The exhaustion that came from fussing with the contents in the Manila envelope had been more than enough to drain Elena to the point that she’d dozed off without knowing.
Before slumber had consumed her, she’d weighed all her options of survival, chances of escaping, and opportunities to end the life of her abductor. She wanted an end to her misery and something told her she had only just started to live in it.
In her sleep, she’d had dreams—what she’d prefer to call nightmares— of Gregory. At first, it was her in that old building, Luis forcing himself on her as she roared cries. And then she was no longer in the old building, she was on Gregory’s bed and Gregory replaced Luis.
What irritated her even in the dream, was that her roars of cries were replaced, with moa
When she still didn’t answer, the door opened to reveal Thomas ushering two women in. He looked at her in acknowledgment. Nodding, his lips placed in a tight line and for the first time, Elena noticed his good looks. He couldn’t have been over his middle twenties, with tanned skin and black hair that shone. "Miss. I’m sorry for barging in, but you wouldn’t answer. Mai and Liyah are here to help you get dressed. Excuse me," the last part was muttered before he went out, closing the door behind him. "Hey, I’m Mia," the brunette introduced."And I’m Liyah," the redhead placed her hands on her chest and they looked too naïved to Elena. "We’ve wor
The flu he was coming down with wasn't going to stop him. The rage was the cure. This rage would take them down and make his boss proud. Fucking idiots, Seth thought, Inviting five other mafias for a ceremony and thinking any amount of security would protect them. He waited for his men to take a position.He knew he had them when he heard the news of the ceremony where Gregory Don II was going to be made head of the Marchetti Mafia. He wanted to get them at the funeral when they laid the old Don to rest, but it was too open. It was a sad gathering and everyone was alert.On the other hand, this was a happy ceremony where they sat a new mafia head, the irony made him laugh. A happy ceremony for a sick sad man. Everyone knew Gregory was a sadist whether because he knew h
The man on the stage, tucked a hand inside his pocket while the other held a flute of champagne. He was so Italian like most of the men and women in Gregory's cartel, at least the ones she'd seen. "Everyone knows why we're here. It's the official seating of Gregory Don II of the Marchetti mafia," the man announced and everyone except Elena and the man in question cheered. "I'm his second in command as most of you know. Leo Marchetti (speaks Italian)" The people cheered and his short speech continued for a bit before he called for Gregory to address the crowd.He went up to address the crowd, he sounded like a boss—a no-nonsense boss, but she still heard the vileness in his voice.
Hey, this book has been on hold for a while. I hate that I kept the story away from my readers. As much as I'm excited to let the world see this book, it became depressing for me that the reads and votes for this book never moved forward, even when my editor claimed to have promoted it—which I highly doubt. As a result of this, I'm unsure whether I'll continue this book on here or any other book at all. I'll let y'all know. Xxxx xxxx xxx xxx xxx xxx xxx xxx xx xxx xxx xx xxxxx xxx xxx
Elena stood startled at the man who had been blackmailing her for over 5 months. He had been blackmailing her with just threats of knowing her secret in exchange that she dropped the business deal she had just finalized.
The hot heavy summer breeze on a Monday morning was the first greeting Elena got coming out of her house. Lagos they said was the city of opportunities and the summer season did nothing to stop or reduce its bubbly runs of bodies brushing and past each other, not even stopping to give as much as a glance.The bodies belonging to workers of every sort, rushing down the alley to get to their works, students either bouncing with joy to be back to school again or the ones that cat walked, dragging their
I know what you did.The bold typed words were staring back at her from the screen of her laptop as they have been in the last five minutes. She hadn't moved since she opened the email from an unknown address.I know what you did.
The email was from the same address, '7ight'. It readNice outfit.He had seen her. How? Where?Was he the