Chelsea walked into her room and collapsed on her bed. She inhaled and exhaled gently, reminiscing on recent events. She gently reached for the gun in her thigh strap and pulled it out. She closely examined it and sighed, dropping it on the bed. The more she thought about it, the more she knew she was in love with Dylan. She didn't want to admit it before. She had generally aligned it as basic attraction and classified her feelings as lust, dismissing them as just desires for sexual gratification. She never wanted to admit to herself that she loved him. If she did, that would prevent her from carrying out her original plans. She knew that she cared for him and really wanted to heal him of his emotional scars. After discussing with Joyce, she was spurred to do this even more. But her plans had always been paramount to her. Even though she had lied to Joyce that entering the mafia business with Dylan was the only way she could save him, she knew deep within her that she entered the ma

The Hades RoomDylan gently stared at the instruments and weapons laid out on the table. His eyes went from stun batons to spiked batons to stun belts but none appealed to him. The instruments all looked mediocre to him. It was the regular stuff, something that was used on regular prisoners. He needed something more intense and evil. Something to remind him of who he was, a merciless bloodlusted mafia godfather. He needed to give himself a reason as to why he wouldn't fall into the trap of weakness called love. He needed to be sure he wasn't losing his touch again. It felt like history was repeating itself. He was a very murderous and bloody man before he met Clara. Then she came into his life and made him fall in love with her. As their relationship grew, he began withdrawing from his violent ways, becoming more peaceful. He had Victor handle the gruesome and murderous activities. Of course, Victor was very glad to do so.Then when Derek came along, he got softer and softer, watchi

Skylands Hotel The Bentley Continental arrived at the hotel and Hugo drove it to a stop, parking at an assigned parking space. He alighted the vehicle and opened the door for Chelsea. She put on her mask and alighted as well. She surveyed the surroundings and made for the entrance, leaving Hugo behind to stay at the car.She walked into the bar section and paused a little. As expected, the entire place was buzzing with customers. Several men and women were partying, dancing and drinking to their heart's content. Her eyes scanned the area and she saw Stone sitting in a dimly lit reserved corner at the far end of the bar. He was surrounded with guards, well armed and ready to unleash hell on whoever called for it. She wasn't making that type of call however. She wore a smiling expression and walked towards him. The guard maintained their position, not budging or making way for her to pass. She squinted her eyes and looked at them with a sense of skepticism. "Are you out of your sens

Later That Evening Chelsea heard a series of knocking on her door and walked towards it to open it. She immediately stopped halfway as she remembered she was putting on only her underwear. Only Joyce or Dylan visited her in her room. She and Dylan were no longer relating on intimate terms. Revealing too much of her body to him would only classify her as desperate. Besides, he might even get mad and infuriated at her because of it or make an issue out of it. It was also highly possible that he would find it disrespectful and talk her down for it. Honestly, at this point, there was no telling what Dylan would do. There wasn't a thing as being too careful around him.She turned around and headed for her closet. She put on a mini gown and proceeded to open the door. She saw Dylan standing outside with two other of his guards. Dylan stood with his hands inside his pockets while the guards stood behind him, their hands clasped together behind them.Behind the three of them was a tall meta

Chelsea took another sip from her glass and emptied the glass this time. She was subconsciously getting carried away and she was loving the feeling. She smiled at Omar, finding him more and more adorable as they engaged in several unrelated discussions. She knew she was getting under the influence but she couldn't stop herself. No, she was enjoying it too much to stop herself."So you moved to Miami what, two years ago?" Omar asked, smiling right back at her.It was this same mysterious smile of his that kept on attracting her and making her glued to him and keeping her in the converstaion to the extent that she was letting go of herself. She found his smile both mysterious and mischievous at the same time. And she loved the feeling of both. It made him all the more adorable."Yea. Two years ago" she replied in a soft voice. Now she was sounding alluring. Her vision had started getting blurry. She needed to get a hold of herself. She had let the drink get to her. She had originally w