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"There is nothing to talk about," I stated. Cole looked at his feet and then back at me. "I'm sorry about the other day and for everything." "Well, the asshole knows how to apologize. Congratulations, you want a freaking cookie?" Cole huffed. "I was blindsided when my mom asked me to come to dinner. I thought they were trying to get us to work things out, but they told me about their relationship, which they had been hiding from me too." He rubbed his hand over his face. "But makes sense after your mom died. Your dad was very alone and lost until my mom came along." "Are you done?" I said with annoyance. I only came here to tell you your dad is miserable without you and you should talk to him. Give their love a chance. I've seen it, and it's real." Cole explained, and I felt guilty for not thinking of my father's happiness. Footsteps came from behind me. "Who the hell are you?" Luka glared at Cole. I rolled my eyes. "He's leaving." Cole looked between the two of us. "Yeah, wel
*Warning Graphic Content* It's the last day of senior year, and I spend the day with my friends Camari and Brinley, cleaning out the last of our things. Today is also my eighteenth birthday, and we have plans to hit up a popular nightclub with our fake IDs. "So Bristol, how are things with Cole?" I glanced at Brinley while pulling my books out and shrugged. "I don't know at this point. He keeps pressuring me, and I'm just not ready." "Oh, come on, Bristol, it's just sex." Camari butted in. "Not to me. It's sacred." I replied, irritated. Camari rolled her eyes, going back to grab her things. Since elementary school, Brinley has been my friend, and Camari started at our school in ninth grade, so she doesn't understand my reasons for waiting. "Camari, don't act like that. It's her choice. Some of us aren't sluts." Brinley said, irritated. "Whatever, I'll see you guys tonight. I have to
I rushed out of the club, bypassing my friends. "Bristol? Where are you going?" Brinley shouted over the music, but I ignored her as I kept running. Going straight to my house, taking the stairs two at a time. In my dad's room, I glance around, looking for his safe. Fining it in the closet behind his hung clothes. As I approached the safe, I kneeled. Trying several codes, but they are all wrong until I punched in today's date, realizing he used my birthday. Ring... Ring... Ring. My phone blared, and I swiped it to answer. "Hello?" I spoke. "Where did you go?" I've been texting you non-stop," Brinley said, worried. "I'm sorry something came up," I explained. "What's wrong?" Brinley questioned. Not wanting to involve my best friend, I avoided the question. "Nothing, I have to go." and I hung up the phone without another word. After opening the safe, there was a stack of cash and some jewelry. I grabbed it
Unable to comprehend what this man is saying, I can only stare at him, baffled. "What does that even mean?" I asked. The man lifted a brow. "Exactly the way it sounds." My heart raced in my chest. Was this man saying he wanted me and not the money? But for what? "No, absolutely not!" My father chimed in. "Shoot me. I know precisely how your girls turn out. They all end up pregnant and spend the rest of their lives as mob wives." He said, shaking his head in refusal. My eyes grew wide. "If you don't shut up, I'm going to shoot you and still keep her." The tattooed man proclaimed in a deep voice. "What exactly does this entail?" I asked hesitantly. "What do you want me for?" I added. "Bristol, don't do this." My father pleaded with me. "I SAID SHUT THE FUCK UP!" The man sent a right hook to my father's head, knocking him out of the chair. "DADDY!" I screamed
I slowly faced Brinley. "What are you doing here?"Brinley's expression was full of disappointment. "I could ask you the same thing."I came around the bar, pulling her away towards the dance floor. "You need to leave. It's not safe here. Please, just trust me," I said, placing my hands on her shoulders."I don't understand," she expressed, confused."Hello, ladies," Alek said as he approached, and my heart sank into the pit of my stomach."Um, next time, don't be afraid to ask. That's what I'm here for." I played it off, hoping he wouldn't find out Brinley was my best friend."What the hell are you talking about, Bristol?" Brinley asked, looking at me as if I'd gone crazy.All my efforts at trying to save everyone from this man weren't working. They just kept showing up. Who would be next?"Who are you?" Alek asked, glancing at my friend.Brinley cocked her head, try
At the mansion, I follow Alek through the halls, demanding he talk to me. "Alek, please don't force me to stay here." He only glances over at me. Annoyed, I keep talking, hoping it will get him to give me some answers. "I don't see what the problem is if the men look at me? That's what you made the deal for, right? So I can help your club make money?"Alek stood from the couch quickly, making me flinch. "You do not know why I made the deal.""No, I don't. That's why I'm asking." I replied in a sarcastic tone.Alek came towards me, gripping my hair, pulling my head back, exposing my neck. His lips grazed my skin, and electricity surged through me. Something I never felt before. I closed my eyes, taking in this moment to the fullest, and for the first time, my core was wet from his touch. I felt guilty for liking it. Alek's scent engulfed my senses, encouraging my arousal further. With my eyes closed, not realizing I let my mouth part from pleasure, a
After the mafia doctor took Alek back to the examination room, the thought of running crossed my mind. I saved him. Maybe he wouldn't come after me.I sat in the front room of this tiny house, which I'm guessing, was just for these purposes. My leg bouncing anxiously as I bit my nails, trying to figure out what I should do.Would he kill my father? Would he kill us both? Or worse, would he kill everyone I've ever loved and leave me alone for the rest of my life? All these thoughts coursed through my brain."Hey, he wants to see you."I glanced up to the doctor who stood in the doorway, then stood walking towards him. "How long have you been the doctor for his mafia?" I questioned."We grew up together. I only chose a different path." He answered.I shook my head, disappointed. "Not really. They still involve you in their lies and murderous ways." I retorted.The doctor only l
A WEEK LATER...I have been in this freaking mansion for a week, and I would literally do anything just to work at the club to get the hell out of here, but since I won't even speak to Alek, there's no way he will let me. Plus, he's afraid I’ll run.I stood from the bed and went down to the kitchen. To my surprise, Alek is here instead of his new goon to watch me. And by the way, he was almost as much of an asshole as Damon was.Alek glanced up from whatever he was writing, and his eyes followed me across the kitchen. I glared in his direction, then rolled my eyes.My outfit of choice was an oversized sweater that slumped off my shoulder. And I completely forgot to put on shorts because I thought Alek would have left already.I bent down awkwardly, trying to grab the juice.“Why the hell are you bending like that?” Alek starred, confused. “Are you broken?”