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Little Bird SIXTEEN.
ACE. As he swallows, I slap his cheek twice in succession then rise to my full height toying with the cuff links on the sleeves of my shirt. “Mr Ripley, your special order is ready.” I cast my gaze to the doorway to find Ana standing there with an ice pack in her hand, and I raised my brows at her, silently questioning her where the rest of the order was. “It’s waiting on a table by the dance floor.” I nod my head then turn to look at Birdene. She is still sitting on the counter looking at me with wide, questionable eyes. My gaze shifts from her eyes to her neck, which is stained with a crimson handprint. Lowering my eyes to my hand that’s now sticky with my blood, “Little Bird, I need you to follow Ana,” I say as I reach her, turning the faucet on and washing my hands. “She will help you get through what is about to happen next.” I continue as I turn the faucet off and dry my hands with a cotton towel that’s sitting in the corner of the counter in a neat pile. “Ohhh… okay,”
Little Bird SEVENTEEN.
I allow this Ana woman to lead me out of the restroom as I swallow past the hint of pain between my thighs. I follow her not because Ace demanded it. But because she has a gentle aura encircling her. And I can seriously feed off that right about now before I allow everything that’s transpired to register.Placing the ice pack on my cheek, I sense Holden hot on my heels, and I discreetly turn my head to glance at him. His features are as passive as always and when our eyes collide, he curtly nods his head before he returns his focus to the people in the room.“Here, take a seat,” Ana says softly, gesturing to a single chair facing the dance floor. “Can I have a look at your cheek?”Lowering the ice pack, her gaze scans my cheek, which doesn't sting as much as it did moments ago.Her face contorts into a frown and she reaches into the front pocket of her bartender's apron, extracting a small jar. “This is tiger balm. I’m going to rub some on your cheek to help with the inflammation u
Little Bird EIGHTEEN.
As the limo leaves through the back alley behind the hotel, Ace shifts in his seat to look at me. He adjusts his perfectly knotted tie, his arm brushes against mine as he does so, causing me to suck in a deep breath.I try to ignore my acute awareness of him being so close to me as it sparks a hint of desire to drill into my bones, knowing what kind of pleasure his hands can produce.He doesn’t utter a single word while he intently watches me, and the longer he stares at me, the more uncomfortable I become under his gaze.There is so much I want to say to him. But I have no idea where to begin or if he will give me answers to the questions that are currently charring the tip of my tongue.But I do know this. Tonight’s events will forever be scorched into the back of my mind, and part of me just wants to curl up in bed with the hopes that this is all some crazy nightmare.Blakes’ last statement to me about my father risking his life to get me, my blood is precious and my rightful bir
Little Bird NINETEEN.
As Holden closes the door behind me after I enter the room that I share with Ace. An icy chill surfs the fine line of my spine.The room is quiet and empty.I’m not a huge fan of being left alone during the night.The thought of being claimed by the darkness is pure torment.It’s usually the time when my anxiety wants to make a surprise appearance, leaving me to feel isolated, and totally worthless.I suppose that’s to be expected when you can almost count how many times you left the villa on your fingers and toes after celebrating your sixteenth birthday.Granted, I was no princess locked up in a tower waiting for her prince charming to come and rescue her.There is no Prince Charming in my world.Only beasts who claw and fight their way through the masses to get to the top.I was always told that I was a prize. A treasure to be cherished.But I know the truth. I’m just an object to be used and abused as one sees fit to.And now, I’ve been sold to the highest bidder.A titter is tor
Little Bird TWENTY.
ACE. Sucking on my upper teeth, I loosen my fists and settle back into the chair I occupied upon his arrival. Placing my left foot over my right knee as I lean back, “tell me more about this drug.” I demand through gritted teeth, knowing that I’m about to break my vow. “I can do one better. I can show you.” Pulling out a small vial from the inside of his jacket, Ismail holds it between his fingers. “This beauty right here is called Delilah. The high is out of this world and the come down… there’s no cotton mouth, dizziness, or shakes.” Removing the cap, he sprinkles some of the black powder on the back of his hand and uses the pad of his finger to smear it across his skin. I lean forward with my eyes growing wide when the powder begins to turn candy apple red, glowing under the laser lights. “It sure is pretty,” I admit, playing with my zippo, impressed. “The quality?” “Pure.” “And it can’t be cut?” “No, it’s been carefully crafted, and I heard the sources' pharmacist spent a
Little Bird TWENTY-ONE.
I jolt wide awake, sitting upright in the bed, clutching the base of my throat as I try to catch my escaping breath. My chest rises and falls with every shallow breath I take. Tears burn my eyes as they dart around the room that is still dark with a hint of moonlight peeking through the curtains, illuminating part of the room. Dipping my head, I let the tears of despondency fall from my eyes, leaving a trail of emptiness behind in its wake. My heart feels like it’s turned to lead, and my chest is struggling to hold it in place – threatening to plummet into the pit of my stomach. A touch of hollowness invades every logical sense in my body when I think back to what Blake said about my father. I guess his words struck a nerve in my heart without me realising it at the time, and a large part of me can’t help but feel like his accusation was genuine. It makes sense as to why I’ve never felt like I belonged anywhere, even when I was surrounded by my classmates in high school. Usi
Little Bird TWENTY-TWO.
After my shower, I walk downstairs, entering the kitchen with my belly rumbling. “Good morning, Ms. Black. Would you like a coffee with your breakfast?” Alana asks me as she looks up. “Umm, no, thanks, I’m not a fan of coffee. It seems to just go right through me.” I explain as I sit down on the barstool in front of her. “Has Ace already left for the day?” As she places my plate of food down in front of me with a large glass of freshly squeezed orange juice, she nods her head, flipping the tea towel over her shoulder. “Yes, he left about an hour ago.” My brows knit together, “oh, okay. I thought after last night, he would have stayed home and caught up on some sleep.” Tucking my hair behind my ears, I try to mask my heating cheeks from her. That didn’t come out the way I wanted it to. “Mr. Ripley has also requested that we go to the clinic and get you on birth control this morning.” Twisting my lips as I eye my food, “did he say what kind of birth control?” “No, he has left
Little Bird TWENTY-THREE.
“Please, please, please…” I whimper, violently pressing the button on my seatbelt as I try to release the clip from the buckle.But it’s not working. No matter how hard I push down on it, it just won’t budge, and I begin to panic, yanking on the belt across my chest instead. But that’s jammed too, and I’m… stuck.The rotting sensation of death knocking on my door drills deep into my bones.This can't be the end for me. There is so much I want to see and do with my life. “I’m stuck. I can’t get out,” my voice trembles as my gaze locks on Volkovs’ once again.His eyes soften with a hint of doom swirling inside them, “please, Ms. Black, don’t panic.” He says calmly like he’s trying to convince himself more than me that everything is going to be okay.A wince is torn from his throat when he shifts, lifting his injured arm to his chest with his other hand and instantly, I can tell it is broken.His head suddenly jerks to the side when the sound of crunching glass echoes across the atmos
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