I looked down at my plain and unremarkable outfit and knew that I wouldn't be able to get into the club looking like this. I needed to transform my look, and fast. Without a second thought, I began tearing and folding my clothes, trying to give myself an instant makeover.I started by ripping the hem of my shirt, creating an asymmetrical edge that exposed just a hint of skin. Then, I tore off the sleeves, leaving me with a sleeveless top that showed off my toned arms. Next, I took my scissors and began snipping away at the neckline, creating a deep V that was both sexy and daring.For my pants, I rolled up the cuffs to show off my ankles and give the illusion of longer legs. Then, I tore off a strip of fabric from the bottom of the pant legs and used it as a belt, cinching in my waist and creating a more flattering silhouette.With a few final adjustments, I stepped back to admire my handiwork in the polished door of the club entrance. I looked like a completely different person, with

I was still under the influence of anesthesia at the moment but my senses were not fully off, and I was vaguely aware of what was happening around me.The two men that had tugged me in into that black car were gone. I had feared that I might have woken up in their bed being violated and humiliated, in my nakedness but thank goodness that was not the case. I was still moving around. I could feel that I was being carried from one vehicle to the other, but I was unable to move or speak. It was a harrowing experience because I felt what was a comparative sense of relief. As I was being carried, I could hear the sound of footsteps and voices, but they sounded distant and muffled. It was as if I was in a dream state, and everything was happening in slow motion. I tried to open my eyes, but they felt heavy, and I couldn't see anything.Suddenly, I felt a jolt, and I heard a voice say, "Watch your step, guys. Let's not drop the package." It was a male voice, and he sounded concerned. I wante

I ran out. Literally ran to the spot where my car had crashed. " What happened? Where is the girl? "I barked at the officers where were still on guard at the spot. My mind disoriented as I looked for her. I couldn't believe what had happened. My car had crashed, and Sherry was missing. My heart was about to leave my chest and my hands were shaking, and my mind was racing. I had to find her, no matter what it took. " She was sitting right here but then she sneaked out. We have been trying to trace her as well but with no success. ""Get everyone on the phone," I shouted to my men who joined me just then. "Tell them to drop everything and start searching for Sherry. I want every resource we have, every contact we know, every favor we're owed. We'll leave no stone unturned until we find her."They nodded, looking a bit intimidated by my intensity. "Right away, sir." Then turning towards the officers, they asked, "Do you have any leads, any clues?"They shook their head. "Nothing ye

" Hello father! "I tapped the bluetooth headset to take his call as my eyes soaked in the pleasure of watching Sherry walk slowly inside her room. " What made you remember me in the middle of your busy schedule? " "Stop smirking big boy! "His dusky voice made me smile even more. " How did you even know that I was smirking? " I grinned. I called him father, but for the world he was Henchman, the dreaded mafia king. He cut and slayed like it was his workout and the thing was, he exactly looked my old man, my biological father, whom I had killed. Yes, that's right, I killed my own father once, the one whose approval mattered to me more than a God's blessings or console. But that's another story. At the moment, I was the adopted son of his human lookalike Don. I happened to save his life one rainy afternoon. He was about to get stabbed and I chewed the flesh off his attacher's neck. That apparently impressed him to death. He became hell bent to take me in as his heir because he w

The moment I entered through the unguarded front gates, I knew something terrible had happened even before knowing what it was. As I walked further inside, there was a crowd concentration, specially towards the central location . Initially I had to shove through them but as soon as they turned back and saw me, they shifted and made way for my passage. Their silent stares were giving me the creeps. It was then that I realised that the crowd was mainly around my father's place. I broke into a run. I didn't stop before my legs automatically braked and then collapsed into a fall. It was my father. He was on the ground. There were bite marks all over his body with a distinct stab wound at his heart. " Father... " I crawled towards him on all fours and picked his dead up on my lap. " Father... Father wake up. Why are you sleeping here like this? "My hands were shaking and my words faltered as my lips trembled. I couldn't bring myself to accept the fact that was laid wide open infro