Another week had gone by, and nothing was heard from Anthony. It seemed like he had just vanished into thin air. Sandra's finger flickered as she typed his name in the search bar. Nothing important came up. The media had no new news on him. She looked up to the wrinkled forehead of her best friend. Her eyes watched as her friend's teeth dug into her bottom lip.
"Is there something you can do?" She questioned.
"This has to be some violation of human rights!" She persisted.
Her once jovial friend stared at her with the sober eyes of a pitier.
"There is nothing I can do." Her friend voiced out in a hushed tone.
Frustration washed over her.
"What do you mean by there's nothing you can do?"
"I mean there is nothing I can do. " She repeated as she dropped the contract on the table.
"why?! " Sandra cried in frustration. Her fingers wiped back the tears that dropped on her cheeks. Tanya was her last resort. She had tried every means possible, but it all seemed to fail. It was like the entire world had gone against her.
"Babe..." Tanya called out as she placed a palm on her arm.
She looked up.
"The Maven family has never lost a court case. Heck, they're hardly ever even sued to court. They control the entire country. I have never met anyone that could go against them. We all fear for our lives. A family with four great lawyers is not one to to with." Tanya explained.
"that is also why your father's death wasn't charged as a murder case."
" I know that, but there has to be a way." Sandra replied, digging her teeth into her fingers. There had to be a way.
Her eyes lit up as she thought of the best idea she could bring up.
"What if....." She said, pulling a finger forward.
"What if?" Came the question, with a voice of impatience.
"What if we run to some nongovernmental organization that deals with human rights. They could help... "
"that could work.... " Tanya pondered as she nodded repeatedly.
Sandra's smile broadened in victory.
"Except for the fact that Anthony's elder sister donates heavily to every NGO you can think of. Why do you think the society loves them? They give. And they just don't give, the give largely."
Her lips bent in a frown.
"your case would die, even before it was brought to life. No organization would want to lose their biggest donor. "
With little to no enthusiasm, Sandra pulled the cup of coffee to her lips.
If only she had chosen to study law, she might have stood a chance.
"I'm really sorry I can't help." Tanya apologized. "You know I really want to." She sighed.
"I get it."
"At least he's not always in your hair, plus your family is safe."
"safe?" Sandra scoffed.
"he always has his people around us. They're everywhere."
"well, they're not here now." Tanya replied.
"Turn around."
Tanya's head slowly spun, and her eyes widened as she saw a man with a tattooed face staring at her. He raised his finger, and passed a little wave. Tanya slowly reciprocated before she turned back.
"Why didn't you tell me he was here?!"
"It didn't sound like a good idea to me. " She shrugged.
"yes. It is totally not a good idea to inform your best friend that your 'owner' has a hitman watching her! "
" You would have chickened out." She shrugged again.
"Exactly why you should have told me!"
Sandra's lips parted to speak, but her phone's ringtone stopped her.
She looked at the phone, and then to her best friend.
"Who is it?" Tanya whispered.
"An unknown caller." She whispered in return.
"Take it."
"No." Sandra refused.
The phone rang thrice, and on the fourth time, she hurriedly shut it down.
Her palms placed on her chest, felt her racing heart.
"It could just be a random caller, right?" Tanya tried to soothe.
She did not respond. Her brain couldn't organize words properly. At least not yet.
"chill, girl. You're just on edge today. It could be your mom or sister calling you from a different number." She soothed again, in a lower tone.
Both sat frozen in their seats as the tattooed man walked towards them.
"You better take it," he warned as he dropped a ringing phone on their table.
With trembling hands, Sandra picked it up.
"Hello?"
"Turn on your phone." Came a mysterious voice from the other end.
The call ended immediately.
She dropped the phone on the table.
"Who was it?
"Definitely not my mom, or sisters." She replied as her fingers hit her phone's power button.
As soon as her phone lit up, a messaged popped up.
"Seven pm." Sandra read out loud.
"What?
"Seven pm." She repeated. "The caller said to check my phone. The message in my phone says seven pm." She explained.
" What does that mean?"
"There's only one way to find out."
"You're thirty minutes late!" Sandra screamed at the man, as soon as he arrived before her. Her palms molded into fists and she felt him scan her entire existence. How dare he keep her waiting for that long? "Turn around." Was that all he could say? "No." Her reply caused him to pull a hand towards his chin. A slight chuckle escaped his lips. "Turn around." He growled. With a grudging resistance, Sandra found herself bowing to the man's orders. "Too exposive." He commented. Sandra rolled her eyes. " It's my favorite dress." She proclaimed, tugging at the edges of her pink and white,long Caribbean dress. She felt it made her look like a princess. He had ordered her to dress in something nice,and she had done so. "I don't care. Get it changed." "No!" Right before Sandra could think of any other mode of action, Anthony's hands gripped hers as he tugged her into her - his house. The entire room seemed spacious, and empt
Pregnant? Wow... Sandra could not even fathom words as she sat at the table. "Congratulations,my darling." Came the voice of the elderly woman. Sandra looked up, and to her surprise, the woman was beaming at her. "Thank you." She calmly replied. Her hands stretched forward as she grabbed a napkin. She knew the game he was playing. With that announcement, she had to get pregnant, and quickly at that. Two could play at that game. "Where did you meet?" She asked. Sandra beamed at her. "It's of no importance, mom." Anthony quickly cut in. "It's no big deal, hun." She said, placing her hand on her supposed fiance's arm. He glared at her. " As a matter of fact," she started, turning to Anthony's mother. "We have know each other for over fifteen years. " "fifteen?" "Yes" Anthony quickly replied . " I'm surprised you don't remember her." He taunted with intense stares to his mother. "Oh,honey. I'm so sorry I can't recall who you are. Have we
"You wouldn't dare dump me in the trunk of a car." Sandra sizzled at the man who had turned his back to her. "Don't waste my time." He said to Dio, ignoring her. Dio pulled out a gun from his jacket, as he closed the distance between them. "Don't fucking touch me!" She screamed, shoving his chest. Dio chuckled. His long, large, tattooed hands grabbed her wrist. Her knee stubbed his groin. With a grunt, the butt of his gun clamped her jaw. Tears stung at her eyes as she watched Anthony chuckling at the side. Blood had made its way to her mouth. "Don't make it rough, if you don't like it rough." Sandra wanted to hiss at the statement. Reluctantly, she stretched her arms forward in submission. "Chain me, if you must." An hour had gone by when the trunk of the car finally popped open. Sandra's reddened eyes met with that of her master's. "Get her out of my car." He ordered. They proceeded to pulling her out of the trunk. In no time, she
"You're getting married?" Jordan asked wig a raised brow. "Yes." "Wow." He expressed, rubbing his chin. " I can't believe Francesca finally got to you " Anthony scoffed. "Francesca can go fuck herself in the ass. " Jordan gulped down the words tugging at his throat. He had honestly thought Anthony would find love in Francesca. He hated her,true,but she was compatible with his friend. Anthony needed someone who would always obey and agree to his decisions. "Who is she?" "The bride,I mean. Who is the she?" "Do you remember Caleb?" "Caleb?" "Caleb Martinson,my driver" " Oh,yes."" "His first daughter." "Why her?" "She's perfect." Jordan raised a brow in surprise. "It doesn't concern you." Anthony said, waving his worries off. "I need you there by 8 pm, at the central cathedral. This Saturday. Don't be late." He instructed as he rose to his feet. Jordan watched as he handed one of his men the paper and
"Francesca...." Sandra said out in a slow motion, feeling the name on her tongue. "You work for Anthony?" She questioned, scanning the lady's outlook. She did not seem like a worker. She looked like her own fucking boss. Her hair was spun in a bun, with two curly strands in front. Her nails were perfectly trimmed and painted. She was wearing a three piece suit, while Sandra was dressed in white. Plain white. The bitch looked like the fucking boss, while she looked like the assistant. "As a matter of fact, I do. I am his personal assistant." Great! Anthony's assistant just had to be the hottest person on the planet. It made her head spin. Who would see that beauty and not want to shove his dick in her ass? "Can we leave now?" She asked, pulling Sandra out from her trance. Her smile was intoxicating. Her accent screamed elegance, and Sandra could not help but feel stupid, naive, and unworthy. "Let us leave." She finally managed to reply. A guard pulled t
"Fuck! fuck! fuck! fuck! Fuck it!!!" Francesca screamed as she tossed the wine glass in her hand. Her right hand grabbed the cigarette in her hand with extreme force. "Fuck!" She cursed one more time, tossing the wine bottle across the room. The workers scattered in fear. Beads of sweat had built themselves on her forehead. Her palm wiped across her face as she pushed the smeared, wet hair backwards. She needed a drink. Then another drink. Then another. And the a smoke. She snapped her fingers. A cleaner walked forward. "I need a drink." She said, tapping the table as she rose to her feet. As she turned, she realized the cleaner had shrunk in fear and confusion. "What the fuck are you staring at?!" She roared at him. His Adam apple bulbed as he gulped down the saliva in his throat. "Get me a fucking drink!" "Which one?" The young man stammered. Her eyes narrowed at him in frustration. "Anything that takes pain away..." She groane
Yes! She wanted to scream yes. She wanted to feel his hands within her, around her. She wanted him on her. Her eyes squeezed as she imagined him on her. His large hands pinning her to the bed as he grinded her. Sweat trickling down his perfectly chiseled jaw as he moaned her name. His pink lips kissing her,right before his tongue made magic. His tongue.... She was sure it was beautiful. She knew it would work magic. The sudden urge to see his tongue rose up in her throat. She wanted him to tie her in cuffs,spread her legs and made creampie burst within her. Her teeth gritted each other as the imaginations flooded her. "No..." she ground out, biting her words. Her ears tingled as she heard a light chuckle. Her eyes slowly pulled themselves open as she turned to view his face. His full, pink lips pressed each other as his jaw clamped shut. Hadn't he smiled a second before? Sandra found herself tugging at her trousers in disgrace. The rest of the ride home was expec
D-Day. It was finally the day. The day she would become a Mrs. The day her surname would change. The day her life would change.She had anticipated that change for years,creating random images of what her groom would look like,what he would say and how he would act. She had expected a dream come through,and not the nightmare she was living. She had always wanted a wedding. The topic wasn't new to her and her mother. They both wanted an extravagant wedding for her. How silly it felt that most of their desires and aspirations would come through, but yet it felt like the most horrible day of her life. "You need to arc your back, Ms Sandra." The dresser stated as she pulled the corset tighter. Sandra felt her insides crumble. Tears stung at the edges of her eyes. Her palm quickly wiped the edge of her face. She wasn't sure what was causing the tears. She guessed some of the pain could be attributed to the corset,but she was sure a great deal of the pain came from her insides