His eyes snapped open gaping at the ceiling, and soon he was sitting up in a flash, staring at the wall, his breath heavy and his eyes widened.Zayne blinked. Was all of it a dream?He raised his hand to rub his eyes and felt the sharp pain on his shoulders, causing him to wince. It felt like the bullet had broken his bones to pieces, and it was taking a whole lot of effort not to fall back on the bed.Ok, it wasn't a dream, not a nightmare. He stared at the white walls of the room he was in; even looking down at the blue gown he had on, the smell of antiseptic hit his nose.A hospital. Dammit, he breathed it in. He didn't have the time to be in hospitals; some things needed to be taken care of.people that needed to be taken care of.He pulled the needle from his wrist and climbed down from the bed, forcing his eyes to focus when they began to get blurry.He staggered to the wall, cursing under his breath when he had to use his wounded arm to support his frame before he crashed down,
They pushed her into the room, and she fell to the floor. Hearing them bang the door shut, she began to tremble. She sat up on the floor, looking around the room for any way to flee, even when she knew there was going to be none.The window was airtight, and even though it wasn't, would she jump down thousands of feet just to flee from him? Yes, she would do it even without thinking twice about it.She turned to the door to see a man holding a phone to his ear. He was the one who had caught her on the verge of fleeing from them; she had given them quite a chase, making turns every second, so they had lost track of her.But there was only one of her, and tens of them."Boss, we got her."Her chest tightened; Zayne was coming; she was dead, and there were no two ways about it.She thought of pleading with the goon, but she knew it was going to be a waste of the strength she was trying to save.He turned and walked out of the room, leaving her alone in the emptiness and terror. He was g
She heard the car speed past the truck after making a turn that had her almost sprawled on the floor.Where was he taking her, too? She looked down at his side, seeing his gun wasn't in place, but it was going to be easy to strangle and drown her in any place of his choice.Nobody was going to ask him questions.She sat still now, struggling to hold the gasps that fell from her tongue each time they passed cars without crashing into them.He drove like a lunatic, eyes dead and jaws clenched, reminding her of Milo.The road they were on now was deserted, and he slowed down, making a turn into another dirt road where there was a line building in which colored lights twinkled like little stars.He stopped right in the middle of the compound, where they were parking mostly trucks, and turned off the ignition. Then he climbed out of the car and went over to her side.He yanked open the door and dragged her out by her arm, fingers digging into her flesh and pulling her towards the entrance
She heard the hoots and the cat calls as she slid down the pole, her legs twirling around it, using it to hold down her weight, trying to ignore the pain she felt in her bones and legs. It did hurt so much to be taking three shifts, especially on the third day, waking up at 4 a.m. and sleeping at 11 p.m. She was so exhausted that sometimes she skipped meals. Right now, she raked her fingers through her hair, desperate to look sexy so they wouldn't throw things at her because she didn't satisfy them enough. That wasn't what she wanted. Besides being the new girl, she was the new star, making a lot of profit that she would never see, much less lay her hands on. She felt weak, she felt sick, she shivered, slowly catching a fever, and she'd noticed the bruising on her lower lips that morning as she applied her lipstick. But she couldn't fall right now. She needed to work because that was what he wanted. I'll break you, Gia... And he was slowly breaking her, slowly making her give it
His eyes were swollen, his nose needed to be put back in its place, his mouth was bruised, and he wondered how he didn't lose a tooth already. He was going to need tons of medical attention if he survived this.Speaking of surviving, Milo cocked the gun. Staring at him overhead, Zayne could feel his hand tremble; he knew Milo was going through his pain and this was the only way to take it out."If you were any other person, if you were a soldier instead of a Don, you would have been dead. Dad wouldn't think twice before burying a bullet in your face.""Yeah," Zayne muttered, "the reason we all need you is to put everyone in their place, Milo. Shut your eyes and pull it.""Then you'll be dead, stupid.""That's the goal, right?"They both stayed still, Milo's eyes on his brother. No one understood how badly it had felt hearing of Matteo's death; he hadn't shown it, couldn't show it; he just watched everything go lifeless.Then he learned it was due to the carelessness of his brother; he
Matteo was buried on a Tuesday, At first, it had looked sunny—a bright day for any occasion. Maya had said that when it was this bright, it meant the spirit was going straight to heaven.Until the body had to be laid on the ground, there was a heavy downpour, the cloud went dark, and the wind was restless.It was not expected, especially when the weather reports had predicted sunlight for two days straight. The rain was so sudden that Milo joked to his mother about Matteo still going to heaven.Zayne wasn't part of the jokes, and everyone noticed and left him alone. Even during the heavy downpour, he still stood close to the grave, ignoring Nico and Alexa, who stood next to him and tried to change his mind about staying under the rain.They gave up and left just the same way the others had. Zayne was in front of the tombstone, watching the rain beat down on it, trickling down from his hair and down to his eyebrows; he was soaking wet. But then he knew this could be the last time, mayb
I didn't know if to get angry or scared at what was being ordered for me to do. My legs felt as if hearing the requests too was threatening to give way from under me, and coupled with the drugs that had me hazy and so strained, it was taking all my willpower to keep my eyes open.I didn't have a choice; I knew that. This was his domain, and right now I was under his scrutiny. I tried to push away the nervous feeling because I knew that was what he wanted, and whatever he wanted, he got."Okay." My heart laced with fear, I nodded, trying to hide the trembling. "I'll do it."Freda nodded sympathetically. "I'm sorry, Gia. I tried to talk to him, but he wouldn't listen."I turned to find him crossing his legs, eyes on me, making me uncomfortable, but he didn't know he was in for a challenge, for I wasn't going to crumble as easily as he thought.Walking back to the pole, feeling my sore knees, I noticed the music in the background and began to move, trying to look as flawless as I could,
The woman looked disturbed sitting in front of him; more times than most, she looked up at the clock and then at the table, fighting hard not to lock eyes with a Don who looked demonically disturbed."You do not know who Gia Venditti is?"She shook her head, "I know I might get in trouble for not covering her up like boss Aaron asked me to," she blinked, "but I can't let you keep on being deceived, Don.""Keep going," he nodded."Gia works for the cartels; she let Aaron talk her into going undercover in your manor, Don." She was stuttering, "Aaron thinks that by taking down Cosa Nostra, he will get favors from Sir Venditti."Zayne chuckled at the words replaying in his head, "take down the Cosa Nostra," he repeated, and the woman nodded, "Do you have any idea where Aaron might be?"She shook her head, "No, sir, even before Venditti went into hiding, he was nowhere to be found."Zayne ran his fingers through his hair, leaning back against the seat. He tried his best not to be consumed