Recently, my uncle died. He was a hardened criminal and duplicitous liar. He was also a known wise guy that was part of something larger and more evil than any of us realized. After he died I took it upon myself to legitimize and then sell the family business so that I and the rest of my siblings could move on. I'd stayed away for so long and kept away from all of my family because of my strained relationship with my brother. But not anymore… because with Uncle gone, there was no one tough enough to protect the family. I knew my brother was more than enough but I didn't want him to do it all alone as much as I hated to accept it. Uncle might’ve been a disgusting human being and he might’ve gotten countless people killed out of mere pettiness but he kept the family safe. My brother and I had severe issues. I blamed him for our father's death. I blamed him for our mother's death. I blamed him because that was all I could do. I needed to blame someone and he was the only one there so I
Decide what I need to know? Wow. Does any one of these men know this is the 21st century? And okay, not only did I hear gunshots and see dead bodies again, what was that now, 4? But my supposed fiancé had just very frankly made the fact that he liked to see fear on my face known to his brother, his employees, and a guy who maybe wasn’t making it out of the office alive. I was now being ushered, in skimpy pajamas and Azriel’s robe, to his father’s house.When I got there, Lisa was in the doorway to receive me, literally. She hugged me and pulled me into the house, ignoring Dario and the two muscle guys behind him, “Are you okay?”I heard Dario on the phone, “Bro, we’re here,” Then he looked to Lisa, “Yeah, she’s fine. Lisa has her.” Then Dario and the two guys disappeared into the office.I nodded, not knowing what to say because I didn’t know what she knew. She was in a robe, too, her hair pulled up into a messy bun. She walked me to her kitchen where an older grandmotherly-looking bl
Claire’s POVWhat a reunion. And what a morning after. Ho boy; he was all over me, waking me up with his tongue just like that first morning. What a way to wake up! I had a fleeting thought about the fact that he’d eventually want me to reciprocate. After what had happened with that guy in Mexico, could I ever reciprocate with Azriel or anyone for that matter? I didn’t even know the guy’s name. I didn’t want to know. I wanted to forget. There was so much I wanted to forget but so much I didn’t think I could ever put out of my mind completely.“Baby?” he was looking up at me.I hadn’t realized it but I was crying while he was doing that to me. He settled beside me and pulled me to his chest.“What’s wrong?” he asked.“Sorry,” I said softly and wiped my eyes with my fingertips.“What?” he gave me a squeeze.“So much,” I whispered into his chest.“Tell me,” he kissed my forehead.I was surprised that he had stopped. I was surprised that he was looking at me with so much tenderness.“It
I let out a half laugh, half cry. He shrugged kind of apologetically. I shook my head.“She says surprise her,” he said and ended the call.He pulled out and left Rosita at the supermarket and drove me back to Azriel’s house. That phone started ringing from my pocket. I took it out.“A” calling. Great. I stared at it. After the third ring, Earl cleared his throat, “I’d answer that, Miss.”I didn’t. I couldn’t do anything but stare at the screen. It stopped at 5 rings. Then Earl’s phone started ringing and he said a mix of yes Sirs and no Sirs all the way back. When we pulled inside the gate, which Earl appeared to have engaged somehow from within the vehicle. He stopped in front of the gate and sat there for what seemed like the longest time. He dialed the phone and said, “What’s your ETA? Shit. Can’t do it. Won’t work. No, that’s not the plan. Can’t. We will have to reschedule.” he growled into the phone and then hung it up and finally drove in through the area between the gates.“Y
“Oh! Please stop”, I shoved him against his rock hard chest, but he didn’t move an inch.He laughed again, making me crack a small smile in his favour which I hated. My heart caved in my chest of its own accord as I took in his carefree, happy expression which really was a phenomenon because he was almost either frowning or glaring.For some inexplicable reason, his happiness made my heart grow smaller and sadder.I tried not to let the brief moment of sudden sadness show as I pulled up my dress, trying to cover my chest.“You didn’t choose that dress, did you?”, he suddenly observed, making me want to face palm for not being subtle enough about adjusting my dress.“No, I didn’t”, I replied, my voice small.“That fucking slimebag. You’re not buying that”, he growled out, making me raise a brow at him.I did not need Daniel intervening between me and his uncle to just worsen things between me and that man who I really needed to keep happy…. for both my and my family’s sake.“I have to
Roselia’s POVDo you know that feeling of dread when something you’ve planned for years on end, scrutinising, memorising every little thing, paying excruciating attention to detail, withholding patience you don't have just so you could be as sure of it as was humanely possible and then it was all finally coming together but you just couldn't help but wonder that what if someone noticed something unusual and I was caught before the ball dropped. What if Edwin Clifford wasn't where he was supposed to be at the designated time, what if i messed up my part, erego destroying the whole bloody plan?The dread coiled up in my stomach like a snake, it growing more rabid and venomous with my increasing nervousness and anxiety. “Rose!!!”Romina, the Clifford mansion’s head chef yelled my name, snapping me out of my inner turmoil and almost making me slice a finger off along with the diced onions.“Stop being useless over there and bring me the tortilla chips from the freezer, from the one downst
At 6 in the evening, all the kitchen staff had been made to assemble in the ground floor storage room yet again to go over some last minute things. “Wow! The mistress is really going over the top with the preparations, the food, decorations and basically everything. She was even generous enough to gift us these pretty uniforms and aprons,” Leena loudly whispers to me as Romina stands at the head of the group of waiters and chefs, yelling out some instructions. Mrs. Clifford and generous? I don't think so. At least she loved her son though, loved him enough to show others kindness albeit it was for him. I kept my thoughts to myself, not ready to burst sweet Leena’s bubble just yet. She’d started here as a waiter only about a month ago and was already everyone’s favourite. She did exactly as she was told, wasn't mouthy or snarky and was happy to please everyone any way she could. I give her a small smile and just nod along. Leena was a few years older than me but seemingly as gullib
Everyone’s heads turned as the heavy footsteps neared us and one by one the Clifford family’s members took their place. I couldn’t help but stiffen when Waylen Clifford, brother of Edwin Clifford took his place at the head of the table, making me inch away from his chair. Luckily for me, he didn’t spare me a glance.Then Mr. Clifford’s youngest son, Gael Clifford took his seat on the fourth chair of the left side of the table, he was only 11 but had already wielded a gun. Dressed in a tux, the blonde boy looked like the spitting image of his father. Then his sisters, Olive and Lucy sat beside him and closest to the head seat……. my breath hitched so hard, I almost gasped for air. Closest to Waylen sat his brother, Edwin Clifford. Waylen was superior to Edwin in age, wealth and authority but not in cruelty. Other Cliffords along with the other guests took their seats but I couldn’t tear my eyes away from Edwin. He was right there, less than a few feet away from me. It took all the self