Broken By The Billionaire Mafia
(chapter three)
Jessica Martin's Pov
I gulped a shot and thumped the glass to the table.
"One more!"
The bar attendant nodded and turned alcohol into a shot glass and handed it over as I swiftly gulped on the hot liquid till the last drop.
I have been here for the past twenty minutes and no sign of Belle I tried reaching her but the line was unavailable she might be caught up in traffic and the network got the better of the situation all I have to do is wait but not without catering to the burns in my heart and that needed a little drink, or let's say a lot of drinks because I was ready to drink the entire bar.
I wanted something to knock me off so I won't be in this pain, and sorrow somewhere far from cheating fiance's and traumas that have formed a shadow over my shoulder. It has been three years since the day I lost my twin brother and parents.
They were gunned down by assassins in our multi-billion mansion and there was no trace of the bloody culprits.
A lone tear slid down my cheek. It was a Friday evening and Belle had been pressuring me to attend a party so I sneaked out with hopes I'd be back before my parents came back from their trip.
The party went far into the night and I got drunk which wasn't advisable to drive so I spent the night at Belle's only for me to get back home and see my family lying in a pool of their blood.
"Shit!" The image flashed through my mind's eyes and I gritted my teeth angrily. Standing on their graves the rainy morning they were buried dressed in all black with revenge etched on my face. I swore to bring my family's killer to book. They'll pay for everything they put me through.
I lost a mother, father, and twin in one awful night.
"One more!" I ordered and reached for my purse dropping a wad of dollar notes and watched the male attendant eyes lit up greedily as he grabbed the notes and tucked them into his pockets.
He quickly pours me a shot and tries to hand it over when a hairy strong-arm obstructs and with just his presence had the bar attendant shaking in fear.
His back was pressed towards me while he faced the attendant, the only thing I could make out was he was blonde and wore a black shirt and jeans and his long arms were covered in dark art tattoos.
"Enough she has drank more than necessary."
What! How dare he tell me what to do?
"Hello, mister whoever you're better shove that into your black pants because I won't take such insolence." I bark.
The alcohol was doing things to me, making me bolder and growing balls.
"Are you talking to me, Miss?" He turns to face me and oh my god! I slipped from the seat to the floor and quickly shut my eyes awaiting to crash when strong steady hands gripped my waist and slammed me to its masculine chest electricity jolts through me with our body pressed together.
The man must be a lover of apple-scented products and his was mixed with cigar smoke because the scent whipped my nostril and unashamedly I buried my nose willing to get more of that addictive and pleasurable scent that made my skin tingle.
"Are you okay?" His voice jolts me out of my daydream as my eyes flutter open to see it's the guy earlier who stopped me from drinking.
"Did you save me?"
"You aren't just a bad drunk but pretty dumb too." He pinched the side of my rib, and I bit my lower lip. Our proximity had me accessing his features. He had a strong broad shoulder, hard jawline, dark eyebrows, sea blue eyes, the bluest eyes I've ever seen, thin lips, shiny blonde hair, and a piercing ring at his lower lip.
Pierced men was a total turn off for me but this made him sexier and yummy.
What would kissing him feel like? Does he taste real good like apples or cigars or a mix of both? I could smell fresh cigar smoke from him, not the displeasing type but a pleasing smell that had me feeling horny and turned on by him.
"Stop staring peasant I won't fuck you." He smirks showing his sets of perfect white teeth. He wasn't just a handsome young man, he was a cocky asshole too aware of his male beauty.
He turned me on at the same time and turned me the fuck off like I'm a goddamn switch. He was controlling my feelings and I hated to give anyone power over me.
I pulled away from him and gave him some metres before turning to face the bar attendant. "I've paid for what I ordered, give me one last glass before I leave and you can keep the change." I slurred tiredly.
My eyes were blurry and I could barely stand on my feet but I was trying to keep up.
"I'm sorry ma'am but I can't." He shakes his head negatively and faces the other customers pouring alcoholic beverages into their shots.
"Why can't you?" I knew the reason but I wanted to hear him say it.
"You can take your money elsewhere and get another drink but I'm not getting you a drink." He answered without casting me a glance and I grew petrified with him, the shot and the fucktard metres away from me.
"Fuck you asshole! Your bar is trash anyway." I grabbed my keys from the table and stormed off but before I could get to the exit the stranger blocked my path and snaked his hands around my waist making goosebumps spread across my skin.
What. The. Fuck.
He leaned closer so his lips were just an inch to my earlobe. We were breathing in each other's air as our breathing turned labored and intense. His broad shoulder descended and ascended in rhythm and my eyes caught his hairy chest with a few of his shirt buttons left undone flexing his toned stomach.
My nipples hardened in my bra, they turned rock hard and I was barely stopping myself from touching them to make the aches go away.
Did he feel the same way I felt?
"This is not the condition to drive. I can drive you home." He says seductively and for a minute I was dazed but shook it off.
"Hahahaha... This isn't a movie or one of those stupid novels. Get your head out of your ass and get lost. I don't need your help and never will!" I snarled and fought his hands off and hurried to where my car was parked with wobbly legs.
I've never drank this much since I lost my family and to be frank the alcohol was too strong to what my drinking ability could take.
I felt a knot in my stomach ready to spill everything but I held them back in and slipped to the driver's seat. My hands unzipped my bag and brought out the keys with trembling hands and my vision worsened so I couldn't see anything, not the car's steering or the keys.
I blanked out.
Broken By the Billionaire Mafia Chapter Four Jessica's POV My head felt foggy like an internal battle with swords, dragons, and horses. Extreme lighting peeked into my eyes and I winced before slowly opening my eyes and a different view serenades. Did I die and go to heaven? The room wasn't far from an exotic bedroom that cost a huge buck, from the huge bed to the glassy walls in those high budget movies and the walls were artistically painted. It was extremely furnished, something I'd love. How did I get here? The last thing I remembered was my conscious shutting down. "Do you like the room?" A voice breaks me from my thoughts as I jerked and turn to face the door and my breath hitched. What was he doing here? It was the stranger from last night with shiny blonde hair and if I thought he was cute last night he was way cuter this morning. His features shone brightly and I kind of felt insecure why he'll look so good giving me a run for
Broken by the Billionaire Mafia Chapter Five Kessler Blackwell's Pov Sapphire orbs that could hold anyone spellbound and incite a hunger without getting enough. Lush rosy lips that didn't need the help of lipstick, if most women had that they wouldn't be in need of cosmetics. Rich deep Auburn hair with full curls that flowed dangerously from the base of her head to the waist down. Jessica Martin was perfection, she was no different from an angelic beauty. I watched how the locs bounced as she sat with her left hand placed on her thigh downing her shots. My gaze didn't waver not for a minute too afraid she might disappear if I looked elsewhere or the least distracted. And I stepped in when I noticed she was fat drunk and that wasn't what I wanted. I needed her to be conscious when she saw me or we spoke, she was one prey I won't let go of. I made my way to the bar counter with ferocious eyes. "Enough. She has drank more than necessary."
Broken by the Billionaire Mafia Chapter Six Jessica Martin's POV The chauffeur drives into the Martin's Mansion and turns off the ignition of the limousine. The driver slid out of the front seat hurriedly and opened the car doors. "Welcome back ma'am." Despite my warnings on not getting the door for me and the ma'am treatment, he was always keeping to his job. "Thanks, Philip." I took my bag and got into the building, joggling to the stairs and with a tired face. The day at the office was extremely busy and I had no time to have lunch apart from the heavy breakfast the stranger served. The thought of him had a pit forming in my stomach as a rush of excitement flowed in me making my panties moist from just thinking about him. "Why does he look so perfect?" I asked myself pushing the door open and turning my bedroom lights on, it was a spacious room with a huge shelf filled with books, a coffee table at the middle with two brown wooden chairs, Artifac
BROKEN ANGEL Chapter Seven Jessica Martin's POV Two weeks to that day he drove me home. We didn't see each other again because I kept turning him down so we just talked on the phone and he loved to text a lot. I would be blushing and texting him back during board meetings, you can't blame me he has a sugar-coated tongue that drives me insane. "Don't tell me you're smiling to yourself and checking your phone every second." Belle boomed into my ears as I lay in bed. She came around the house this weekend and needed something to wear so I let her borrow and not only that Kessler wants me to visit his home. He claimed he missed me and wanted us to talk. He's a great guy and a hard working businessman but it's so sudden getting into a relationship so soon, he likes me and I can't be certain if I like him back or confused because he's showing interest in me. The only man in years to persistently run after me despite how much I told him I wasn't
Broken by the Billionaire Mafia Chapter Eight Jessica Martin's POV "Don't tell me you ruined that perfect moment." Belle whines. "Don't make me feel bad for telling you my secrets." It has been a month to that day and it never left my head. Kessler called and sent a dozen messages pleading and begging but I never replied to them and with strict instructions to my security to not let him in. I did miss him a lot. I touched myself numerous times thinking of him and that's something I've never done masturbating with a picture of a man in mind. "Are you listening? I'll chew your deaf ears!" Belle tries to attempt and earns a knock from me on her head as she rubs the spot slowly. "What were you saying?" "Go back and put your shit together. That guy likes you so much but your insecurities are ruining everything!" She exclaims. "What should I do?" "Go see him and apologise and this time don't freak out when he tries to be i
Broken by the Billionaire Mafia Jessica's POV “Nah you made that shit up… like what? Are you kidding?” Belle sips her drink while she chuckles softly. We were seated at one of our favourite joints sipping on our glasses. It's been one week since I accepted Kessler's proposal to be his girl. I never had a reason to regret saying yes to him. He frequents my office with flowers, he calls every three hours and even came over the office to take me home which I declined. He needs a break from doing that. He has a business or a job so he shouldn't get distracted because of love. That reminds me I never asked him what he does for a living. Not that I care about his wealth. I'm doing well for myself but to be sure so I can proudly lay claim to his source of income. “We have been friends for the longest time. Do you think I could make something as crazy as that? Then explain the diamond on my finger, or the hickeys…” I push my hair blocking my neck so
(Two days later) “Kessler you don't have to go through the stress of getting me a dinner date outfit. I have lots and lots of them which I don't wear or remember what they look like. I can go home and pick something for the occasion.” I groaned. Kessler made it known that he wants to see my family, the only surviving family of my father. Which is my uncle. He spoke to my uncle and he agreed. And fixed the meeting for later tonight. A holiday. Kessler seemed overjoyed like he was already given the permission to court me but I know it's a step to those things. He wanted to make things official not just to my family but to the world to announce our love loud and clear. A feeling of pride swelled inside of me and I haven't been more happier. Finally a time to think towards putting me first and thinking about the family that I was going to create. “Thank you Kessler. ” I beamed. He took me round the fashion store. We bought fancy dresses, shoes and a matching purse.
Broken by the Billionaire Mafia Jessica's POV Kessler's sister- Anna is a really good kid. I shuffle from my home to his most work and weekends and by doing so it has shaped me to loosen up in most areas of my life. “Aunt Jessica can we go now?” She says almost out of breath running down the stairs. We have to make it in time for my cake testing. Yes, my wedding cake testing. My uncle disapproved of my relationship to any male specie that wasn't Samuel the cheat. How could he be inhumane? He knows too well the pain and misery that hellish union would cost me but he cares less. Money has gotten a hold of his conscience, he can trade it for anything. The meeting might not have gone well like I thought of my uncle accepting Kessler for my happiness but the highlight of the dinner meeting was Kessler standing up to my dictatorial Uncle. It felt so pure to watch him defend me like his life depends on it. The bitchy part of me thought it would break out in