"That's the third time you've thrown up this morning," Zale complained and looked at me with great concern as he handed me a glass of water to drink, "I'm calling the doctor, whether you like it or not," he told me. I understood why he wanted to call the doctor but it was just a bit of normal sickness. I probably ate something that upset my stomach and I was paying for it. Or maybe it’s because of my detoxing and my diets and it’s somehow upsetting my stomach.
"No," I shook my head, "I'm fine," I sighed, handing him back the now empty glass as I put my forehead into my palm, wondering why the hell I was feeling so under the weather. I couldn’t help but ask myself what it really is because everything that I’m on is healthy and it shouldn’t make me throw up like this.
"Look at you, Beauty. The sooner I call the doctor in, the faster you can get better. I don't want you feeling so sick on
Zale refused to let me out of his sight ever since we found out I was expecting. I can't even go to the bathroom alone without him following me to make sure I don't get hurt. I keep telling him it's alright to at least let me pee in peace but the man is determined to protect me and who am I to stop him from that?So I had to keep us entertained because if we weren't making love or having rough and wild sex, we were sitting and planning for our future, talking about this baby and how we'd spoil them rotten.Zale has been begging me for the past week to show him my wedding dress, that was hidden in his closet somewhere and I made him swear he won't look at it. I know he keeps his word when it comes to me.I kept telling him no but today, I guess we were feeling a bit rebellious and I was so eager for him to see the dress. I didn't care about anything else because I wa
After our little yet beautiful and private, kind of sad excuse of a ceremony, everything felt right with the world and everything felt perfect between us. The sun seemed to shine a bit brighter and the air felt cooler with all the breeze that blew through his bedroom. We were having the time of our lives, still dressed in our wedding attire and acting silly.We sang and danced around his bedroom, spinning each other and rapping along to rap music. We ordered pizzas and sat and ate about a million slices as we talked about baby names and decorating a baby room.We laughed and took a nap, wrapped up in each other's arms and it felt like we really had our wedding day. To us, we were already married. We just needed it to be on paper but that's alright.Yesterday felt like a dream as I stood arguing with Zale right now. It's nothing serious, he just doesn't want me to leave but I promised him I'd be fine b
"Boss, your phone," I was sitting on my balcony, looking out at the beautiful sunset and just thinking about what life will be like in a few days. I can't wait to look at sunsets with the love of my life, for the rest of my life.Beauty and I have been looking at sunsets for these past few weeks and I can't get out of my mind how peaceful she and I are whenever we watched the sun set. I'll hold her in my arms and I won't get tired of her body being close to mine and now...now we're going to be parents."Boss," I snapped my head back at the silly man who kept calling me."Who the fuck is it?" I snapped at him. I was thinking about Beauty and whenever I think about her, I don't want to get interrupted because I enjoy the world I get lost in."It's your uncle, he says you want to hear him, it's about Beauty," the man said as he hande
"My brother will find me, Carter," I said as I looked at the older cruel looking wrinkled man in front of me as the sound of chains on the ground seemed to fill his momentary silence."I don't think I've ever heard of an American Don who needed his big brother's help," he replied cockily with a smirk and I narrowed my eyes at his ugly face."Well, not every American Don's older brother is Axwell," I replied, my tone levelled and cold as it always was.He stepped up to me, his face an inch away from my chest as he craned his neck to look up at me and meet my eyes, "I don't know you are, and I don't know who he is, but I'm one hell of a threat because here I have you, the American Don..."He snarled at me, and I simply tightened my fists, calming my inner beast which could snap his neck easily. I wouldn't have hesitated to take care of him, I wouldn't have hesitate
Mason was talkative, much too talkative for my liking. Throughout my entire life I had been taught to remain silent and observe, to speak only when I had figured my entire target out, to only speak when someone was going to die and to only speak when I found it necessary.Mason, Mason shared none of those teachings with me. With him, it was talking in the day, talking at night and it took everything in me to hold back from strangling him while he spoke.Of course those were my thoughts for the first two days, but after that, I found it- not soothing- but it kept me sane to listen to Mason drone on about anything and everything. We were in solitary confinement which meant no going outside, well, me at least. Mason got an hour outside once a day and when he came back he would tell me how it was outside, as though I had never been there before but I held back from saying anything and instead
I was brought back to the basement, as I believe it should be called, and the red boots, what I have chosen to call her guards- Kitty's guards, had instructed me to take off my overalls and take a shower. Once again, it wasn't a peaceful shower and it was starting to piss me off that they would beat me up for no reason, it seemed they took pleasure in it. When I was done with the shower, they handed me a neatly folded black overall similar to the one I had been wearing before, since the day I got here.Today, the basement had been different. A few days ago when I had been brought here it was an open floor, with only the shower but now, besides the shower was a square brown table and two chairs, across from each other. After getting dressed they had forced me to sit and wait, their eyes on me and I simply put my hands behind my back as I closed my eyes, meditating and wondering where the hell my brother was.I only o
Kitty. I couldn't get her face out of my mind, it's almost like God was punishing me with her beauty. Her name too, Kitty, it wasn't fitting. Kitty was too innocent, Kitty was too sweet. It was a name meant for someone or something delicate and a kitten.
"Two weeks? Did it have to take you so long, Axwell?" I asked with a smirk as I sat up on my bed and I was met with my brother Axwell, leaning against the door and he smiled back at me."I'm here right now, am I not?" He asked me, his British accent was thick and I could barely hear the words that came out of his mouth.I stood up from the bed, unable to stop myself as I walked to him and he embraced me in a long hug. He was my father, he was my mother, my brother and my best friend, all in one person."Here is your suit," my brother said to me when I finally pulled back from the hug between us and I took the bag he handed me in my hands as I walked back to my bed and placed it on there as I began to strip.He had brought everything I needed; underwear, a shirt, my suit, socks and my shoes."You have scars," he said, "why is your body so beat