All Chapters of Wet Nights : Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

Shemika's POVSuddenly, the penthouse felt like a prison tonight.I stepped out into the cold night air, heading nowhere at first. Then my feet started moving to the elevator, then out of the penthouse. I stepped out of the house and took a cab to nowhere in particular. But I changed my mind soon enough. The moment the cab driver asked for my destination, I asked him to take me to Wet Nights.Of course, I know... Bishop warned me not to step out of the penthouse and most importantly, not to come to the club because he claimed it wasn't safe for me.But I needed to see Bishop, maybe, just maybe he could help me clear my head.It wasn't a long ride and I kept staring outside the window throughout the ride. A few moments later, the driver pulled up at the front of the club, and I stepped out slowly.I glanced up at the towering building, almost smiling at the miracles of innovations and technology. "Just look at how tall this building is, isn't it impressive?" I thought.I shook my head

Shemika's POVThe road ahead stretched into darkness, only sliced through by the piercing white light of my headlights. My grip on the wheel tightened, my jaw locked, and my mind was cold.I was tired of dancing now, I just wanted to teach these motherfuckers a lesson.Jeffrey whimpered in the back seat, his hands tied, his eye sockets nothing but bleeding caves.I kept glancing at him time after time through the rearview mirror, but I didn't feel any pity. I loved what I was seeing. In fact, it didn't feel like enough to me.Every bump on the road made him grunt in pain. I wasn't careful with my driving, I made sure he hit his head against the door continuously until I started to make a sound with his head bumping into the metallic door.I didn't care.I loved it.Just as I zoomed past the shadowy road, something suddenly caught my attention-something so thin and subtle, it almost looked like a thread floating in the air across the road.A glint.Since the road was so quiet and it se

Shemika's POVI snuck out of the room and the door beeped locked behind me. With careful precision, I made my way through the backside again, tiptoeing through the hallway like a thief trying to escape.I successfully made it to the front just a few steps away from Bishop's office.I knew Bishop would be in his office and I was eager to meet Don Marcos, the demon himself.I needed to make sure Bishop was fine first, I know how bloody it'll get today and I don't want to hurt Bishop.I got to Bishop's office and I noticed his office' door was slightly open, so I didn't barge in immediately.I leaned against the wall and peeped through the tiny hole. Inside, I saw Bishop, he was sitting behind the large mahogany desk in his office, his fingers laced tightly together, elbows resting on the table. Across from him sat Don Marcos-older now, grayer-the sharpness in his features still dangerous but weathered by time. His eyes had the kind of darkness that never faded-the kind only men with t

Shemika's POVI woke up feeling like I'd been hit by a truck. The sheets smelled like fresh soap and something else-like hospitals. Not the dirty kind with people crying and nurses yelling. This place was... quiet. Too quiet. Too white. Even the light felt soft, like it didn't want to wake me up too fast.My eyes opened slowly. My head was pounding, and everything felt heavier than it should. The ceiling above me wasn't mine, it wasn't the type in the penthouse.This place was different. It was smooth and clean, with some golden light fixture spinning lazily in the middle. I blinked a few times, hoping maybe I was dreaming. But no, I was still here.I turned my head a little and looked around. The bed was big and soft. The curtains were light and expensive-looking, like something from a movie. There were machines beside me making quiet beeping sounds. Nothing loud, just soft little noises like they were checking if I was still alive.The room didn't feel like a hospital, but it wasn

Shemika's POV"I'm sorry." Bishop muttered into my mouth as he slowly pulled away.I slowly opened my eyes and we stared at each other for a while.I shifted away and pulled the blanket gently over my legs, he helped me to adjust it as I sat at the edge of the massive hospital bed.I still couldn't believe that this is his personal hospital inside his house.The white cotton robe I was wearing clung to my skin, and everything around me felt almost too clean to be true.The machines near my bed hummed quietly, but all I could hear was the noise inside my head. My eyes were swollen, red from crying too much-or maybe from everything I'd shoved deep down for years, finally crawling back up and choking me from the inside.I hadn't said much since the doctor told me the news about my pregnancy-I couldn't.I know it's true, yes, I'm pregnant with Bishop's baby, but it's still hard for me to believe-and worst of all, it's difficult for me to accept.My throat was dry even though I just finish