she looked at me and added. "You should too. I will stop by your house and get you a change of clothes." I nodded dumbly. She pressed her lips to my cheek and muttered, "Everything will be fine." "Ms Bennett?" I looked up to see a nurse. Her eyes glanced from Laura and then settled on me, she must have figured that with my disheveled look, I was the mother. "You can go in to see your son now," She said. "Just one of you." Laura stood up. "

AILUN CHEN, HEIR of Chen of the three-headed dragon clan, sat waiting for his psychopathic sister. He sighed and pushed his hair behind his ear. No one really knew just how sick-minded his sister was, only he had seen a glimpse of that side of her. He was confused at Melissa's sudden hate for the Salvatores family, even though he knew she did not need to have a solid reason to hate a person. He had always had a dislike for the Italians too, but it was not as deep as Melissa made it seem. On her wedding day, he had threatened to destroy the family if they treated his sister badly, but over the past 6 years, Melissa had even been respected and treated like a princess in the Salvatore house. He chuckled. He knew that gentle treatment only further angered her. He had met with her husband on some occasions and although he did not like the man, he admitted that it could have been worse. Melissa could have been married off to another psychopathic Mafia boss. He chuckled at the thought. He