Third Person POV.Pains were all Peter felt sitting on the chair he was bound to. It had been two monthsif not more since David had held him hostage. To say he was already tired was an understatement. Peter wanted out. He had served as Andrei’s punching bag and David’s as well. The men had vented and wanted a video that was nonexistent. He chuckled lightly at the thought that David and Andrei were fools dancing to the tune of music he had played forthem. That was it really, because if not both men would have known he was only lying. Thathe framed that video shit to get them scared and they fell for it. Peter never knew he was that smart, yeah but what happened had confirmed that. “Bastards.”He swore under his breath, and a dark chuckle vibrated from his lips. Yeah, Peter had agreed he was smart but unfortunately, his smartness hadn’t gotten him out of this hellhole and every blood in his body was screaming to be let the hell out. If he checked properly, he hadn’t eaten for
107. Third Person POV. The sounds of glass shattering reverberated around the room Anton was in and a wail escaped his lips. It wasn't a wail of pain but rather frustration. Two months or more had passed and Peter hadn't brought their bride home. He was a fucking pussy! Anton growled under his breath. They sent Peter on a mission and he thought he would escape them, he was done for. Anton swore under his harsh breath that Peter would regret his actions. No one had ever escaped from the clutches of the mafia twins. So Peter was a fool if he thought it was possible to run from them. Anton was vibrating, seething in anger as he put the room in disarray, throwing things across the wall. Blood filled his vision, and marred his rational thoughts because…the Red Kings had hurt his brother. Yesterday in the club there had been a crossfire. The Red Kings believed the twins had gotten Vera and hid her because their hunting for her was fruitless. In retaliation, they stormed the twi
108. Vera's POV. Yup! It's the D-day.Today's 'Tell With Your Body' show and as I step into Days Dreams, I see everywhere teeming with population. The models that had been on a leave of absence are all here. All the walkways and practice rooms are filled with dins of conversation and laughter. The decorators are busy in the ballroom, adorning everywhere with flowers, ribbons, and whatever else that could make the place bright and beautiful. Bruce stood by Deen's side as he dished instructions on where he wanted each of the tables and chairs. In the center of the ballroom stood the stage where the models would parade on with each designer's dresses. I feel the ripple of tension and it takes me a while to realize it's coming from me. Be calm, I tell my beating heart and take in a breath. After I regain my peace, I reach over the table and grab my steaming cup of latte. I take a slug and wet my dry throat with the latte. Then I focus back on my cellphone, chatting with Sage.
109. David's POV. Spending straight seven hours at the office attending to meetings and emails killed me, especially when I needed to be there for Vera's show. She invited me respectfully and I couldn't bring myself not to be there. I had to hurry up the meetings we had with the board. I'm sure most of them thought my tail was fire with how haste I was acting. When we finished that, I rushed to my office where I busied myself with emails. When a knock disrupted my moment of quiet, I grumbled and permitted the person in. "Sir, these are more reports from the marketing…" Charlie rattled on but I cut him off. "Charlie, look into the reports yourself and tell me the progress," I ordered. I didn't bother to look up at him and read his expression, only getting the shits done nibbled at me. In between though, the urge to hear my princess's voice over came to me and I put her on call. She sounded quite pensive and I worried something might have happened. However, she admitted to non
110. Vera's POV. I wake up with a wince leaving my lips and then searing pains shooting through my body. I pause slightly, wanting to understand where the pain is coming from, and then like a train on speed, the memories hit me. I start dry heaving as I remember how I left David in the restroom…How I met Claire in the hallway glaring at me. How she called me a bitch and I scowled. Then, how I was heading back to the practice room when I saw someone running away from me. "Who are you?" I had barked, chasing after that person but I couldn't see his face. I wondered what the person must have stolen but it was only when I was on the stage that I realized what they had done. My heels broke, and that reminds me now that…I must have broken my ankle. Out of fear, I screamed, bashing my eyes open only to feel a pair of hands grip me. "Calm down, Vera. I'm here…" Wildly, I roamed my gaze from the ceiling and then to David. "You're here?" I asked, feeling the fear leaving my body.
111. Vera's POV. I've never been to a place this quiet and beautiful. For all I know, New York is always buzzing with activities, filled with throngs of people but here on Mason Island, it's peaceful. The small community is very welcoming. I love experiencing new cultures and that's another reason I fell in love with the place when we arrived here a week ago. David and I blended along with the people. Just yesterday, they held what they called a festival of lights, and the whole street was filled with lanterns. David and I joined the others at the beach where we lighted our lanterns and watched it fly in the air. I've always watched stuff like that on TV and read them in books but I've never experienced it until yesterday. I had smiles all over my face until I went to bed. Seriously, I'm enjoying this vacation, even though my wounds kinda hinder me from exploring more than I am now. As David promised before we came here, he flies the orthopedic doctor into the Island every d
112. David's POV. I've always wanted to do this. I've always wanted another man to watch me while I do dirty, naughty things to Vera. It's has been my fantasy and now, this minute it's happening. This had been my ritual when I was dating Helen back at college. No single day we had sex passed without us having someone that'll watch us. Fuck, I want someone to know just how much I pleasure my woman. That's why I did it then. That's why I'm doing it now. I wriggle Vera gently on my thighs while I sit back on the couch. I grab her legs, flanking them at my sides, making sure that sexy pussy of hers is in Nathan's full view. At that moment, her musky scent wafts through the air and I inhale it. My cock is hard, harder than ever and I know why. Someone is about to watch us. I lean forward, my chest touching Vera's naked back. I slip my tongue out and slide it over the sensitive spot beneath her ear and she sighs, shivering. I enclose her earlobe with my mouth and bite a lit
113. David's POV. God, Mr. Oliver really is insufferable and quite demanding. It's been four weeks since Vera, Nathan and I returned from Mason Island. Hell, I planned to spend a longer time there with my angel but Mr. Oliver decided to butt in at that moment. Not that I'm complaining much, 'cause this meeting I'm having with him is channeled for one thing, and that is acquiring that Shell company from him as I desired. Well, the man is cooperating now, telling me all the shits I needed to know about the shell company and the several accounts that run under it. Big businessmen have stashed their money away there, once I take control of the company, it'll triple my finances. Literally, I'll climb the top ladder of the biggest mogul in the world, that is if I combine my wealth with the ones I'll make from the shell company. Aside from that though, the charity organization I'm handling will grow bigger, and its work will reach southern countries. That's one of my goals. I'm glad