THE COLLIN BROTHERS; Two most prominent business entrepreneurs in the entirety of Chicago. Xavier Collin and Hardy Collin; twins, but not identical.
Xavier Collin, a brunette-haired man, endowed with the rarest fierce eyes, tall with a very antagonistic character. Also the owner of Fredo's inc. A fashion company. Hardy Collin on the other hand was way distinct from Xavier. With the way they acted publicly, it was easy to pinpoint that Hardy was the cheerful one, also more indulgent to work with. He owned an automobile company; RNV.
They both were embedded with the looks and money any woman would die for.
Rachael Anderson was one of the privileged women to spend a night with one of them and it was Hardy. She gaped into his green eyes. Craving, not affection could be seen in them, but she didn't care. All she yearned to do was envelope herself in the heat of the moment, steered by the liquor that the both of them had.
Hardy slid his hand underneath her waist, heaving her closer to himself. She felt his erection against her thighs as a smirk crept into her cheeks. After a while, He broke the kiss and turned her around while she furrowed her eyebrows in confusion. What was he doing? The question was asked inwardly as his hands slipped over her shoulder, taking a handful of her hair.
"Do you have a ribbon?" he inquired in a raspy voice. Rachael shook her head negatively. He sighed in frustration, yanking her hair forcefully, trying to fasten it into a bun. A whimper escaped from her lips as she turned to look at him.
"I didn't say you could turn around" he had a vicious look on his face as Rachael swallowed hard, whirling to her initial position.
"Stay here" He whispered Into her ear before he left.
Rachael being perplexed as hell still didn't turn around. She waited for him to return and he eventually did, lifting her hair off her shoulders again. It was tied with a ribbon, then he tapped her slightly. She wasn't sure if the pat was an indication for her to turn around or if it was something else.
"Look at me," he whispered to her. she swiveled to look at him. At this point, she was beginning to get flustered. This wasn't going as sensual as she wanted it to be.
"Lie on the bed" he ordered. Rachael stared at him in dismay. There wasn't going to be any foreplay? What was he trying to do? Punish her for something she didn't know of?
"What is it?" He asked already getting impatient, his breathing rapid
"Just like that?"
"Just like what" he cupped her chin and moved closer to her "If you don't want this, we can both stop and move on with our lives" he muttered under his breath. Rachael couldn't comprehend why he acted so affectionate when the way he spoke was contrary.
Rachael after breathing in sharply nodded incessantly and lay on the bed.
"Good, Take off your clothes" he commanded.
At this point, Rachael panicked. He wasn't as aggressive as this when he met her at the club. She remembered how overwrought with joy she was when he approached her. The idea of speaking to one of the most meaningful men in the whole of Chicago was exhilarating to her. He was the sweetest gentleman she had ever come across. When he asked her to spend a night with him, she didn't give it two thoughts. Now he was the exact opposite of the guy she saw in the club.
Rachael hesitated for a bit, but she finally slipped her red sleeveless dress down. She breathed in hard, staring at him. His expression didn't change even for a second.
"Take everything off," he said in a raspy voice, watching Rachel intently.
"I don't want to"
"I gave you a choice" he reminded her. Did she want to end this? The answer was no. Spending some time with one of the Collin brothers was her biggest fantasy. Now it was finally staring her in the face.
Her hand slipped underneath her bra as she took it off slowly and flung it to the floor. Her breathing was getting heavier. It was as a result of fear. Especially when he kept looking at her like that. His eyes traveled to her panties.
"I'm going to" she mouthed.
"Be quick about it, darling" the sarcasm in his voice when he said the last word couldn't go unnoticed.
Rachael slid her hand underneath the band of her pink panties, slipping it off. The moment it left her mound, she felt the cold air from the ventilator caress her skin as she shuddered.
"Good" he spoke softly to her as his hands traveled to his tie taking it off. The buttons of his shirt were undone, revealing his masculine perfection. He took his trousers off, exposing his erection. Rachael swallowed hard when he got into the bed.
She lay still while he kissed her lightly on her neck. Rachael tried caressing his back, but he flinched, staring at her angrily.
"Don't touch me" he said coldly. She nodded incessantly.
He kept planting kisses on her neck, down to her bosom. Out of pleasure, Rachael closed her eyes, letting herself feel lost in his slow caress. The euphoria was cut short when he suddenly stopped kissing her and flipped her around aggressively. Rachael panicked.
"What is it?" She said breathlessly, trying to discern what he tried to do because she didn't dare turn to see for herself.
He rammed his erection into her mound without warning. The pain made her squeeze her eyes shut, fighting it.
"Are you okay?" he asked, not that he cared.
"Y... Yes," she struggled as a whimper escaped from her lips. He went in and out very fast. Judging from how dry she was, it was not very enjoyable for her.
She felt her mound getting hotter because there was a lot of friction. Tears welled up in her eyes, gritting her teeth in pain.
"Hardy" she called out, but she didn't get a reply. He was so lost in pleasure while she was in deep agony.
After some minutes of unpleasurable sex, His thrust became slower, and he eventually erupted. Did he cum inside her!
He collapsed on the bed, and she got up, turning around. She looked at her mound accessing it with shaky hands. He did cum inside of her. She stared at him. He was already asleep. She hated herself instantly. Not because of what he did, but because she didn't feel any bit of hatred towards him.
After sitting quietly for a while, she crawled to where he was and lay on his chest. Despite how he treated her, she still prayed for a chance for the both of them.
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Rachael felt something moist around her neck and a heavy weight on her. Her hands were brought to her chest as she gasped, opening her eyes instantly.
She remembered vividly that she slept on Hardy, but now he was over her, covered in blood!
She remembered vividly that she slept on Hardy, but now he was over her, covered in blood!Rachael with widened eyes tried to recall what exactly happened. The knife in her hand fell off when she lifted it. A gasp escaped from her lips. Did she do this? The question lingered but wasn't sure of the answer. Her heartbeat increased rapidly as she tipped him over with all her might.After gathering enough courage, she accessed him. He was covered in blood with two stab wounds on his chest. His olive skin had turned pale and his lips slightly parted. With shaky hands, Rachael shook him but didn't get a response. A whimper of fear escaped from her mouth as she placed her index finger underneath his nose to confirm if he was dead. He wasn't breathing!This was hard to believe. Why couldn't she remember anything? She didn't recall killing him, but the murder weapon was in her hands. Her eyes darted around the hotel room. It looked the same. The sun crept through the tiny creek of the curtain,
After multiple head twirls with not a solid object to rest it on, Rachael woke up. Her eyes were squeezed shut instantly and that was a result of the sting she felt in her head. Wait where was she? She sat up from the chair, trying to get up, but she couldn't. Her hands were bound tightly to it. She fought with the handcuffs as the memories of what happened flooded.Rachael had just gotten down from her car to grab her things from her house. The moment she held the doorknob to get in, someone attacked from behind. Her nose was about to be covered with a napkin, but she didn't let that happen. The struggle was intense especially when there were two guys. They found it hard to get a hold of her and that was as a result of the adrenaline her body released at that time, resulting in her surprising strength. One of them successfully hit her with an iron rod and she passed out, not feeling an atom of pain.Now she felt it and it was excruciating. She twisted her knuckles in every possible d
Chicago Police DepartmentUSA 8:00 AMThe quiet environment of the police station was being distorted by detective Silvia and DCI (detector chief inspector) Mark. Silvia already had her pale face red in anger, trying her best to get her message across, but the mark wasn't giving her the attention she needed. "Her DNA was found on the bedsheets Silvia. What more do you want?" Mark said without turning to look at her already frustrated self. "They both had sex and she ran off the next morning with the murder weapon. That's the story" "I know that, but you know her DNA wasn't the only one found on Hardy""Then who's is it?"" We don't know yet, but the CLA (Crime Laboratory Analyst) said it wasn't only her DNA. The other person was just smart. In fact too smart. Only an experienced killer can be as swift as that""And what if they were accomplices?" Mark stood hands akimbo. He finally stopped walking and Silvia was grateful for that because she had been practically chasing him around
Silvia stormed into her office, tossing her bag on the table as she settled down on the chair. One aspect she sure loathed was being impeded from executing something she had the aptitude for.Gary stepped in shortly as if he followed her. His bad left legs prompted him to leap gradually to her table after shutting the door. "I didn't expect you to exhibit such drastic animosity after meeting up with the all-mighty Xavier""He is an asshole" Silvia spat angrily. "He didn't even want to hear what I had to say. Get out" she mimicked "Oh God it was so humiliating" she rested her head on her palm."Well, you can't blame him. He is languishing over his brother""Well he should see that I was only trying to help""you see the Collin family hates that word""Help?""Yes," he snapped his finger, motioning she was on point. He took a seat on the chair opposite hers and continued. "Last two years, Xavier's father, Louie Collin was shot dead. The impact landed his mother, Angela Collin in a coma.
Anger, grief, guilt, and emptiness all welled up inside him as he took an enormous gulp from the tequila bottle in front of him. There he was, perched in his room, curtains down, closing off every bit of light that could come through. He wanted to wallow in the gloom, sink himself in the immersing subtle anguish. Tears gathered in his eyes, but he blinked them back. That was something he never did_ cry_ but this time it was different. The tough walls he built around his heart weren't as strong anymore."Hardy I'm sorry" he whispered, but that wasn't enough. It also didn't abduct the guilt.All the emotions recapitulated into outrage as he snatched the bottle of wine and hurled it angrily at the wall."argggghhhhh" he cried out with the impulse of grabbing a piece of glass and plunging it into the flesh of his wrist."Boss" the door banged from outside. It was Peter. Xavier wanted to tell him to leave, but his mouth seemed too heavy to be parted by words. He just stared at the door numb
"Mum" Rachael called out in tears. Mrs. Rebecca looked up at her staring in awe. "Oh mum I'm here" Rachael left Andrew's side and ran to her mother who sat on a couch, nuzzling her."Thank you so much" she grinned at Andrew who gave her a slight nod.Rachael turned back to her mother. "Did you miss me?" she cupped her chin. Mrs. Rebecca gawked at her with a grin not uttering a word. Rachael didn't anticipate any. She hadn't said anything since the death of her husband.She sauntered back to Andrew and tapped him on the chin lightly. "Thanks""Anything for you princess" he shrugged. Rachael furrowed her eyebrows."Hey don't call me that" she nudged his shoulder slightly, causing him to chuckle."Did the police ask you questions?""Yes, those psychos took your mother for questioning too""They did?" Rachael boiled in anger."Relax. They found out I wasn't lying about her autism and they let her go"She perched on one of the couches "what did they ask you?""Where you were, if you called
"Thank you" she muttered softly."For what?""For the ride and for dropping the charges," she said but didn't get any response from Xavier. Not that she expected any response. She just felt the need to show her gratitude.Racheal sighed, resting her back on the car seat. Her eyes fell on something lying on the central console of the car and they narrowed in confusion. She immediately sat up. It was coal briquettes_ something you don't usually see lying around, especially in a place like Xavier's car."What do you need coal briquettes for?""When burnt, they produce a reasonable amount of carbon monoxide""What do you need carbon monoxide for?" she drew closer to the driver's seat."What do most people in America use it for?""Xavier you are not killing yourself"He chuckled slightly. "I thought you would be happy to hear that""God Xavier" her voice changed as she fought the urge not to cry ugly."Life is worthless at this point Rachael. Everyone I ever cared for is gone. What more do
***The next morning****Racheal glanced at her weary, sleep-deprived eyes from the mirror and a sigh evaded her lips. She applied mascara on its lashes, followed by a lipstick that ran smoothly on her thin lips, smacking it together to get the product evenly distributed. She took one final look at the red pan suit, taking a twirl to have a view of every angle of the clothing.Rachael finally yanked her bag from her bed and walked elegantly to the sitting room. She kissed her mother's cheeks slightly. "I made your favorite" she announced which induced her mother to beam. "Ok I'm off now," Rachael said abruptly. **Fast forward**Rachael took apprehensive strides through the foyer of the office with people hurling glances at her from their glass doors. This was more arduous than she thought. The charges being taken down didn't do anything because their eyes held a lot of Judgement as they bore holes into her clothes.She got to her boss's office, took deep breaths before knocking on th