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Present Time Lyla’s POV My hands shook with fury as I walked next to Isaiah. His father was ahead of us, taking determined steps towards the cell he held Achilles, Xiomar and Emilio, humming underneath his breath. “What do you mean you know who killed your mother,” I hiss at Isaiah, careful to keep my voice low. “She was not my mother. In many ways, maybe she was, but she did not have me.” Ohh. These fucked up family. “Well, what did you mean then?” “Achilles said I should come tell him that. He knows who killed the woman my father was in love with for all his life, and instead of talking to me still, he is walking away gleefully towards them, Lyla, so just follow after him.” We got to a stairs and descended slowly, into the dark lit room. Soon, I sighted them, and I ran, tears falling down my face. “Achilles,” I cried out, grabbing on to the bar. The three of them were handcuffed to the walls, and there was a chain around Emilio’s neck. “Are you guys okay?” Achilles

Lyla’s POV “This is your room,” the young maid said, bowing her head slightly. “Master Horace has asked for me to be your personal maid, if you need anything, you can just call me.” I swallowed and nodded, stepping into the room. “What's your name?” “Marionette,” she replied, smiling. “It's been a while since we had guests. Would you like a bath?” When last had I had a bath? “I suppose so,” I shrugged. None of my bags was with me, instead they were stuck in the car boot downstairs. “I don't have anything to wear,” I murmured. “Don't worry about that,” Marionette said. “I will bring a change of clothes from you, courtesy of master Horace.” Master Horace. “He makes you call him that?” “No,” she smiled. “I just like calling him that.” I nodded. She entered into the bathroom and soon after, she stepped out. “The bath is ready. I'll go get your clothes.” I waited till the door closed before I stepped into the bathroom, shedding off my clothes. Achilles flashed in my h

Emilio’s POV Lyla blushed. “We're outside.” “You fucked Xiomar behind a McDonald's baby girl. I don't think being in public is a problem for you,” I whispered, kneeling down in the space in the carriage. She opened her legs slightly, her lips smacking against each other. “They could be looking for us.” “Xiomar is grumpy, Achilles is angry. Let me eat your pussy Lyla,” I breathed, moving close enough so I could sniff her through the sweatpants. “Just a taste.” She groaned, her hips going up as I grabbed the waistband of the sweats. “Shit, I can't say no to you,” she moaned. I peeled the cloth slowly down, revealing the small lacy thong she had on. “You're already soaked, little bird,” I breathed, licking her clit through the small material. “Your panties are melding with you.” “Don’t tease me Xionar, please,” she groaned, pushing her hips forward. I grabbed the material and pulled, tearing it off her. Her clit was begging to be touched but I ignored it, my hands tight in

Lyla’s POV “Emilio stop,” I giggled, pushing his hands away from my ass. “Please, just a touch.” “No,” I laughed. “I don't want you touching me anymore.” My thighs ached from climbing the Ferris wheel, and the steady throb of my clit made me know I was lying, but I was tired. “I want to go sleep,” I said. “I'll creep into your room,” he wiggled his eye brows. “No you won't. And if you do, I'll stab you.” Emilio let out a low moan. “Are you threatening me with a good time baby girl?” Before I could speak, I heard a door slam shut. I looked up and saw Achilles storming out of a room angrily. Our eyes locked, then he walked past, my breath finally returning to my body. “Don't worry little bird,” Emilio creeps up and hugged me. “He will deal with his emotions.” I shook my head. “I have never seen him like this before though,” I mumbled. “He seems so…” “He hates himself right now. He did something that was unforgivable and he kept it locked in for years. He needs to pr

Lyla (Captured) The chain around my leg feels heavy.. I closed my eyes again, drowsy, my head falling down. Someone opened the door. I watched the maid through hooded kids, the one that came daily to ‘clean me up’ She raised my gown up and began wiping my thighs. “I need to pee,” I muttered, my throat dry. Whatever Christian had given me yesterday knocked me out totally. My throat hurts and my back felt like it had been broken but somehow, I still lived. “I need to pee.” She unlocked the chain. “You need a bath too,” she said. I groggily stood, accepting her hand. She led me into the small toilet. “Strip.” I knew the drill by now..I stepped out of the clothes and walked into the shower. Something hot and wet dropped out of my body, and I looked down. I was so used to it now, the sight not jarring anymore. Christian did not allow me bathe with soap. He said I could find a way to use it as a weapon, it was only allowed in days that important guests were coming and I knelt li