“Hey. What's the problem?” Luke asked, a tiny frown planted on his forehead. “Can you lend me your phone real quick, please?” My voice came out urgent and unsteady. “Brielle, you don't look good. What's happening?” When Ace began to make it into the cafè, closer to me, searching every corner with his hard gaze, I fisted Luke’s work Tshirt violently. He flinched at my sudden move but, I didn't care to apologize. I was on the brink of doom. “Just give me the damn phone!” Luke brought out his phone and handed it over to me. I grabbed it with trembling hands. “Brielle, if you need me to—” “I'm fine!” I snapped at Luke, scrambling to find a hiding place to call Valerie. A water dispenser stood at the rounding of a corner and I quickly went there to hide, moving away from Luke. I bit my finger as I waited for her response to the call. On the fourth ring, she picked. “God, Val! Where are you? I'm at your workplace!” “Brielle? I called in sick today. What's wrong?” Fucking hell
Waiting for the year I finally turn eighteen and finally getting the chance to do anything of my will such as; having sex and breezing in and out of a bar as much as I wanted, was indeed a long torture of wait. I had plans with Elijah. Sexual plans. I wanted to try the sexual things my peers discussed amongst themselves. There were so many of them. Blowjobs, fingering, tongue-fucking, and all of that. And only with Elijah and Elijah alone. However, Ace had snatched all of that reality out of my firm grip. I had lost it, the possibility of it ever happening drifting away. I couldn't believe that just a day in my life could change my fate so drastically like that and rid me of my long-life dreams. Life is so funny. Once we crossed the border of Brookline, I let yet another tear slip down my face, followed immediately by others. Ace, stationed next to the wheels and driving along Brookline highway, passed a handkerchief to me. I now sat in the passenger’s seat of Ace’s Rolls-Roy
My trembling fingers tugged at the hem of my dress nervously, contemplating on adhering to his command and let him take my virginity or, try for an escape. The only escape route was the floor-to-ceiling window overlooking the beautiful views of Brookline skyscrapers. And, the only way I could make an escape through that was by crashing into the window and landing on the ground floor below, which could result in a broken spine, a damaged brain, or even a demise. The door entrance wasn't an option either. It would be stupid to try for an escape through that. This was his house and he surely knew his house by every length and breadth. He would effortlessly fish me out of any corner I hide in seconds. My eyes watered. I had lost count of the number of times I cried today alone. Ace’s puzzled frown knocked me back to my senses and I realized I had been keeping him waiting. I also realized something else - the wine, silky nighties he was extending to me. “You can change into this
I backed away slowly, watching with a panicked look as Jasper approached me. He had a tiny frown on his forehead. He regards me from head to toe. Checking out my outfit. I've never had to wear something as expensive and exposing as this. No occasion prompted me to afford such piece, not even my extravagant 17th birthday party. I couldn't afford it nor could I afford the Jimmy Choo heels I wore to compliment the dress. Jasper wasn't stupid. Though, he knew nothing about fashion but, at least, he knew I should be in Chelsea, not several miles away. He knew I shouldn't be in an expensive restaurant and in this expensive outfit, doing God-knows-what. I swallowed hard. “What are you doing here? Is Elijah here?” His frown deepened as his gaze sweeps around the restaurant, expecting to see Elijah somewhere. I panicked, my brain doing a quick analysis of a lie I could come up with. Something that would ease me out of this mess, effortlessly. But, I came up with none except the one
Ace stepped before me protectively, keeping me out of Jasper’s reach as he sauntered into the room. Jasper now had his gun removed out of his holster, steady in his tight grip. I shivered. Jasper just caught me kissing not just anybody but, a criminal. The man he intended to put behind the bars. “Wow. What a pleasant surprise, Brielle. Does Elijah knows you are fucking a murderer?” Murderer. The words he had used in describing Ace even terrified me more. But, how was he right. Ace Reynolds was indeed a murderer. I'm sure the number of the people he had murdered was twice my age. And, I was married to him. I was the wife to a man who rendered a lot of people motherless, fatherless, childless, and even orphan. I let him kiss me. Irritation stirred a bile in my throat. “Maybe I should do you a favor and let him know.” Jasper fished out his phone, placing his gun in his other hand, steadily. Panic rose in my throat. No. Hell no! “Jasper, I—” “Leave, Brielle.” The command bur
I could ignore it. Swirl the stirring wheel and drive as fast I could.I should ignore it. I shouldn't give a flying fuck if Ace Reynolds died or not. Wasn't that what I wanted in the last 24 hours?For him to at least, die an untimely death so, I could leave the hell hole called marriage?However, I chose to remain in the parking lot. I chose to wait for Ace. My heart prayed that he made it out instead of the other way around. I pressed my palm together, foolishly praying that Jasper doesn't get him instead of planting those palms on the wheel and escaping Ace for once and for good.If Ace finally does any of those things expected of him as a ruthless mafia Don, I had myself to blame. It was I who saw an escape route and chose to ignore it.Finally, Ace Reynolds bursted out through the back door. Unscathed and breathing fine.It didn't look like he arrived from a building where bullets were flying around.Who was this man?Though, his shirt was stained but, I doubt the blood was hi
He wasn't breathing. His chest wasn't heaving. His body was stiff.My fingers trembled as they brushed underneath his nostrils to confirm again he was indeed not breathing.My first move was to reach for my phone to dial the emergency line. But, as I was just about to press the red “dial” button, a thought, vile and wicked, crossed my mind.What if I left him dead? Wouldn't it be easier to move on with my life and pretend we didn't happen? It was yet another chance to escape this hell hole. He wasn't breathing which meant if he was not placed on an oxygen bag in the next one hour, he would die.The thought of that made my heart skip.It seems heaven heard my prayers, presenting me with so many opportunities like this. And, out of all opportunities, this was the easiest.No one would come looking for me. I would need not to hide from anyone. It was liberation. A breath of fresh air.However, few hours later, I found myself driving to the nearest hospital, Ace Reynolds unconscious bod
I flipped my eyes open to a dark room and tired to a chair at the center of that room.It was minuscule with only a bulb hanging low above my end illuminating the room and a medium-sized table sat beside the chair I was tied to.My head still hurt from the assault earlier and I could barely manage to sit up and properly take in my surrounding.It looked like an investigation room however, it wouldn't be with both of my hands tied to the chair. I was abducted. Definitely.Few minutes later, a man, looking over 50 in casual wears, strolled in.He brought a seat along, positioned it before me and settled on it.I raised a brow at him, anticipating an explanation on why the hell I was abducted. The man said nothing and just took out a cigarette and a lighter, lit the cigarette and took a drag.“What the hell is happening? Who are you?”I finally voiced out, my voice hoarse. Had I being unconscious for long?The room was dark and had no window, I couldn't tell if it was already day or if