Semua Bab Don Julio: His Wicked Temptation : Bab 1 - Bab 10

SARIAN.”“Which looks good on me, the blue or pink one?” Silver asked as she stood before the mirror and giggled. “ I want to make as much money as possible tonight.”“Pink is better,” I said as I did a little touch-up and glanced at the mirror, my strapless bra was perfect and showing just enough cleavage.I was a stripper and it was the only way I could get enough money to pay my drunken father's debts including what he had stolen from a mysterious man, the mounting bills and taking care of my little sister.The room was crowded with so many girls and I had heard that one of us might go home with a customer tonight.I sighed and we stepped out just in time with the music. I was in a hurry to leave but I had to dance to get just enough money. The club smelt of cigarette smoke, sex and desires. I strut across the stage with my heels clicking against the sticky floor, every movement deliberate and in time with the rhythm, I know too well, that my face is partially covered with a smal

SARIAN I should have known this, when I felt uneasy I should have known that this would happen but I trust easily.As soon as Marc moved aside and took his blood money, I realized that I was fucked. Not in the way I would have liked either.“Marc?’ I asked disbelief laced my voice as my eyes widened in surprise.He shrugged and pocketed the large envelope.“Business, Sarian. It's just business.” He said casually like we were talking about when we were little. “ Do take care.”And then he was gone. I felt like passing out. This was supposed to be the hotel where I and Marie would stay before we had to leave for the train station but something was off when we walked in and the receptionist looked grumpy. This wasn't a hotel, Marc had given me up to the enemy. Don Julio Rossini and I were alone when the heavy doors slammed behind Marc and I wanted to run after him and demand some explanation. The betrayal was hot and sharp and I wondered if Marie was safe too.I stared at Don Julio, th

SARIANThat man had touched me in ways no one had and the annoying thing was that my body had responded to him. I still felt wet down there and stupidly arched for his touch and just when I was hoping he had claimed my lips in a hot, ferocious kiss or pressed himself against me, he had turned to the door and called out.“Take her away.”Wickedness, just plain rude and wicked, leaving me wet and needy. I stumbled forward as the door slammed behind me. As my eyes darted around the darkened room I breathed in short terrified gasps. Then I caught sight of her. Marie!!I didn't know what to feel, fear, confusion, relief. My eyes moved to where Marie sat, shivering from the cold and wincing from the pain the tight ropes had on her arms and feet. Her eyes were big and red from crying and she was equally surprised to see me.“Sarian.” She muttered and sniffed and tried to get to her feet but the guard gave her a dirty look.But she gasped softly as soon as she saw me and I noticed a flicker

Pain. Hot, white pain, flashed through my whole body and took position on my head.That was what I felt as soon as I woke up. The sharp pulsing pain in my skull was like someone hitting it with a hammer and couldn't just stop.I tried to sit up but my whole body felt so heavy and pain protested through me. My eyes were heavy too and my vision was still blurry. The smell of cigarette smoke drifted into my nose.Something which I hated and it made my stomach turn and made the pain increase.I opened my eyes slowly, and calmly, hoping that the pain would go away. My eyes flashed through the room, the walls made of dark wood. Furniture that screamed expensively. Dim golden lights. And—What on earth was I doing here? Where was I?My head began to pound more intensely as I sat up too quickly, my eyes now wide open.This wasn't the woods. No.Due to Matteo's iron grip on my wrists, it hurt so much now. Then everything came rushing back like a dam bursting. Marie. The shot. The blood. Don

DON JULIO It was very late at night when I heard screaming and loud thuds coming from the room below.I smoked hard on my pipe as I flipped through a picture album. Photos of Federico's body photographed by the police and sent to me by my trusted police officer who was an ally— Diego Castro He was just a young police officer who had traded his loyalty to the government for little bucks.The Blood Vultures had done to Federico what no man can do, his body was twisted and I pitied the old fool.“Who is the crazy one making those loud noises?”“The girl we brought.” Matteo said. “She's fighting with the maid.”I shut the album.“Get me a whip.”He threw the whip at me and I caught it in mid air , rolling my sleeves up and as soon as I got to the room, I pushed the door open forcefully.“Go back to your quarters.” I instructed the maid who had ketch up on her face.Sarian saw the whip and swallowed but she tried to hid it.“What the hell—” I was unable to stop Sarian before her fist st