Dominic
"Why do you have to come home with me tonight?"
He bit the fleshy side of his cheek to stop his smile. Instead of feeling irritated, he relished the idea of his detka getting impatient with him. It was infinitely better than her being too quiet. This passionate side of her --with expressive brown eyes spitting fire-- was a turn on.
Damn! She was in a bad mood. His detka. Ever since they got inside the car, she scooted away from him, averted her gaze, and looked out the window. Her attention to the mundane scenery and her silent statement as loud as a thunderstorm.
The fact they had spent the best part of the afternoon lolling in bed hadn't sweetened her prerogative.
The GeneralAlecSonofabitch! No one escapes him. No one!He will have that cocksucker in his hands and will skin him alive slowly.Alec was boiling inside with rage. He had always prided himself on his astute perception of his surroundings. What happened was a blotch on his reputation. It wouldn't do. He will have his man.His tzar would want a piece of that cocksucking assassin. Alec would be glad to let Dominic play with the fucker before he made good on his promise.The general's mind might be preoccupied with planning but his outer countenance remained stoic and observant. No emotions showed on his face.His concentration shif
Trigger WarningRated 18+Please be guided.DominicThe thick chains hanging from the solid concrete walls filled the entirety of the room with synonymous sounds and rhythm of the chimes. Only this time, this signified death and not serenity. It was likewise fucking calming to The Butcher's salivating demon.Anyone who was observing him right this second will be mistaken by the way he carried himself.Too jolly and too relaxed. A thin superficial layer concealing the devil within. The one who enjoyed playing with the blood of the enemies."So, which one would like to go first?" His dark chuckles made all th
Dominic"You look like shit." He turned his head so fast he wouldn't be surprised if he had whiplash.What the...Tired eyes focused on the small diminutive figure standing a bit too cocky before him.The petite debutante entered the temporary master suite without knocking. Well, she looked more like an 8th grader than an 18-year-old college freshman with her tight ponytail, long-sleeved shirt, and cut off Levis, and a worn pair of converse. Her favorite ensemble.Years of practice kept Dominic's expression bland, used to his sister's outrageous personality. He raised his stormy grays to her delicate beauty, blue-violet eyes flashing with concern met his and she flipped her palest of blond hair. "I am fairly s
Beau"Aren't you tired of sleeping? You should wake up. I want us to become friends. We can go to an amusement park. I have never been to one and I hope you could show me how fun it can be to ride a roller coaster. Or a big octopus. I also want to win all the stuff toys on all the shooting games we can get our hands-on."She had never been to a carnival. Was her first coherent thought. Then the biggest migraine she had ever experienced made it difficult to open her eyelids to look and speak toher.Whoever she may be.There's a constant throbbing in her temple that had somehow disturbed her deep healing slumber.Healing?Disorientation was never a good feeling.Slender an
BeauFuck!Getting shot at was a bummer. And if there was one thing she hated the most, it's being coddled.Her independent streak was rearing its head. She had sworn to poison Dominic with belladonna if she could her hands on one.Two whole weeks she had been confined to this bed. The wallpapers had made her dizzy from staring at it all day. She had memorized every pattern she could decipher, even made equations. And answered them in different ways.And there was one more thing that aggravated her the most. Those fucking pain killers had her knocked out all the damn time!She and Dominic had barely spoken, other than civilized questions -the usual good
DominicThis fucking stupid manhunt was killing him. He needed to be with his detka. It has been days and he fucked up. Big time.Making things right should be his goddamn priority. The remorse and guilt he felt every time he held her in his arms while she slept was eating him alive.He was aware she was confused by his actions and most likely hurt. It was never his intention. These were new emotions he needed to figure out on his own.The insecurities, damning, was eating him alive. How to tell her he was sorry? Because of his arrogance and carelessness, she almost died. He had not forgiven himself for what had happened.He and Alec will wrap this up and go home. He
BeauThe private pool in the villa was heaven. Refreshing. Lizzie has assured her soaking in the warm water all day was safe enough. Beau's bullet wound has healed considerably but she was restricted from lifting anything that's over two kilos.That's bullshit. She only agreed to ease the doctor's worry. Early morning, she took advantage of the gym's amenities and it has done wonders for her recovery.A semblance of guilt was nagging at her conscience but she placed it at the back of her mind. Where it belonged.I bet you miss Dominic.Hell no! Why should she when she was enjoying herself?That traitor pear
DinaraThird day at Disneyland. And most probably the last. She had made sure to make it their best yet.Nothing would ever change. That Beau will be married to her brother soon was an irrevocable fact. She had denied it all the time, fought the idea tooth and nail yet her eyes and her body language said otherwise.So what better time to plan all of this than today? Away from the watchful eyes of Dinara's father, her brother, and her cousin Alec.Innocent she might be, yet she was not. Long had she been influenced by internet porn sites. She had known what the fuss was all about.Though she hadn't committed the act, her mind and imagination were no longer pure like w