6. Levi Rutherford

Where should I hide? He’s everywhere, the more I think about him, the angrier I get. Now he’s browbeating me to become his sex partner.

I have forgotten about everything because he constantly plays on mind, like stars in the night, light in the day.

Painful. Horrid. Scarce.

“What happened last night?” My manager grabbed my hand to scold me but I had no energy left to fight him. “I’m sorry… I’m going to work…” I left without minding him.

Life hasn’t even given me the chance to complain about things, it just turned out too ugly before I could even process and this is where it is heading now. I can see it coming, this man is not gonna stop until I agree.

Sometimes I think, it’s just sex so I shouldn’t be acting this way but then I realize the trauma from my past.

Just because his touch has a different feeling to it, and I feel my insides crashing down from his voice.

“Grace…”

I heard a familiar voice, “Jess…” I mumbled, and he hurried to my direction. He was my stylist and someone I could call a friend.

“There’s a problem…” He seemed disturbed.

“Manager and I talked about this place being sold to a huge businessman.” My eyes went wide.

“What? Who is it?” I have slept with this club owner numerous times and he increased my pay so; it seemed like a huge problem to me.

Considering I’ve moved into a big house, constantly dying with loans on my head, I need the money more than anything.

“I don’t know… even the manager isn’t aware of it.” He shrugged his shoulders.

“How are you doing by the way?” He placed his hand on my shoulder and I smiled leaving to change my clothes. I’m never not fine... I’m used to it. I looked around recalling the moment I was first brought here, so much has changed in these five years.

This hell has become a huge part of my life, even if I try to leave, it won’t let me go.

I’m just nineteen and haven’t seen anything other than those four walls with greedy eyes touching my body.

’I wonder if I will ever get to live a life like a normal teenager.’ I sighed entering the room. Again, another thirsty man waiting for me, I have to do this and act like I’m enjoying it.

To be honest, my arousal has shut down and I don’t feel anything, that’s what I thought until I met that mafia, I felt alive again but was petrified of those emotions, more than anything.

I know he’s watching me; he knows I’m sleeping with someone else. If he has always kept his eyes on me then why not save that fourteen-year-old girl who was being raped by her math teacher and her boyfriend and… them.

I’ve reached my limit and I know there’s no going back, I’m like a broken toy that can’t be fixed anymore. Because the moment someone tries to heal me, I shatter, worse than before.

.   .   .

“I’m home…” I entered and saw him sleeping soundly. My phone rang but I disconnected it as soon as I read the name, ‘Broker’.

I heard a loud bang on the door, and my brother moved. I quickly ran to see who it was.

“When are y---” I closed the door in a panic and ambled outside not letting them disturb my brother.

“You make someone beat our men; you don’t pick up our calls, are you trying to escape?” He grabbed my hair pulling them with all his might. I shrieked in pain; I didn’t know Ford’s men had caused damage to these guys.

“When are you going to give---” He grabbed my throat slamming my head against the wall.

“I’ll pay you, I’m just about to receive my---” Tears rolled down my eyes, I felt my skin tearing and blood trickled from my head, apart from the sting, I felt a lot of things, I felt him, on my body… his smirk, ugly facades, horrid eyes and brutal life.

“I didn’t want things to turn out like this… you should’ve said yes when the time was right…” He wiped his hands smirking at me.

“How cruel this world is for a cute little girl like you.” He smeared my skin with his finger, my eyes shivering from the terror.

This man… This man ruined my life, I want to kill him. I clenched my fists. Five years of agony, and no one to put it to calm.

“Grace…” I heard a voice; a man, tall, dressed in all black, an earpiece in his ear. It wouldn’t take a genius to guess who he was.

“Who are they?” He questioned holding my hand, I was surprised, why is he doing so?

“This lady fell, we were just picking her up.” The broker scratched his head and started leaving upon the clean yet dreadful sight of this man. The man in black moved a bit away from me and stood in attention position, what was going on? He bowed.

“Mr. Levi sent---” I cut him off.

“Levi?” I gasped.

“Our boss, Mr. Ford.” He replied.

“Of course, it’s him, would you mind telling your boss that his help is not needed?” I tried to stop the blood oozing out with my bare hands when he abruptly gave his hanky to me.

“I’m here to take you, he was busy so he sent me over.” What kind of shit goes inside their heads?

I'm not taking part in this anymore. What am I? A toy?

Ain’t I?

I closed the door on his face and went inside.

“Grace… are we going to see boyfriend uncle?” Grey yawned loudly opening his eyes, will I ever get to live a second without people mentioning him?

“He’s not your boyfriend uncle and we are never going to meet him, go get ready for school.” My voice was a little tough since he’ll end up being attached to that guy otherwise. I speedily wiped my blood off as he went inside and started working.

I felt my veins popping out from fury, he has my life gripped in his hands. A strong pull and I'm dead.

“Are you still here?” I grumbled in anger as I saw that man still standing over there.

“Luther…” My brother’s eyes sparkled and opened his arms wide to pick him up.

Luther?

What is happening? “Grey, get down…” I ordered and he started disobeying me. “Grey… you come here before I get mad.” I yelled not being able to control it anymore.

This was the first time I shouted at my poor baby, but it was much needed. Grey zipped his mouth and started walking faster, I knew he was angry but I have no other option. Levi or Ford, he’s going to eat up my life like a parasite, I don’t have the luxury to give him what he wants.

“Do you not have a home?” Luther was still guarding my door; I went inside and grabbed a sandwich handing it over to him. He declined but I knew he hadn’t eaten anything and I’m not cruel enough to let him starve.

I’m heartless but not callous.

.   .   .

“I’m here…” I grabbed the apron as soon as I walked inside the cafeteria.

“Oh! Honey, there’s a customer, can you please write his order down.” The chef ordered me and I went inside to change my clothes.

“How can I help you?” I grabbed my notepad while walking in his direction. He lifted his head to look at me.

Green eyes, beautiful- ugly smile, tall frame, red alarm…

I gasped loudly realizing it was him, Mr. Ford, that fucking mafia.

“I’m here to talk to your manager.” He got up smiling at me and went inside to find the manager. I ran along and the next thing I see is blood on his knuckles. I quaked by the look in his green eyes, that were not so green anymore.

“You won’t be able to use your dick anymore…” Ford exclaimed.

“Touch what’s mine and I’ll ruin whatever is yours! Was.” He roared with the most horrifying voice I have ever heard.

“M---Mason.” I yelled but the bastard had no intention of stopping.

“Ford” I shouted. “Levi… stop it!!” He turned his gaze at me, the mischievous smile sitting on his face, like he’s having fun.

“Finish the job, Luther.” He ordered his man.