"Not so fast dear. You don't want to miss out on all the fun do you?", The big masked man said in an ugly gruff voice.
His companions began to gather around him. They were five in number and their faces were covered in the same mask. Judging from the way they gathered around the big man he seemed like their leader. He pulled out his gun and stalked slowly towards our direction. Dad rushed towards us and shielded us with his body and the big man guffawed at the scene unfolding in front of him.
"Please don't hurt my dad!! I'm begging you" I screamed, wiping my eyes with my hands.
"Roselle!! Royce!! Get the hell out of here! Now!! Go, daddy's gonna be just fine", Dad ordered with an angry expression
The big man gave a loud hearty laugh and his companions joined him.
"Isn't this a very interesting family drama", he said with an unmistakable note of sarc
I ran faster and harder. Fatigue settled hard on my muscles and I could barely breathe but I kept going. My pretty dress was ripped in multiple places and blood and dirt decorated the once flawless fabric. My ankles were sore and red from the exercise and pebbles rolled under my feet, causing the joint to twist in an uncomfortable manner. Pain shot upwards from my sprained ankle to my whole body. I grew light-headed, weaker and tired with every single step. My shoulders felt as if I was carrying a concrete wall, an invisible chain tugged at my calves and my loafers threatening to bring me down to my knees. I pushed myself, recalling my father's pleading eyes when he asked me to run and determination set in. I limped forward. The days event kept flashing inside my head. How did we move from being so happy a few hours ago to being...... Bile rose at the back of my throat and for the first time since I started run
Time seemed to move with speed. It's been seven years since my arrival at the foster care and I can still remember the day I arrived like it was yesterday. I stand up from my bed, get my toiletries and head for the bathroom. Staring at my reflection in the mirror, I'll say I look exceptional for a fifteen year old. The splitting image of my mom or at least what she looked like when she was around my age. The prominent dark circles around my big blue doe eyes signified lack of sleep. I brushed my teeth and took a hurried bath. It was a general bathroom and I had to wake up early so I could get some privacy. Hurrying down the hallway, I slipped into my room, threw on some clothes and began to arrange whatever little possession I had.Today, my adoption process will be completed and I'll be moving into a new home. I must admit, I'll miss this place a lot even though I have no friends or even acquaintances. I clutched my locket on my neck
Adjusting to my new routine wasn't difficult. It turned out the Smith's were not as decent and respectable as they posed . I did everything a help would do and even more. The chores seemed never ending and Richard was a bigger pain in the butt. He tried forcing himself on me twice but I turned him down and that seemed to put me on his bad side.I would be beaten up, starved and made to clean up after their mess time and again. It was like reliving another nightmare. This time my body had a lot of purple and blue bruises to show for it.I was positive the Smith's were involved in a shady business. I had seen files with a weird logoof a monochrome skull in a bandana and two daggers placed in an opposite angle beneath the skull while cleaning Richard's room on countless occasions. At first I thought it was a research work project or something, until I noticed what a bloody creep he is.He was hardly at home and whenever he returned, he was m
RICHARD'S POV.I've never trusted that damn maid. She was adopted and the name 'Smith' was attached to her name by my father. I Know it's a cruel joke on his part or a smart attempt to keep our identity undercover. My real name is Richard Vladimir and myfather; Adam Vladimir has been looking for the Jackson girl for years now.About eight years back, my uncle Dimitri Vladimir, head of the Vladimir clan and boss of the most notorious and feared Russian syndicate entrusted a job to my dad. It was nothing new, just an order to wipe out the Jackson's for treason. That night, our men had handled everything as expected but the girl managed to slip away. Since then,we've been searching for the Jackson girl but she seemed to have disappeared completely and all our efforts were futile.
RICHARD'SPOV.The drive from my house to Dimitri's was a long one and throughout the drive, my thoughts were fixated on our most recent consignment. It was long past due for arrival and Dimitri was already running out of patience. The damn old man was too smart and unforgiving and the only reason he let papa get away with his many mistakes was because we were family."Boss? There's a call for you",one of my men said and handed me the phone."
RICHARD'SPOV.The anger of how things went down at Dimitri's was still fresh in my veins. That sick old disgusting bastard knew damn well how to rile me up, I needed to get things under my control soon and right now, I was so stressed out and couldn't focus on anything.I arrived home shortly and headed straight for the study, my personal haven. Finding the door to the study open again didn't go unnoticed. That maid was too stupid and very foolish. How could she think, she would sneak in and I wouldn't find out. She was definitely calling for trouble and this this time, I would certainly know if she took the bait because I had installed cameras two days ago and watching the footages seemed like a good way to lighten my mood after that bastard Dimitri ruined it.I scanned the top of the desk, the shelves and pulled out the drawers, everything was in place; exactly how I had left it. I put on my laptop and o
RICHARD'SPOV.The conversation turned out better than I had hoped. She was a good liar and an excellent actress. Too good for a seventeen year old and if I hadn't seen those footages, I would have believed the bloody bitch!!"Boss?"Nikolai my most trusted and loyal man interrupted."Высделалито,чтояпросилавассделать?",I asked.{Have you done what I asked you to?}"Да,сэр.Камерывидеонаблюдения
RICHARD'SPOV.I arrived at the scene a few minutes ago and watching my men kick and beat her up was entertaining. She was in a terrible shape, dragging her bloodied body on the wet concrete, looking for a way to escape. I stepped in front of her, blocking her path and she lifted her head, opening her swollen eyelids slowly. The look of shock and disgust present in those blue blazing orbs of hers made my body tingle with excitement."Where are you going to baby doll?' you look very bad."I mocked."You know, watching you search my study and trying to escape through the window was fun!!"I said, squatting to maintain eye contact with her.I grabbed her swollen face and