"I don't love you... I never have... And, I never will..." I stated firmly. Vicenzo smiled ruefully, licked his lips, and stared straight into my eyes. Then he uttered the coldest words I've ever heard: "What you feel for me is irrelevant... I've never asked for your love. And you always seem to forget that what we have here..." he paused, gesturing his fingers between the two of us. "Is just a peace treaty, nothing more, nothing less!! And yes, we will come out of this alive. And when we do, I will find out who betrayed me! And I'll make them wish for death." ******************************************************************* The Clayton and Griffo families are the two top crime organizations in Philadelphia. In order to coexist peacefully, a peace treaty was signed years ago between the two organizations. But everything goes to shambles when Tomas Griffo, head of the Griffo family was assassinated. Tension rose sporadically, and Harold Clayton, the boss of the rivals, became the primary suspect. To prove his innocence in the matter and to ensure peace, Harold offered a daughter of his, Anastasia to Vicenzo, the new head of the Griffo clan, as a wife in an arranged marriage scheme. However, things take a strange turn when Harold himself is killed. What happens when Harold's sons decide to change the terms of the arranged marriage without Vicenzo's knowledge? Will peace and love reign among the organizations, or will an all-out war break out? Read on to find out.
THIRD PERSON P.O.V
"Harder! Harder!! Please go harder!!!"
The clapping sound of flesh on flesh could be heard accompanying the aforementioned screams of pleasure which were coming from Rain's bedroom.
Rain Clayton was one of the many illegitimate children that Harold Clayton had fathered while he was alive, and she, like all of the late Don's bastards, had been well taken care of with a weekly and unfailing allowance of $8,000 into her bank account, a scholarship that ran until whenever she decided to stop schooling. So, basically, being his child, legitimate or not, meant that her life had been sorted long ago. But that doesn't mean that Rain had the best life as it's often said, there's so much more in life that money can't buy.
"Right there!! That's the spot, Hmm.." she moaned.
Rain's mother died in a car accident when she was 18 and she has been alone since then, she was under the impression that the weekly allowance she got and the pre-paid school bills were from a trust fund her mother had arranged for her. Before her uncanny demise.
Although she could literally buy anything she wanted, which she did, owning multiple designers, and two cars at just 24 years old and treating herself to vacations whenever she felt like it, she still felt very empty inside, because, regardless of how impressive her bank account was, she was unable to lay a finger on happiness and her love life was, well.... non-existent.
Everyone knew of how she was financially, and because of that, the guys who dated her had always viewed her as a free paycheck. They always wanted to use her to line their pockets, and so, she had given up on dating and love in general.
Instead, whenever she needed a release, she would pay guys now and then to come satisfy her. Much like the man who was currently with her.
She was, at this time, bent over her reading table which had a mirror on the wall by it, and so, as her insides were getting pounded by the organ of the hot, white hunk who was standing behind and drilling her, she could only view the action from a third person perspective through the mirror.
"Ohh God!!!!"
She screamed a few moments later, as she arrived at the peak of the sexual activity. This yelp was followed by uncontrollable, spasmodic vibrations in her body, and for a moment, it looked as though she was having a convulsion: She went pink, the blacks of her eyes disappeared, leaving only the eerie whites, and all her veins were super visible and looking as though they would pop out of her skin, and her mouth was wide open, like a fish fresh out of water and struggling to survive.
"Your payment is on the table, take it as you leave", she said weakly to the man as he got dressed and prepared to leave. She was now sitting on her bed, stark naked, her red hair looking ragged and disheveled, and she, as drained as drained could be.
"Okay, thanks.." He acknowledged without even looking at her, more intent on getting his clothes on, his pay in his pocket, and his feet out of there. He was twisted into a very tight position while trying to lace up his shoes, and it surprised her how he didn't even look fatigued or spent. He probably did this a lot. As Rain watched him, she began to get some crazy ideas in her head, and although she knew that what she was about to say was hardly sensible, she couldn't help herself.
"Could we...you know meet sometime?" Rain suggested quietly, as though there was someone else in the room she didn't want to hear it.
The golden-haired, well-built man looked up from his sneakers which he was trying to put on, and said with a slightly confused look on his face, "Yeah... " he said and a smile lit up on her face.
"If you're ever in need of my services again, you can always ring me.." he added and her smile fell.
She swallowed hard. That wasn't what she meant. "No, no... I meant, like.. Maybe, could we meet sometime, like, have coffee or dinner somewhere?"
Kim had never found a man who'd liked her for her or anyone who sincerely wanted to be friends with her; it had always been because of her voluptuous body or of course, her money. She hoped this one would be willing to see past all that.
But, the man, upon realizing what she meant, began to laugh softly. Then, after putting his shoes on, he stood upright and said, rather coldly, "Sorry... You're hot but you're not my type", and then, he added, " I think you might wanna bolt your door after I leave.."
Then, he walked out of the room.
With tears nearly dropping from her eyes, Kim followed him to the living room. He didn't so much as turn to her or give her a second thought. He simply grabbed his cheque, walked to the door, opened it, and left. As though he'd not just been inside her some minutes ago, as though he'd not just guided her to climax, as though he didn't know her.
After she had seen him out and locked the door, she made to return to her room, but just crumbled and broke down on a couch, crying. When would she find someone who would want to be with her, not for her body or the money, but for her bubbly and nice personality? When would she find the guy who would stay without prioritizing getting paid or laid? Was there even such a man for her? Why was she the top choice when she was willing to spend or spread her legs, but suddenly nobody's type as soon as she requested real, authentic love or friendship? Was it that there was no more love in the world?
She lay face down and distressed on her couch, shaking with a frenzy and crying hot, bitter tears.
Then, there was a knock at the door. Thinking it was the man who'd had a change of heart and had now come back, Kim raced to the door, still stark naked, her big breasts flying around in no particular pattern and her butt cheeks rebounding from the ripple effect.
"You came ba-" She started to say, with a smile on her face, but once again, her smile fell. It was definitely not him. There were four, huge men dressed in black and wearing masks at her door.
As soon as her brain comprehended what she was seeing, she tried to scream, but one of the men reached for her with one of his strong, rangy hands, and covered her mouth, muffling her screams. From that point, everything happened so fast. Her arm was grabbed, and with it, she was pulled out of the house. Then, she was lifted onto the shoulders of one of the men and hurriedly taken to a car that was parked opposite her apartment. All this time, the strong, firm hand was still covering her mouth and frustrating her attempted screams. When they got to the car, the trunk popped open, and she was flung into it. From that point, she saw nothing but darkness.
Not until she was in that trunk did it set into her brain what had just happened: She'd been kidnapped. The realization that she might not be free again until whenever her captor, whoever it was, decided to set her free, if he/she did, caused her heart to sink, taking away her ability to scream. All she found herself able to do was whimper.
Just when it seemed her life couldn't get any worse, she had been plunged into a whole new dimension of the word 'trouble'.
Chapter 1 Harder
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Chapter 2 The Long Lost Dead Father
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Chapter 3 A Plan of Deception
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Chapter 4 The Wedding Day
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Chapter 5 An Unholy Matrimony
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Chapter 6 The Three Siblings
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Chapter 7 A Ray of Sunshine
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Chapter 8 A Startling Breakfast
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Chapter 9 The Gruesome Days
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Chapter 10 Clueless Rain
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Chapter 11 Battle Lines
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Chapter 12 The Strange Mafia gang
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Chapter 13 A Foreign Don
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Chapter 14 The Half-brother Return
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Chapter 15 Alliance of the Damn
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Chapter 16 A Truthful Lie
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Chapter 17 Harmony of the Heart
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Chapter 18 Fractured Harmony
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Chapter 19 A Fragile Alliance
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Chapter 20 Unraveling Secrets
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Chapter 21 Perilous Undertakings
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Chapter 22 A Vengeful Story
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Chapter 23 Who Pulled the Trigger
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Chapter 24 A Revenge Call
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Chapter 25 The Funeral Day
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Chapter 26 Origin
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Chapter 27 The First Move
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Chapter 28 Vincenzo's Wrath
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Chapter 29 The Sting
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Chapter 30 Confrontation
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Chapter 31 The Trap
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Chapter 32 The Bonds of Evil
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Chapter 33 The Armor
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Chapter 34 The Seduction
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Chapter 35 The Gathering
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Chapter 36 A Deception
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Chapter 37 Shadows
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Chapter 38 Rising Tensions
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Chapter 39 Desperation
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Chapter 40 A Race Against Time
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