14As Armando emerged from the bathroom and strobe towards the bed with nothing but boxers that I should thank him for; giving me a tough time to remain in my straight mind. I took a long uptight huff and rose myself from the laid position to linear - signing him my apprehensive thoughts his way,Armando stared my body with his lustful piercing blue orbs; I gulped right there because our situation was terrible, I was not in my senses to because of my pregnancy hormones, I was too afraid to react while my mind was playing tricks on me. Due to maturation happening within me; my dubious hormones faked all my feelings for him,that Brutus in a body of a corporeal God might be planning to kill me with his irresistant sharp features, my lord! I want to touch him so badly, I want his mouth locked with mine while his huge manhood swayes in me. WHAT IS HAPPENING TO ME? Why am I so restive for his body, I’m craving for him, am I in my senses? No, you’re not in your senses, Lana, from a very ve
15Lana’s POVI kept myself still on the chair when my mind seemed to be lost in the new addition of vibe around me, I felt a thing for a man who was twice my age and weight and it took me a while to calm down a war within me debating about my feelings and the reality. Nothing scared me more than a thought of him wandering around me all the time and deepening my weak feelings for him gradually“Kitten?” a deep voice shook me from my lullaby.My mind prayed to be called by godly bodyguard Nicolas but here my hapless luck stepped in; which gifted me an errant master to handle. “My Kitten, where are you lost?” he asked me starry-eyed“Na-nothing, I was just… uhmm… sad… that you’re go-going,” I halted to form a perfect excuse where I came up with the most stupid and impractical one in front of the hot sac… I mean my bodyguardArmando smirked, “baby if you want me to stay you just have to say it and I won’t dare to step out,” he whispered to me the dreadful plan softly on which I shook my
16As I dusted off the particles from my hands after finishing my eating course, I saw Nicolas smiling at me for some hidden reason. Was I acting weird? Or too ridiculous to handle? OR maybe I have some sauce on my side corners, What’s up with that compact pressed smile? A pool of questions raised within me“Can I ask you something?” Nicolas’s soothing voice caught my attention. I wish if I could tell him to say my name again but this can’t happen too early. My heed was enough to answer him a roger. So, he didn’t impel me to speak, just our eyes did all hard work. He just kept his eyes on me.“The way your face carries purity tells me about your naive desires which apparently you want to fulfill, but I can’t locate what are those? may I know your mystery?” he read the tension on my face which I’ve been hiding in my deeps and lightly asked me to divide with him, was my face too transparent?“You can share your pool with me,” he offered his service on which inners of my stomach hit butt
17 3 Days Later (The Weekend)9:00 AM “Malady,” a tiny voice crossed my subliminal mind in my slumber but I tended to ignore it, calling it a fluke. “Malady please wake up, today is a hectic day,” once again that sleek tone divided my peaceful sleep with her voice and this time I replied to her with a groggy hum. She first waited for me to make movements and get off from the bed but instead of showing her any valid hopes, I further curled up in my covers and continued sleeping like a careless brat. Watching me like that, her forthcoming voice toned up slightly rude, “Please Malady, wake up or I should be calling master?” she warned me and as she mentioned that wicked man to frighten me and gladly, she did frighten me till my toe. I hastily jerked up on the bed and in the very next moment, my eyes relocated on her, finding the woman grinning faintly. When I somehow gained consciousness, I recognised it was Nancy.She kept shaking her head and stated, “I should’ve said that earlier,”
18“Lana, are you okay?” Armando rushed to me while saying this, “What did that motherfucker do to you?”Hurt me, used me, I'm ungrateful, heartbroken, damaged, suicidal “I-I’m o-okay. He attacked me but Nicolas saved me” I had too many emotions up to remain balanced, and this was the quickest lucid answer I could think of“Son of a bitch!” he blessed him with a swear I thought he had sent him to me but the moment he came in with this face of worriment debated otherwise but this could also be a play of his sick games. Living with him has taught me little smarts and his manipulative strategies so I can’t trust him on this. “Who was he?” I asked him with my doe eyes,“Will be nobody till tomorrow,” he replied. quite friendly.I sighed when I got up the signal, he was thinking about killing him and again this would be because of me, I can’t face this, ever. I thought my baby would’ve knocked some sense in him but no, not a chance. How come I forgot he was the Mafia’s heart without ownin
1924 Hours LaterBeeps of monitor knocked at my door of sleep. It was so hard to answer it but eventually, I was getting power. The clouds over my mind were getting thin and I was becoming conscious of my surroundings a little bit. My eyes were ajar. I fought the heaviness in my body. I felt like crying as I gained my mind. My body felt too weak and tired to move even a finger but I jerked my face aside. I started taking heavy breaths even though I could feel a mask on my mouth. I was getting out of hands but I don’t know why my body wanted to do this. I wanted to shout and I did. I wanted to yell, I did and I wanted to run, which I would, soon. Hands grabbed my shoulders and a voice started registering in my mind, “Calm down, little one. I said calm down.” a deep manly voice calmed me, a few seconds later I learnt it was Nicolas so, without thinking anything further, I opened my eyes to calm my racing body. He was on top of my face, I looked at him while squinting. “Thank
20“London?” I asked with the deepest frown I could form on my forehead, my hands were tightly clutched to my dress which I wasn’t wearing on the hospital bed, what had happened in the last few hours? “Yes, London,” answered casually as usual“Why!? Does my permission matter nothing? Did anybody ask me for it? No, not even informed me about this, may I kindly be enlightened, why!?” Since the day I lost my baby, I have become more infuriated. I can’t hold my aggression back after knowing what they all have done to me. I’m not a toy but I’m always treated like one, now, even if they kill me on this, I won’t be scared, I’ve already toured the death’s entrance.“Because you were meant to be here for a long time,” his statement only multiplied confusion. I kept giving him a resting bitch face look and he got my point through it, “The Nicolas you knew is gone. Meet me, Nathan. Nathaniel Williams Knightley.” calling myself shocked was an underestimation, I was above than startled. What is
21“You want to go back to those who sold you to him?” I couldn’t feel the floor under my feet, “What do you mean… what… Do you know what you just said?” my eyes were wide shocked, I wanted to punch him so bad for dragging my parents into this fuss, “YOU ARE ACCUSING MY PARENTS!” never in the world I can believe this lie, no, they love me. They can’t even think about doing this to me“I don’t want to show you proofs,” he said while adjusting one leg over other, and forming a concerned look on face“No, show me! I don’t believe you here,” I snapped at him and he gave me a worried sweetheart look with one eyebrow lifted, “You sure, I don’t want you insomniac,” he assured me and I confirmed him with my hard face. He opened his drawer and took out an opened envelope. He handed it over to me and I took no minute to take out the pictures and papers from it. My heart clenched when I saw my parents pictured as taking money from Amrando’s men while he is sitting on my favourite couch, my ey