TRISTAN The party unfolded well, with numerous renowned proprietors and business owners approaching me. Some indulged in drinks, while others, like the strippers—among them, my sister—graced the dance floor. Hailey engaged in a lap dance with Jaxon, who seemed immersed in his own lascivious thoughts. Meanwhile, a section of the crowd was engrossed in gambling. The festivities took an abrupt turn when a commotion erupted from the gamblers' side.What now?As I drew closer an old man was arguing with some other gamblers."What's the commotion here" I asked trying to sort it out."This maniac strolled up, demanding his money back despite clearly losing the bet," one of them explained amidst a chorus of uproar from the others."Is this true??" I said bringing out my gun and pointing it directly at the back of the bastard's head as he threw his hand up the air in defeat."What's your name?" I asked as he slowly turned to face me and recognized him instantly he's Willow's father I dropped t
TRISTAN Sweet is defeat when you actually win. I grinned at the thought. It only took a drink to get that annoying brat on board, all thanks to her bastard of a father. My grin grew wider; now I have Willow all to myself, and the shock on her face when she learns about it is predictably priceless.I rose from my seat and rang for the casino's bouncer. Three strongly built men swiftly made their way to my office."You called, sir?" the leader came forward."Yes, dispose of him," I gestured, signaling them to take the old man. They grabbed him by his arms, ready to escort him out."Please, I lost my wife to death, and none of my relatives keep contact with me anymore. I just can't lose my daughter," he pleaded. My grin slowly vanished, and my face twisted in disgust as I signaled for another shot of gin, which was promptly delivered. A nod directed the bouncers to wait. I approached the old man, lightly brushing his collar, and collided my head with his, leaving him confused and shaky.
WILLOWWaiting in the subway for an hour, Allison, who volunteered to pick me up, arrived with a bag of chips. We hopped on a train to the other side of town, now rebranded as Good Luck Alley from its former name, Greenwood Alley – a change that intrigued me given its previous reputation."Hey Allison, can I ask you a question?" I inquired."Shoot." she nodded, handing me some chips"Why do they call this place goodluck alley?" I asked she slowly nods her head sideways."You don't wanna know" she says"Oh come on, I wanna know please" I whimpered like a five year old."They call it Good Luck Alley because, well, good luck trying to get out alive," Allison replied, sending a shiver down my spine."And we are walking." I panicked while she snorts laugh like a pig at my discomfort."I'm joking, relax. This place doesn't get worse than it already is by midnight, and it's only nine, so we're safe for now," Allison reassured, the last part delivered with a mischievous attempt to spook me."I
THIRD PERSON POVWillow sat down blindfolded and tied up having no clue of where she was, making use of her other senses she tries to make out where she is."Hello" she yells as loud as she could but only hearing her echos."Hello sweetheart" She gulps at the familiar voice."It can't be," she quivered in her thoughts. Shaky and sweaty, she prayed fervently that her worst nightmare wasn't becoming a harsh reality.Her blindfold slowly unmasked revealing the handsome devil of a man before her, Tristan."How comical" just her luck that she's seeing the handsome devil once again."How comical indeed, miss me? " He winked at her as she Blush a Little forgetting about her unfortunate state."You've got the guts to be comical when you have me hostage. I swear, when my father hears about this," she threatened, but he laughed, dismissing her empty words. He walked up to her, squatting down a little, and smiled as he looked right into her eyes—something he couldn't help but find captivating, as
WILLOW"I get to have you as my bride"The words reverberated in my ears, and my breath hitched. This had to be a nightmare, a twisted dream I couldn't escape. Yet, the strong, piercing scent of Tristan's cologne confirmed it was a horrifying reality. Tristan withdrew from my side, studying my reaction as he locked eyes with me. Shocked beyond words, I refused to display any emotion. I looked away, denying him any clue about my feelings. I wouldn't meet his gaze; I wouldn't let him see my vulnerability. Pretending as if his heavy breath hadn't brushed against my skin, I shifted my focus down to his torso.His warm breath against my skin intensified, nearly undoing me. Slowly, I averted my eyes from his torso, locking onto his gaze. Initially oblivious, Tristan's eyes eventually met mine. Once our eyes connected, it felt sinful to look away from his deep blue eyes, as profound as the sea. I found myself ensnared in a trance, immobile, worries dissipating like mist in a safe haven. Anoth
WillowWe disengaged from our awkward hug as Tristan made his way towards her."Who's she? I've never seen her dance at the casino," she said, almost making me choke."How long have you been standing there?" Tristan asked, seemingly unconcerned."Long enough to shoot you a dozen times. You left me at the party with that detective of a nurse to find clues, deserted a party you were supposed to host, and now I find you in the hands of a random stripper," she said, scrutinizing me until her eyes lit up."Is that all.." Tristan said not giving a damn."No, you need to stop acting like your actions don't have consequences, you can't just kill anyone you don't like, the doctor called saying you let that man slide In a coma" she yelled."He deserve it probably if he survives he has learnt his lesson." he said hands down In his pockets leaving me clueless about any idea what they are talking about."Tristan." she scowled at him he just huffed a smirk pushing back his hair In a slick motion."T
WILLOWA week has passed, I'm still locked in this room, though it was adorned with all the comfort one could get, I felt like a prisoner.I couldn't leave my room, talk less leave the damn house, Tristan had the best chefs prepare the most healthiest food filled with nutrients, I wasn't allowed to eat any thing like junk food, Tristan forbid it. It didn't make sense why he forbade it but anytime I asked he always seemed to ignore me.I wasn't allowed to keep any connection with the outside world not even my dad, so I wasn't granted a phone.And I haven't set my eyes on Tristan on the past one week, for some reason, I was disappointed.I shouldn't be after all he's done to me.I wonder how dad is, did Tristan pay him a large chunk to keep him quiet?And Allison , I wonder what Tristan did to pay her off as well, does she worry about me? Or has she chosen to forget me.It was already dark, and I lay down on my bed, lost in thought until my door creaked slowly open, revealing Hailey . Sh
Willow "You want something?? " she tried making the atmosphere less tense at the moment seeing I was frozen in thoughts."Wait, yes, what? What makes you think I'll let that arrogant prick kiss me? He doesn't even want to kiss me," I exclaimed. Hailey just shot me a wide smile, walking toward me, pulling me into a hug with one hand in the air holding the paper plate and the other hand slowly patting my back."Oh, Willow, you're such a doll—" Hailey began when the door handle started to turn, someone attempting to get in. My eyes grew wide in shock as I imagined who might be on the other side."Hailey are you in there?" I heard Tristan yelled from the other side, as we both disengage from our supposed hug, we both wore worried looks as Hailey sent me to open the door and hid the plastic plate from behind her as I unlock the door and opened it for Tristan.His appearance was different; his usually combed-back hair was messy and scattered as he ran his fingers through it, making him more