Lucas's pov:
I watched her pass across gently or rather carefully to sit on a couch. I see what she is doing and trust me, I can't help but chuckle. Seriously?She walked so carefully as though she was stiffening her hips from moving. Who does that? Was she afraid I might stare at her hips? Though I admit she was sexy and more attractive than my stripers on natural skin, I'm not a pervert!Or am I?I had my eyes glued on her against my wish, and couldn't take my eyes off her emerald colored iris.Damn! How can one have such beautiful eyes?Our eyes locked suddenly, I smirked though I felt my heart skip a beat or was I just noticing it now? she looked away with a shocked expression. I actually caught her staring or rather, we caught each other staring.But then, she was just inches away from me, so how can I not stare?five more steps and our body did collide.I decided to avert my gaze from her and focus on my money. After all, I paid for the striping service.The dancers were seductive, displaying their moves in an erotic manner. They swayed and twerked with hands gliding on their smooth skin slowly.I winked at them and they smiled. The bartender angel seemed to be enjoying the show as well. I liked it.Again, my focus diverted. Fuck! I was really trying hard not to drool but I found myself admiring her seating on that damn couch.Her appearance filled the couch with grace and for a moment, I wished I sat there... with her.She seemed lost in watching the show, I don't know why but I felt jealous. How can she act like I'm not here? Am I invisible or what? does she even realize it's my couch she's sitting on? damnit!"Hey, bar girl! get me a Red Zinfandels wine," I ordered her, she should at least do her job.Or maybe I just wanted her to notice me."huh?" she blinked as if a part of her memory was erased.Did she forget she was supposed to attend to my drinks and not drool over some stripper show?"I said get my drink," I pointed at a drink at the counter. I hate to repeat myself but I did it...for her. Cool right?"ohh, yes.... Let me get it," She rolled her eyes in my direction, nodding. That part of her memory seemed to be restored again.She murmured as she walked towards the counter in confusion.In a minute she stood in front of me, lowered herself and took out an opener inorder to serve the drink.I admit, I couldn't take my eyes off her body. This is the first time we've been so close so far and her scent was alluring. I just wanted her there, for some more time.I could feel my skin hairs raise as though an electric current was nearby. How was she doing this to me? my heart beat increased in split seconds and her sweet tantalizing scent blessed my nostrils.She was struggling to pop the wine, her hands were trembling and if care wasn't taken, the bottle could slip.Why was she shaking? Is she afraid of me? Do I scare her?Oh God! Why do I suddenly care how she feels? I shouldn't be feeling this.A bartender really? What bar girl doesn't know how to pop a drink?Except she isn't one."Let me have it. Just..get lost," I grabbed the bottle harshly and our fingers touched.I felt it. I don't know what it was but it sure was enough to give me an erection. Thank goodness she didn't notice. When did I become this weak?A single touch which off course happened by mistake and here I am wanting more. I wished to pull off that beautiful white mask, to see the face that gives me shivers and by the way, where did all these butterflies emerge from?I gazed into her eyes, she seemed paralyzed because she was just staring stupidly, but they were lovely. Stupidly Lovely.I don't like the rate of my heart beat right now. I shouldn't be feeling this sensation either."get lost!" I shouted and she jerked like a frightened squirrel . Her beautiful eyes turned pale and I knew I was harsh but I didn't care.She left the bottle in my hands and turned to leave. I watched her Walk away, obviously, she was angry. She sat inside the counter instead of her previous position. Am I difficult to tolerate?Again, It shouldn't matter.Finally, I could breathe again. It took everything in me not to lose control and Fuck her on the couch. Right here!I continued watching the show after pouring myself a glass but unfortunately, I wasn't focusing.From my side eyes, I stole glances at her. She wasn't focused on the show either, just punishing herself with alcohol.I should drink as well, that's the only way to forget all these. I must flush these butterflies away!~🌹~Kiara's pov:The show was really nice. As I watched the girls perform, I suddenly wished I could dance too. They have such nice moves and Emma too was doing great, she must really love her work a lot.It took me a lot not to stand up and cheer them up with shouts and praises like they do in magic shows but that handsome perv by my side was always staring at me. What's with him?Suddenly, I hear his arrogant voice, "hey, bar girl! get me a Red Zinfandels drink,""huh?" he definitely can't be referring to me since I'm not a bar girl. And besides, there wasn't any bar girl here so who?"I said get my drink," he repeated with his eyes still on me and his fingers pointing somewhere. Does he think I'm deaf?I'm no bartender for crying out loud! This perv must be insa... wait a minute!How can I forget a lie that saved my ass? of course, it was me."ohh, yes.... Let me get it," I stuttered in regret, clinching my fist behind my back as I headed towards the direction of his finger.This is embarrassing. He must think I'm stupid.Fuck! Why is the wine not opening? Is the opener broken? Why does it have to be now? I just keep making myself look like a fool.He just glared like he would explode any moment if I don't pop his wine. He's unbelievable! can't he even help?Speaking of help, he grabbed the bottle unexpectedly and I felt this undefinable spark when I felt his fingers grease mine, "Let me have it. Just..get lost,"Unfortunately, I was trapped in his gaze and didn't hear him properly. The handsome face behind the black mask, I wanted to take it off, to admire his looks but I couldn't help but stare. I loved the way he looked at me, I couldn't define it but I was sure it wasn't with pity. His eyes were glinting and lively and his lips were perfect. And sexy.I must be insane."get lost!" His hoarse voice vibrated my ear drums and I returned to reality in seconds.Meanie handsome pervert!I angrily walked towards the counter. I really need a drink as well.Pouring out some liquor on my glass, I sighed."Just who does he think he is? shouting at me like that! Eric alone can squeeze his neck!" I mutter to myself.To be honest, Eric is a Mafia with no heart, therefore, slitting this perv's throat would be child's play. I've seen him blow heads off several times, and trust me, he's good at it. His best friend is his gun.My eyes drifted to him as I wondered about Eric's mercilessness, did he deserve that from him? I try to imagine his tearful face, just like the rest when a corked gun is pointed right to their brain. He'd whimper like a puppy.Better don't mess with me.He seems Rich. My subconscious mind reminds me.And so what if he has money? I'm rich as well. Just tolerating all these because of Emma. I shouldn't spoil her show because of some annoying pervert who doesn't seem to know his place.Yes, add annoying to his lists of names! Annoying meanie handsome pervert!I gulped down a whole bottle and brought another one. This is crazy, he's crazy.It's more weird that I feel butterflies for him. Fuck butterflies! they don't know when to arrive.No one has ever shouted at me like that, well apart from Eric but that only happens when I do something wrong. But him? gosh, I can't take it.Forget that he's handsome but his character is disgusting! I just can't wait to get out of here.I gulped more wine.I knew it! He definitely didn't look like someone to be pleased easily. Well, his bad 'cause I'm done trying! What the f..?Lucas's pov:Have you ever dreamt of being fucked? Perhaps a wet dream?I just had one.I lazily relaxed my head on a soft surface. It felt really comfortable like a bed, except it wasn't a bed.I could feel the warmness and softness as well, plus a person's warm breath on my head, fanning my neck.This can't be a pillow either. Pillows don't breathe.Her sweet intoxicating scent made me crave her more. I wanted to stay there for long, not wanting to wake up due to the pleasurable sensations I had felt and was in fact still poisoned with. The feeling of my cock in her made me explode in the world of erotism and I felt like I was being transported to heaven.Slowly, I lifted my lashes to meet a shocking surprise. I was actually lying in between her naked boobs and not pillows as I had dreamed.How come? What actually happened? Was all that nothing but a dream?I blinked severally within seconds to be sure it wasn't one of my wet imaginations. But it was real, her succulent rosy nipples
Kiara's pov:My eyes felt heavy as I tried opening them and I felt some strange pains all over me. A mixture of sweetness and wetness.Have I fallen sick? Why does my body feel heavy as if I performed some thorough job last night? I quickly arranged my hair in a bun as I tried sitting up.I felt my stomach churn and a slight pain down there, making a soft moan escape my lips.Why does it feel like my laps are burning? I felt this needy feeling against my wish.Taking my eyes toward my body, I gasped in shock. What am I doing in my birthday suit?Where are my clothes?I couldn't comprehend what was going on, I felt really confused and the strange responses my body was giving me made my heart skip.My boobs felt heavy and my nipples seemed more sensitive than ever. I grazed my tits in an attempt to inspect my nipples and check the reason for the sudden color, only to let out a soft moan.Surge of electrical current flowed down my spine at the contact and I shivered with a moan.Does thi
Lucas's pov:Everyone deserves a punishment and a reward as well. Depending on the path, you decide to track.For me, punishment is a must. Since life itself can't be so promising. Punishment or reward, life moves on and that's the most important course of living.Can't wait to get to the basement, my punishment arena.I entered the basement with a smile. I love punishing traitors. After all, I don't decide their fate, they choose to die the moment they conceive such evil thoughts of stabbing my back.She was tied up in an arm chair, her messy hair evidence that she'd receive much torture.Her skin was covered in blood and bruises as well. I like-, no loved the sight of it.Ray and my loyal men greeted me with a bow as they sensed my presence.Dorothy raised her weak head slowly, the blood dripping made it difficult to see the tears clouding her eyes.I sat on a stool in front of her, legs crossed, and admired her new look."Please spare me... I'm..so..rry," She stuttered. Her voice w
Kiara's pov:The lights went on before I could blink and I shuddered, letting my bags drop on the stair entrance.Fear.Amongst other feelings, fear gripped me the most as I stared at his domineering gaze, my heart now beating inside my stomach.His appearance was all black, a black long leather shirt that covered his legs but still exposed a little view of his Cameron shoe, a woolen scarf around his head, and cocaine between his fingers as his 60 years old eyes looked at me.A plain look, that contained everything evil. Mercilessness, cruelty, death, just anything that screamed danger.One thing about Eric which it's obvious no one else has noticed, was you could read his mind by mere looking at his eyes.And trust me, right now, I know I've broken a huge amount of trust he placed on me.Maybe I was being selfish after all. My little stupid act would have put us all in danger or maybe it already did.I looked around to see the guards as well, standing at attention with chests popped
I studied her eyes, desperately seeking solace in its warmness but I'm afraid it's gone as well. That was when I noticed, not only her smile was different. Her cheerful eyes were gone, blatantly replaced with a bloodshot gaze, laced with a tint of mockery. I wanted to doubt. Just for a moment, I so badly wanted to doubt the possibility of what I was thinking, to believe I've not been a fool all these while. But I couldn't. Because it was the truth. A painful truth my brain was calculating but my heart refused to accept. 'never make friends' 'friends make you weak and distracted' 'friends are like concealed poisons, choking you and depriving you of the little air left when you need them the most' 'friends are potential enemies…..' Eric's warnings bombarded my clouded mind, making me quiver as my eyes opened to the hurtful reality. Among other feelings, I was wholesomely disappointed. My initial fear just evaporated into thin air. I stared at Emma, as my tear hormones battled
Kiara's pov:Apparently, that blatant voice had unbelievably emerged from my tiny throat, leaving my larynx quiver with penitence afterwards.Eric scoffed, rubbing his palms together furiously. He turned to walk away or so I assumed, only to attack me with another slap, completely taking me off guard.I slumped, my soft butt kissing the hard floor. My nose bled from the galling effect and a little cut disgraced my lips.I didn't realize how many pounds of breath I struggled to contain. For a moment, I wasn't quite sure I understood anything, my mind completely went blank and I could only see dancing stars.I could feel my cheeks boil red as my face heated up. He lowered himself in front of me, using his hand to assault my jaws as he pulled my face upward to meet his fierce gaze."I warned you not to make friends," He began, "must you learn the hard way? Friends aren't special. I had to kill a so-called friend of mine because he stood in my way of success!"My eyes widened as his stat
Lucas's pov: She's definitely not fine. I could still remember vividly the words Doctor Kaine had muttered to my hearing. "Her cancer is at the most deadly stage, surgery would be risky but we will try our best," He had said with an assuring smile. But I just knew it, only a miracle would save her. Why do bad things happen to good guys? Does Mia really have to suffer? Why is life so unfair?! I just couldn't stop thinking. It's been fucking 2 months since Mia was diagnosed with ovarian cancer. It's still hard to believe she actually has that, I mean, how come I didn't notice? not even a symptom? argh! I felt helpless watching her lay unconscious on the sick bed, I couldn't do anything. Life was drifting slowly away from her as each day her face turned paler. Is this the feeling when you're so powerful and rich and yet can do nothing but watch the one you cherish die slowly? is this really it? But then, I've been such an idiot. I should have noticed right? If only I hadn't been
Lucas's pov: 2 days later… Early morning, 7:45am. I stood in front of my window, hands on the blinds, watching the little orchard garden binded by iron bars in the backyard. It was Mia's suggestion since she normally felt lonely not being able to work for the gang or at the office. The soft rain drizzled on the little branches making them wet. They were just like me, lonely. Even their gardener couldn't attend to them anymore. I felt pity for myself and them. 'When did you start getting attached to petty feelings?' My dad's voice resounded inside my ear's again. In as much as I hate to admit it, he was right. I might have to let go. "arghhhh!" I banged the window hard, feeling devastated. I should stay strong and cold-hearted. That's the only way I can survive the Mafia race. The door swung open. It was Ray, with that usual expression on his face. But I don't think it's about the noise just now, there was more, because he looked like he was going to cry if he hadn't been cryi