I was the wide daughter, the one who was bent on doing anything she wanted. It started after my mother died, leaving me and my younger sister in the cold grasp of my dad, well. I guess he doesn't have the right to be my dad because he killed my mother. Since my mom died, I never cared about anything or anyone, not even my younger sister, Junie but I still loved her.
I am Vanora Campbell, the eldest daughter of a Scottish family. We live in Deanvillage, Edinburgh, and right now, I'm sitting on the bar seat waiting for my drink.
"Hey..uh Nora," The barman called, he knew my name because I was his regular. I've taken after my dad in drinking, a bit surprised that I didn't see him anywhere in the bar with one of his sluts.
"Hi, Scotch please," I ordered for my drink, he looked at me for a while and asked, "Don't tell me you still don't know my name," He said, dropping two glasses on the counter.
I made a face, "Did you ever give me one?." I asked him. He sighed. Believe me, I wouldn't care if he did.
He poured the Lagavulin bottle into one of the glasses and pushed it to my face, "Enjoy, Ms Nora. My name's Evan." He replied, then turned around. I'm pretty sure that I wouldn't remember that tomorrow.
***
A few hours later, I was done with the bar and on my way home. I staggered home feeling mildly inebriated, laughing and talking to myself. The number of people I passed on my way home moved away from me, some raining a few curses on me, some knew me as a habitual drunkard while I never cared if I was seen as one.
Finally, I made it home, I looked up at Junie's window and found out that the lights were still on, and Junie might be studying in her room. I opened the door and tottered in, breathing heavily as if I had just run a marathon, ok I jumped a few steps to the front door outside.
And when I turned, I'd met a full house. Before, I could count nothing in the sitting room, and now, there were living things in the sitting room.
My eyes landed on my old man in the center of the sitting room where our center table used to be before he sold it out. A man sat on my favorite chair and a few gangsters stood around him. I could count 4-5 men, they looked deadly, one of them stood in front of my dad, pointing guns at my father and...oh I just noticed his bitch beside him. Poor woman, she'd put herself in this mess anywhere.
And I knew they were his creditors. We do see them all the time in our house but this time, these men weren't smiling at all.
"And you are?." The man's deadly voice shook me back to reality. I looked at him, my eyes scrutinizing him. He had a bald head and he was clothed in a black suit.
"She's my daughter, my eldest daughter." My dad answered immediately and I glared at him. I am not his fucking daughter, he tells me that all the time.
The man shook his head, "I didn't know you had a gorgeous female in your house," He looked at me and smiled, no wait, smile laugh. Sorry, I had to put it that way, his brown dirty teeth were out in the open and it almost caused me to throw up.
"I thought you said I'm not your daughter, man," I said for the first time in the room.
"Shut up," Came that voice again. If I wasn't drunk, I could have given him a heavy knock on the head for yelling at me.
"Your dad is owing to my boss. You don't have the right to speak."
"But I'm not the one ow…."
Click.
I heard him cock his gun and pointed it at my face. My mouth instantly clamped shut.
There was silence for a few seconds.
He cleared his throat and looked at my dad.
"What are we going to do? You don't have any furniture anymore." He said, looking around.
Our house was empty. This chair is the only piece of furniture remaining, and it's because it was torn by the side, so no one agreed to buy it.
My dad looked around and bent down in shame. Oh, he didn't realize he sold them all.
Foolish man.
"Take my daughter,"
It was like I didn't hear well, or the alcohol was probably having its way with me.
"Yes, take my daughter," He repeated.
I blinked and blinked and blinked.
"I think my dad's drunk now. You should probably wait till he recovers himself," I stated, trying to walk to my room when a huge-looking man blocked my way.
I looked up at him and gulped down nothing, I stepped back and looked around, all eyes were on me, and then I surprised everyone by laughing.
"Wait, I'm not his daughter,'' I stated in between the laugh, moving away from him and trying to walk upstairs, strong hands grabbed me up to his shoulder and I began screaming and wriggling my legs.
I heard the man say, "Let's go."
I looked up and saw Junie running down the stairs. She screamed when she saw me on top of this man's shoulder.
"Junie, go. Go to aunt Sarah and stay there, don't ever come back here," I yelled.
The man was already walking out.
***
I was pushed into the car, it was where that man sat and the car door slammed behind me.
"Please, let me go. I don't owe you, you can take our house, but please let me go," I begged. My eyes pleading to him thinking it could do wonders and make him leave me alone.
The man chuckled, "Your house is old,"
My eyes grew wide and I began crying. Well, I was making noises to his ears and not crying. The man felt irritated and pulled off his scarf which hung on his shoulders, he tied my wrist together and tied a cloth around my mouth to stop me from talking. And then, I could only muffle out words.
***
A few minutes later.
Their car drove into a big compound. My eyes grew wide as they drove in. The place was so huge...if a cloth wasn't tied around my mouth, my mouth could have been open all through. Who are these people?.
I've been living in this town and didn't know there was a place such as this. Men littered around in black and dark sunglasses, and lights surrounded the building. A big mansion, the biggest I had ever seen standing in front of me.
The car opened and I was dragged out of it with one hand. We began approaching the house and I was looking around like an idiot. I've even forgotten I am being sold to people that I don't know.
Two large french doors were opened and I was dragged in, walking beside that bald cruel man.
I looked up.
Good-looking, with brown slicked hair, and a towering height. He was built, muscular in appearance and his presence screamed power. His eyes were cold and pressed against mine and his expression remained still and silent. He had a pure definition, he looked like a god, a king in his mansion. He was exactly the perfect man. I think I've seen the most beautiful man in the whole universe. He wore a black suit like the others and his eyes never left mine. "Boss..." The bald man bowed slightly."Who's she?." His deep voice asked. He took a step closer, looking at me all over. My heart skipped a bit, he was close, very close to my face. He smells nice and heavenly."She's Douglas's eldest daughter which he paid in the form of his debt." That's my father's name. He sold me like property, like a good. His hands folded behind his back, and his eyes roamed my body. I stared back at him, brave enough. I didn't care if it was wrong, I never cared if anything was wrong. I watched him walk aro
I trailed my eyes around, searching for the gorgeous man that I had seen yesterday, the one that I had been sold to and the one who was the boss to every soul in this mansion. And there he was, sitting across from me, behind a table, in his office. This wasn't the room that I thought it was, this was his study room. He didn't look up but he'd said something. "I didn't get to talk to you yesterday," He paused. His angelic voice lures me into the world of thoughts. He was damn alluring and very calculated. His suit hugs his body perfectly. His dark slicked hair almost made me damp my pant. He was by far a beauty.I realized too quickly that I was dozing into him,"Yes. And I want to speak to you yesterday. Okay, I'd start by saying, ``that man is not my father, you have to let me go, whatever business you both had is between you two, allow him to face the consequences and let me go." I complained bitterly though inwardly, I was denying the fact that I wanted to stay more because of him
I woke up like I was being pinched out of my sleep, my eyes groggily looking over the room and that was when it hit me. I wasn't dreaming, it was real and I'm fucking here. I was still here. I quickly bolted out of the bed, my hands running through my curly hair. How long had I been sleeping? oh fuck me. The door opened and one of the girls entered, she looked at me trying to despair what I was doing in the room. "You're awake? Wallace didn't want to wake you up." She said and I didn't talk to her. She shook her head and mumbled, "Forgotten how bitchy you are," Then she began leaving. "Is there any other door apart from the guard gate outside?." I asked. She turned, confused at my question."No." I bit my lower lip and began walking out before her. Which way do I go from here?. The mansion is damn big and it'd be hard finding an escape route. I ran down the hall, my legs moving surprisedly fast as my eyes darted around for an escape route. Oh yes, I found the front door, and
Zavi Covillie.She was fearless, and nonchalant about everything. She talks a lot and the only thing she was afraid of was losing her life. A girl who doesn't care if I killed her father, is it how bad she hated her father?. A girl who looks me directly in the eye, very bold and feisty. She's insanely beautiful, had long brown curly hair, very beautiful emerald eyes, she reminded me of someone, someone that I found so hard forgetting in my life. I could give her up with the other sluts but I waited, she's too nimble to waste like that. I've thought about what I wanted from her, what I wanted to use her for but I'm not sure. If she survives the heat tonight, I would train her and make her mine forever. I would make her a woman behind the mask. But why?. There are so many beautiful and skillful women out there, why should it be her?. "Boss, why did you choose her?." Wallace asked the question that I wasn't able to answer myself. "There are many skillful sluts in the family, and yo
Our car stopped in front of a hotel, I could see men standing at the door of the hotel behind my veil. My eyes were everywhere, looking for an escape route but Wallace was not giving me room to think. He dragged me out of the car roughly and whispered, "When you get in there, do your job and don't speak," We began walking into the hotel. Inside, it was big and quiet, the hotel was beautiful too. Wallace dragged me towards the lady behind the counter. "Fraser?." He asked. The lady bowed and quickly gave him a card. Wallace led me into the elevator and pressed the 54th floor. Inside the elevator, none of us spoke to each other. I gulped down, careful not to say a word. I knew I always had something to say all the time. Finally, we reached, the elevator opened, and we walked out. When we arrived at the door, two huge guards were standing by the door. Wallace showed them the card, Immediately, the door opened and a man walked out, he looked from me to Wallace and asked, "Is she the hi
Wallace dragged me out of the car and I yelped because of the pain I was feeling in my ankle. He looked down at my legs and smirked, "Don't worry, our boss will kill you for what you have done himself." Is that it?. They didn't want me killed by Fraser's men but by Zavi. How could I not think of that?. But I didn't kill that man, I only gave him a few shots that I didn't know would kill him, I am surprised to know he wasn't breathing. I thought as strong as he seemed to be, he would hold onto a few shots of the Vodka. Yes, I know the spirits Vodka has 95% alcohol and I'm already acquainted with the drink. Remember, I drink every night at the bar. And I've been with such gamblers who took it and are still living. We climbed the stairs to the hallway and then we reached an elevator. I hadn't seen this earlier in the house.We arrived at the rooftop and the elevator slid open, my eyes rested on Zavi who stood with his back facing us, he was in his long black jacket and wine was placed
Earlier.Zavi CovillieI watched as Wallace pushed her into Fraser's room, Fraser was on the bed waiting and I could imagine the desperation in his eyes. Vanora was damn hot, even from the niqab, you could see her hidden structured body. Fraser giggled and I felt the need to walk into that room and blow off his head but I had a plan, although it wasn't my plan to give him an easy death. I knew she was looking for an escape route, she saw the camera and knew Fraser's men were watching her, though I had Wallace stand aside and wait for my order. And then she saw the wine that I had prepared. Something I'd wanted her to use, she pulled off her niqab, and damn, my dick reacted, by mere watching her from the screen. I could see through her, her thighs looked so creamy and inviting, she had these high cheekbones, beautiful emerald eyes, and plump lips, She had the perfect fuck body, I wanted to devour her right there, to mark her mine forever and when my eyes went to Fraser's wide eyes, I
……Vanora CampbellI've seen my mother die, in fact, she died in my arms, but I've never seen anyone shot directly, and not someone who died for my sake. I knew these men were dangerous, the first time I calculated that they were in the mafia, I knew I was not gonna survive it. My dad had fucked me up so many times, I was a pain in his ass, he hated me because I reminded him of my mother who he killed, although he didn't just shoot my mother in the head, he led the bastards who killed her, and this is the only thing he could do? to offer me to the devil himself. My back rested against the wall and my face bent in between my lap as I thought about it. I can't hold up this way, I know I act all mighty and brave but this is one thing that breaks me down, seeing someone shot in front of you. That bastard. That monster. How could he look very comfortable after killing that innocent girl?. The door opened and someone walked in. I took in a breath as I saw the monster looking down at me