All Chapters of Heart of Stone: Her Revenge Unleashed: Chapter 81 - Chapter 89

[Michael]"Wait! Addison!" I call after her as the Debrassy's men flank me, their strong arms grabbing my shoulders. " I'm sorry I had to show you this, but it was for your own good. Please come back with me, Jayson needs you. I need you."Her beautiful, innocent face looks at me in shock and horror as she blinks between us--the man she once loved and the gangster who has stolen her heart. I expected her to run from him, to leap into my arms begging me to forgive her, to redeem her. I was ready for that. I wasn't ready for this. She turns her back from me, facing the thug like a flower turning to the sun, her hand reaching out towards him, seeing him underneath his disguise. "Let one of my brides take her," Hazardous, AKA Hunter Grant, requests of one of the most dangerous men in New York. "I want to make sure she doesn't cause any mischief." And Mr. DeBrassy agrees, nodding and smiling in Hunter's direction. Treating her like he would any mob wife--as something precious. Shaking

What do I say? Mr. Jersey is going to be mad when he learns I didn't follow his orders. "A good apprentice always follows orders.  Pulling up my pants, I hope I don't smell too much like poop as I step out of the trees towards his voice.  "Um yeah," I lie, hoping he doesn't guess the truth. "I...um...wanted to help so I can learn to be a big strong guy like you." "Don't try to grow up too fast, Little Man," Mr. Jersey chuckles up at me from inside a deep hole. There are other black bags broken and twisted by his feet. I can't see what's inside. I asked Mr. Jersey once, and he told me that if he showed me, he'd have to leave me here in the woods. I'm pretty sure he was joking."Well since you wanna be useful, why don't you go on over to the car and pull out the second shovel," he pulls a handkerchief out of his pocket and wipes the sweat fromhis brow. "I sure could use a strong guy like you to help me cover this hole."A warm feeling

[Addison]After watching Michael dragged out by two strong-armed men, the woman with the cherry-red hair and the curves to kill, the one who had just a moment ago been leaning over Hunter seductively, led me out of the ballroom. I gladly went with her, I had seen enough of this scene to last a lifetime. "Come on, Doll," she pulls me along. "I need to take you home before the boss..." "Can you take me upstairs instead," I beg, feeling bad about how things went. "I was in the middle of a business party when my ex-husband convinced me to come down here," feeling desperate I add, "Please, it could make or break my career. I can't leave things the way they were without smoothing things out,"She gives me a sideways glance and then shakes her head. ""You're one ballsy dame, I'll give you that," she smirks. "No wonder the boss likes you. Fine, I only promised Haz I'd take you out of the room safely, he didn't say it had to be out of the hotel. I'll make sure you get back to your party, bu

[Hunter][A little bit earlier]She'll be okay. I need to believe that. Otherwise, I'll go insane. Debrassy is watching me as he tells me about his plans. How he will make sure my little doll doesn't step out of line. "Evelyn has a plan for Mrs. Stone. Lucky for you, she still has some use for us. You can play with her for a little longer." I bristle at his words but know if I show too much interest she'll be in even more danger than she already is. I can't prove with 100% certainty that Debrassy was behind my sister's death, but as the head of the family that has the most to gain from our family's fall, I know he was involved somehow. My sister Jane had been close to discovering the truth behind our parent's death, working with DA to collect enough evidence. She tried to go the honest way around things believing that if she could shut down the crime sydnicate by lawful ways, it would stop the problem. But some problems are so big, you need to go around the law. And that's where I

[Addison]"Addison," my name is a prayer on his tongue as he closes the distance between us, our bodies molding to one another as his lips brush mine gently.His hands are warm, like fire as he squeezes my waist, kissing me with gentle passion. This feels different than the times before, more urgent and demanding, our bodies seeking the pleasure we've both been denied, our minds and uncertain hearts getting in the way. Tonight, we both know what we want, and it isn't to be apart.Maybe it's the alcohol making me bold, but I stop fighting, stop trying to get away. "Hunter," I kiss him back deeply, my arms wrapping around his neck. He brings me up to him, lifting me at the waist and our kiss deepens, our soft moans lost to the thumping music and flashing lights. And in this moment I know something with a flash of certainty down to my bones. I want him. As we love one another wrapped in the crush of sensations as bodies dance around us, it all becomes too much: Too loud, too hot, to