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Little Bird FIFTY-SIX.
Nervously, I chew on my lower lip, feverishly rubbing the palms of my hands up and down my thighs, hoping that my father and Ace don't end up killing each other tonight. I still can't believe Ace is here, brazenly speaking to my father and requesting his blessing for us to walk down the aisle and become Mr. and Mrs. Ripley. A large part of me wishes I could be a fly on the wall, so I can bear witness to the conversation they're having. As seconds roll over to minutes, then an hour, my ass starts to feel numb. The pins and needles move down to my legs. Standing up, I move around to get the blood flowing again, anxiously waiting for them to emerge from the office. The house is quiet. It's almost as silent as a graveyard when the moon is perched high in the sky.I quickly descend the stairs upon hearing the sound of my father's office door opening. As Ace appears from the hallway, our eyes meet, and he extends his hand, inviting me to join him.Without any hesitation, I quickly move
Little Bird FIFTY-SEVEN.
Trying to catch my breath, “is your end game to keep me so intoxicated on you so that I forget that there is an entire world beyond the walls of your villa?” I ask Ace as I’m currently sprawled out on top of him with his hard cock still inside me despite us coming together only moments ago.I can hear my words slurring, as I truly do sound drunk. I am on the verge of passing out. My body feels so relaxed, and loose, as his callous fingers brush across the hard ball of my shoulder, admiring the small laceration he made as things got heated during the ride home.Home.It sounds odd calling a place home with Ace. It feels so foreign and really good at the same time. We can call this place our safe bubble; our little slice of heaven.At least this is what I want it to be for us and even though my body feels relaxed and spent, I can’t help it when reality starts to contaminate my thoughtsHis chest vibrates beneath mine as he chuckles at my question. “Not drunk, Little Bird. But it is my
Little Bird FIFTY-EIGHT.
As Holden opens the back passenger door to the SUV, I step out of the vehicle, gathering my hair and I place it over my shoulder, inhaling deeply.“Are you sure this is the Salon, Ele is at?” I ask Holden as I remove my sunglasses and place them inside my tote bag.Closing the door, Holden turns his back towards the SUV and stares straight ahead, “yes, Ms. Taurine. Her hair appointment was sixty minutes ago, so she should be wrapping up as we speak.”I sigh, still trying to wrap my head around people addressing me as Ms. Taurine and, soon, Mrs. Ripley after being called Ms. Black for the last twenty years of my life.“And you are going to stay right here, right?” I slightly turn my head to the side to stare at him.Turning his head left, right, then left again, he nods his head. “Yes, I will remain outside the entire time unless Ms. Drakos’s men enter the salon.” He says flatly, rolling his shoulders back, and he clicks his neck as if he’s loosening the tension in his body before he r
Little Bird FIFTY-NINE.
As we settle into our seats away from the large glass windows inside the café, I take a sip of my hot chocolate and place my tote bag down on the ground beside my feet.Even though, we sneaked out of the salon through the back door. I can’t help but feel like there are eyes on us; watching our every move.A sliver of awareness caresses the back of my nape, putting me on high alert to keep an eye out for anything that looks out of the ordinary.“So, what is it that you want to speak to me about?” Leaning back in her chair, nestling her cup in her hands, Ele asks me with her eyes heavily trained on mine. “If it’s about what happened back at mine with Jaxson… all I can say is that I am sorry. I’ve tried to find the right words to apologize, but nothing…”I place my hot chocolate on the small circular table and lean forward, resting my elbows on the tabletop. “I didn’t come here for an apology, Ele. As I’ve stated before, I don’t blame you for what happened.”“I’m sure your parents do,
Little Bird SIXTY.
“Th… that was Andreis’ brother in the van…” she stammers with tears in her eyes that are filled to the brim with terror. “They are coming. They are here to get their revenge.”Eles’ body is trembling uncontrollably as her terror-filled eyes dart around the salon.“Andrei as in your ex-husband slash Bratva, Andrei?” I ask her as I rub my hands up and down the sides of her arms, which are now plagued with goosebumps.Unable to speak, she nods her head.“Fuck…” I mutter, looking out of the salon windows. “We need to get out of here, and you are coming with me. If they knew you were coming to the salon, that means they will most likely hit the mansion next.”Taking her by the hand, I pull her along behind me and as we exit the salon, Holden takes one look at us and pushes off the SUV. He flicks his cigarette and rushes towards us as he tears his shades from his face.“What happened?” He asks in a dark tone, drawing his gun from behind his back.“The Bratva…” Ele replies in a nonchalant t
Little Bird SIXTY-ONE.
We all standstill, silent and shell shocked at what is unfolding before our very eyes. There is no denying that there is crazy chemistry between Wicked and Ele. All the thoughts of them not being compatible go out the window. A light moan filled with desire departs Eles’ opened lips as her tongue swipes across Wickeds’ lower lip right before she bites down on it She lifts her hands, and she shoves him away. Stumbling back three feet, caught off guard, Wicked snarls, touching his lower lip with a look of rage blazing in his green irises. “You fucking bitch!” Wicked growls, looking at his fingers that have a splash of blood tainting them. Ele violently wipes her hand across her mouth, then spits at Wickeds’ feet with disgust. “You will live to regret stealing a kiss that didn’t belong to you, Wicked Ripley.” She hisses as she straightens her spine. “My last set of words weren’t for you to prove me wrong.” A sinister chuckle vibrates from Wickeds’ chest as he combs his fingers t
Little Bird SIXTY-TWO.
ACE.I follow Holden and Royce down to the wine cellar, standing back as they tie him down to the metal chair screwed into the middle of the room. Wicked tries to fight both Holden and Royce off, and he manages to land a few good punches before he slumps in his chair, giving up.Dipping his head with his chin touching his chest, Wicked glares up at me through his long lashes, snarling at me like a deranged animal.“Leave us,” I order once they have secured Wicked in the chair. “And close the door on your way out, then make your way to the front of the Club. Holden, you watch the front door and Royce, stand guard by my office door.”“Yes, Mr. Ripley,” they reply in unison, taking the stairs two at a time.“One day, I pray, I will understand why you have done this to me.” Wicked sneers, slashing through the tension in the room.“I didn’t deliberately do this to hurt you, Wicked.”“Bullshit.” Wicked hisses maliciously and stomps his foot against the ground, giving the impression that he
Little Bird SIXTY-THREE.
Sitting on the edge of Aces’ desk with my arms folded across my chest, I stare at Ele slouching in her seat as she plays with the tips of her hair and refusing to meet my gaze.“I know you might not want to hear this, but it needs to be said. You aren’t safe at the mansion with Theo any more, and it’s apparent his henchmen aren’t going to protect you either.” I say in a stern tone, sighing at the end when I see her cringe.I can visibly witness the adrenaline leaving her body as she silently trembles before me.I can also sense how terrified she is of the Bratva and she has every reason to feel like her head is being held underwater as she struggles to grasp onto her escaping breath that is slowly sucking the life out of her fragile body.I find it difficult to comprehend her past and hesitate to delve deeper into it. I fear that uncovering something unsettling may forever haunt me, not only as her friend but also as a woman. I am aware that Andrei used to derive pleasure from physic
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