Claire’s POV.“Mommy!” Isabel’s tiny hand raps over my door, over and over again. What does she want?“Mommy, Mommy,” Her voice comes again, with a higher pitch, causing my irritation to rise more.I’ve been angry since this evening and I don’t want that daughter of mine to add to it.Gosh!I toss around under my blanket as Isabel’s knock on my door goes off again.“Dammit!” I curse, propping up from the bed and letting my eyes wander around the dark room to the door. “Such an annoying child!” I spit with venom and toss the duvet aside.I pad down the floor, heading over to the door. Swinging it open, I gaze down only to see the replica of my ex-husband, making my eyes burn with hatred.“Isabel, what’s all this about? So, I can’t rest because we want to see me?” I bark at her, seething.I regretted my marriage with my ex-husband and all the hatred I had for him got transferred to Isabel because I never wanted a child with him.I took every possible contraceptive but this girl refuse
Vera’s POV.Gosh, what did I just hear? My heart hammers against my ears as I reel in the words Claire just said.They’re an item now? I ponder on it and I feel myself hurting. I shouldn’t be hurt but I can’t help it.Does David love her? David accepted to date her?The weight of the words made me fall so embarrassingly, my face reddened.“Kid, are you okay?” David rushes to my side to help me up but I’m too wounded inside to feel anything.With his help and Andrei’s who I wasn’t even sure about when he ran to my side, I rose to my feet again.My throat clogs just as my heart. I find it hard to speak, much less gaze into their eyes.“I’m sorry for the interruption…” I mutter and run back inside.My heart is heavy.My breath is labored.My movements are faltering…it takes everything in me not to cave.Claire’s really beating me in this cold war.But hers is better, she’s just the perfect woman for a man like David but I’m in no way near perfect for him.I am his foster daughter.I ru
Vera’s POV.My words almost faltered as David stood before me, glowering. But I refuse to let his big body or annoyance make me deter.The muscle in his jaw ticks as he locks eyes with me.As if we’re not close enough, David enters deeper into my space, towering over me.Fuck, my heart is pounding. I can’t breathe properly with him close to me like this.I can practically smell his fine scent, woodsy and manly. The scent of alcohol lingers under his breath too.God, those lips of his are luring me, making me want to taste them.Oh shit!With a curse, I pull my thighs together, feeling the instant throb going off in my nether parts.What is he doing to me? I almost cry but I hold it back.He's not touched me yet, but everything that makes me a woman starting from my nipples, belly butterflies, and my pussy are jolting awake in need.I take a swallow of my saliva and steel my gaze while I watch him.Seems like the ideas don’t sit well with him.“With or without your permission, I’m lea
David’s POV.This morning has been crazy. I’ve been in about three meetings now with my employees and associates. Mr. Ral, one of my partners just flew in from Arizona and was presenting new deals I can’t resist.Oh, we’ve been at it for hours now as he spills on and on about the potential billions we'll make if partner together and run the new business.“My God, Ral. This seems promising.” I say to him, running my eyes over the piles of files on my desk which Ral brought with him.“Told you so.” He chirps now leaning back against his seat to glare at me.I take in a single breath, considering the options.The deal is really attractive, and worthy of a trial. It just reminds me of my meeting with Mr. Oliver yesterday. It came so suddenly but it was a success, except for Claire’s pestering behavior.I don’t fucking know why the woman is giving her father ideas about us. I don’t want to ruin my relationship with Mr. Oliver, at all.I’m glad though that the old man is willing to give m
Vera’s POV.The moment David left this morning, I started packing my remaining clothes of mine. I didn’t even allow Irene into my room so she wouldn’t discourage me and make me stay back.It’s time I take charge of my life and build myself.I took my bath and fixed on my dress. A black leather trousers and a turtleneck shirt and boots.I tied my hair in a ponytail and glammed my face with little makeup. Then with a little bit of difficulty, I started pushing my bags outside.I have plans now. The modeling agency will call me for an audition and I told Sage to help me find a realtor who would get an apartment for me.So for now, I’ll be staying in a motel while preparing for the modeling audition. The creak of my bags as I dragged them over the floor attracted Irene’s attention and she came hurtling forward with wrinkled brows.“Vera…?” She stalls a bit, looking around as I drop the bag by the exit and hurry back to my room to gather the remaining ones.While climbing down the stair
Third-person POV.“Dammit!” Peter let out a curse into the silent room in the unknown destination he was in. He doesn’t know how long he has been here but he can’t stay no longer.Peter wanted to complete his mission but fuck, these men were standing in his way.Just some time ago he had landed in the States, reeling with the hope of achieving his goals and gaining his freedom.But now he was even in more problem. Peter gazed at the door, yearning to move up from his tied position and over to the door. He yearned to tug the door open and flee. Capture his unwanted daughter and hand her over to the mafia brothers.The thought of Alexei and Anton made bile rise in Peter’s throat. He failed the twins despite their warnings. He fucking messed up.If Peter had known that David would catch him he wouldn’t have gone to that bar.But then again, David might have caught him even if he didn’t go there…Peter scrunched his face as he thought about what happened that night. He was convinced then
Third Person POV. A short weary laugh escaped Peter’s lips. He gazed up at Andrei, coughing blood. Already Peter’s face had swelled up, credit to Andrei’s blows and punches.Just beneath the laugh escaping Peter’s lips was hatred. He hated Andrei. David. And whoever else was on his way to freedom.Getting his life roped up in the mafia’s hands wasn’t what he bargained for, but Peter was willing to fight for his freedom.He was but a slave to the mafia. Not even a ranking Byki. Just a slave. And he was tired of being that shitty thing.At least, back when he was in New York he had a good job. A good girlfriend and he was on the verge of being a father to the child he wanted not a child that came by happenstance.Only gambling ruined his life. Gambling brought him to the position he was in now. He wanted out. And the only means he could do that was to endure all the shits Andrei and David dished out.But while doing that he’d re-strategize. These men needed him alive, Peter concluded,
David’s POV.Thanks to Nathan I found out everything I should about Peter. It hurts like a bitch knowing everything about the trickster too late.If I had known about Peter right when he married my dead lover, Helen, I would have informed Helen’s father. I would have made it known he was being used but I didn’t.I just realized everything today and it fucking hurts like a bitch.I was moody in my office when Nathan came in. Of course, I knew he was there to bitch about me not meeting up at the Sex Dungeon which I promised to attend with him and Mr. Ral but he knew that moment that I wasn’t in the right mood.“What’s wrong, man? Anything happened?” Nathan had asked, propping up from the chair he sat on. I took a while to gaze up at him and said it all.I told him about Vera who wanted to pack out and how it scared me that the mafia might get her. Well, speaking of Vera, we’re considerably cool with each other since she packed out.It hasn’t been that long but Vee is already working tir