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 this mean I'm aroused? Is this the feeling I watch on TV?Of course not! I can't be aroused when I've not been stimulated. I read this in books, you need stimulations for arousals."What if I've been stimu..." I couldn't complete the sentence for fear of actually having done it. That explains my nakedness.I tried to lift my legs and my pussy twitched with wanting."oh..mhm," I moaned against my wish.This has to stop, masturbating was never my thing and I can't start now. Whoever left me unsatisfied was wicked.What the Fuck? Am I being silly right now? This should never have happened in the first place. I shouldn't have been so carefree, what if I become pregnant? did he not use protection?No, it can't be. I tried not to imagine the worst.Were those sweet experiences real? Did they fucking happen? How could I have been so clumsy?I covered myself with the sheets in shame, trying hard not to shed tears. What on earth have I gotten myself into?I only remember drinking due to anger and that mean guy willingly helping me out. I wanted to say goodbye to Emma, did he take advantage of me?Fuck that bastard! I knew he couldn't be trusted. He knew I wasn't in my right mind, yet he did this to me.But you enjoyed it! my inner mind shouted somewhere in my head.Still it shouldn't have happened. Can't believe I lost my virginity to a stranger."don't cry Kiara, he doesn't deserve it." I consoled myself even when my heart was bleeding.I wiped my tears slowly and paused abruptly as the possibility of the impossible actually becoming a reality struck me like thunder. My face was bare, exposed!"No, no..." I chuckle, "it can't be. He couldn't have seen my face." I doubted, forcing myself to be optimistic.you can't lie to yourself. I'm doomed.I failed at everything. The most important rule of my life, I had broken. "Keep your identity a secret, and don't step outside the house,"If Eric finds out, I'm a dead meat.Most importantly, I broke the rule I gave myself, to keep my virginity till I find someone worthy. But what did I do? I gave myself to a lousy pervert!Last night was the greatest mistake of my life. I have no one to blame but me, coming to the club was a mistake, one that could affect me in the near future.I should have just gone home. Speaking of home, what am I still doing here?In my miserable state of lamentations, I didn't realize I would be in a much bigger trouble in the next few hours if I don't get home now.I glanced at the clock and almost fainted, only to jerk off the bed and pick up my rumpled clothes.This is all a mess. My life is a mess!How could I have forgotten I was supposed to be home by now? It's been hours already and Eric was on his way back, luckily, I still had an hour.I quickly put on those skimpy clothes which I luckily found on the floor. Not thinking of a short bath or makeup, I zoomed out of the room. After all, desperate times call for desperate measures!I can't waste the little time I have in a bathtub or even with making up. Right now, every second counts. I suddenly wished I had wings and could fly or better still, teleport myself.I walked into the dressing room after inspecting the hall thoroughly to be sure no one saw me leaving the VIP room, else that would be double trouble. I might lose my dignity as well and become a subject of rumor which definitely would lead to my name spreading across the club thereby exposing the little identity I had remaining to protect.I don't want to appear on social media either because some desperate reporters do come to clubs, not for fun but for news. I'd just hang myself and forget about going home if that ever happens.I entered the room and smiled with a prayer. It was empty like yesterday morning and other days as usual. I guess they were off for practice.I didn't get to say goodbye to Emma as I didn't get the chance. Also, looking for her would mean wasting the little time I had left, as each ticking sound of the clock reminded me that punishment awaits if I return late. A huge punishment.The last time I broke a rule, the outcome was unspeakable. I had to watch him kill someone and that too, a new friend I made at home.No friends!That's why I have to forget Emma because I don't want to lose her as well."For survival you have to stand strong, swallow your pride and do the needful. Enemies are everywhere and I don't mind killing your friends to fish them out. Friends make you weak and lose focus. They make you dependent and slow-witted. Is that how you plan to take your revenge? By displaying weakness. Kill your friend if need be. To be on the safe side, have no friends!" Eric's daily preaching attacked my brain again.You know, for years I've believed him. But after meeting Emma, even if it's just for a few days, I've come to cherish her and she doesn't make me weak but rather, I try the craziest things because of her. Like wearing a skimpy dress to a club. Something I would never do.I should explore as well, don't you think? I'm going to become Rapunzel again once I get home and trust me, I might never see the sunlight again.Not that I was mistreated. In fact, I receive special treatments, good meals, enough clothes, exercise and the rest, you name it. I was just deprived of communication and movement, because Eric believes once my identity is known, I would die and as well put him and his Mafia gang in danger. So he makes sure I'm protected. You can call me a blessed prisoner.But what did I do in return? I slept with a stranger who probably must have seen my face. Thank goodness he doesn't know my name but the billionaire did look dangerous. I hope I never run into him again. I wouldn't even know because I didn't even get a glimpse of what he resembled, so how was I going to avoid him? That's going to be difficult and I knew that.It's impossible for us to meet again! The world isn't small, we can never see each other again. If he goes left, I go right. That's how my God is going to do it for me.I quickly change into a simple dress, I should at least look decent on my way home. I grabbed my waiting bags and fled.My heart was palpitating rapidly and one more mistake, it’d drop to my belly…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
Lucas's pov:I entered the huge library, carefully decorated with high shelves, each carrying a specific quantity of books all arranged accordingly. The room was quite spacious, rolls of bookshelves meeting the wall edges. I walked straight to an enclosed space, lifting a book from a shelf by my left, I took out a key underneath it. The key was meant for my study room located inside the enclosed door. Twisting the keyhole cautiously, a slight sound was created and I pulled the door open from outside.I walked in, removing my hoodie and placing it on the arm chair. I drew the high curtains apart, pinging each on their holders and a beautiful sunset adorned the little room. Perfect.This was my favorite place in the entire mansion. No one else was allowed inside and no one had access to it.Looking down on the books on my desk, I picked them up one by one, either turning a page or two and deciding whether to discard them or not. 'Not everything in the Mafia is illegal....And not eve
Kiara's pov:The next day, breakfast wasn't anything out of the ordinary as I was yet to receive the best news ever. I sat opposite Eric, observing patiently as the head cook served the dishes diligently.She wouldn't dare to make a tiny mistake as not only her job was at stake but her life included. Eric treats servants like trash, like a bunch of useless garbage destined to be discarded anytime.The round table clothed in brown linen was filled with different varieties of meal courses.I grabbed a fork, carefully cleaning it with a white napkin beside it. Slicing the warm omelet into half, I chewed with eyes closed allowing its tenderness to bless my buccal cavity.A cold silence engulfed the dining area, with only I and Eric present, each doing justice to the meals served. I chewed silently, avoiding eye contact with the stern man at the other side of the table. Meals with Eric were always boring. No unnecessary convos and strict table manners.My heart skipped as Eric suddenly cl