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FIFTY-THREE.
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Little Bird FIFTY-FOUR.
I emerge from my en suite, towel drying my hair after I took a long hot shower, to wash away the sinful thoughts I had of Wicked when he first appeared in the living room.I can’t believe I was almost drooling over him as my eyes shamelessly feasted upon him. It’s because he is a spitting image of Ace.It has to be.I toss the damp towel on the back of my chair for my vanity mirror and I slip between the bedsheets naked, switching the lamp off. Yawning, I turn to my side, waiting for sleep to claim me.The sound of my phone vibrating on my bedside table has me rolling back over to retrieve it, and I slide my finger across the screen.The green light flashes in the top right corner of my phone and I see that I have one unread message. It's strange because I haven't shared my new number with anyone since there is nobody to share it with.I tap on the message icon, open it, and the name unknown number appears in bold writing.Unknown Number: I find it odd that Wicked would call me and te
Little Bird FIFTY- FIVE.
ACE.I close the door behind me, choosing to remain standing instead of sitting.“I’m going to be the one marrying Amelia, this weekend.” I almost choke on my words as they burn their way up my throat.Words like: Over my fucking dead body, or you’ll be dead before that happens penetrate my ear canals even though his lips aren’t moving.Nathanials’ gaze shifts over me, towards the closed door before he leans back in his chair, acting as if he didn’t hear me properly.His jaw clenches as he leans forward in his chair again, meeting my gaze with a murderous expression engulfing his irises.I’m actually surprised he doesn’t have Church standing behind him.He calmly gets out of his chair and walks to the liquor cart in the corner of the room, pouring three drinks. He downs one and picks up another before he moves to stand by the floor-length window that overlooks the grounds.“I want to know why, Ace. Why my baby girl?” He demands to know more instead of asking me.“Because I won’t settl
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
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