Rated 18+ He was a mysterious man who was in search of a woman known as Lucy, however he gets entangled with her look alike, aria, a criminal who was declared wanted by the public. In a bide to escape the cops, she ran into the wrong car, and found herself in the house of a mafia who mistook her for his sex slave.
The blasting of sirens could be heard everywhere as footsteps stomps the area. People around that segregated area went into hiding as gunshot filled the air.
The cops surrounded this area and communicated with themselves through a handheld transceiver (HT). They were securing the area searching for a notorious criminal whose face was unknown.
It was late at nights, and so they had to lit up the place just for them to be on the right track.
"You're surrounded!" The first cop blasted as he beckoned on his team to cease their fire. His eyes scrutinized the area as his keen ears were sensitive to any sound.
This wanted being had refused to comply, and so they had no choice than to shoot; however, the clever criminal was able to escape despite their constant shooting.
They had chased the criminal to this isolated area, which had different puzzling routes. However, the cops undeniably knows how to handle such cases.
There was silence for a moment where they stood as they waited for the victim of their wrath to step out from hiding.
Soon a grunt was heard and two of the cops crept towards where the noise was coming from, but unfortunately, they found no one there.
However, a clue was left behind, it was a trace of blood that could direct them to where the victim was.
Meanwhile, the wanted criminal who was injured could be seen dragging her legs with tears in the eyes. She had been shot in her lower abdomen and was bleeding profusely.
She had a bag in her hand left hand which she held firmly while the other hand covered the injury she had sustained during the chase.
Her chapped lips coughed out blood which she spit away, mustered strength to move and then took a glimpse behind her just to be cautious if anyone was following her.
She was going breathless, and tottering in her steps, that she almost tripped off at every step she took. Pains coarse throughout her body.
In less than some minutes, she definitely was going to pass out, nevertheless, this girl wasn't going to give up just yet.
Her boggy eyes fought to stay awake, as her body quivered. She could hear footsteps approaching her in numbers and got frightened that perhaps this was the end.
Footsteps drew near, lights began to flood her face. The dark place was becoming more terrifying with the lights appearing as she believed the cops had caught up with her.
Her world, spur open as echoes sang in her head, to her, everything was crashing all over her as her blurry vision made her halt. This girl's mind was void as she pants heavily.
She squints her eyes at the rays of torchlight that streams on her face, causing her stomach to twitch. This girl tried muttering a word but oddly enough, she fell to the ground, and the bag in her hand slipped off. Those nervous eyes of hers were still moving as she curled her feet on the cold ground.
She couldn't reach to the bag and just buried her head to the ground.
The only words her trembling lips could utter were;
"Help me"
Her lashes flicked and the only thing she could see before those eyes faded were pairs of boots approaching her.
***
"aria..."
"Aria..."
The serene voice she heard in her ears made her jerk up. Her eyes fluttered, and it took a while for her vision to become clear.
She pants slowly gazing around, and winking her eyes severally to get a hold of a vivid vision.
Those eyes of hers took capture of white walls and lights so bright that she couldn't see the person standing close to her.
Her eyes lowered to the spot where she was injured and noted that it had been bandaged. She was pale and shivering inside, wondering how she got to the hospital. Possibly, it could be the police. Her lips mumbled while her eyes blinked severally just to be conscious of what was happening.
"Wake up, we need to leave" the voice beckoned, and she shoved her face towards who was speaking. This person's voice had interrupted her assumptions.
She evaluated the person beside her who was in the hast, and out in the watch for anyone who would intrude in his operation. He was someone familiar and aria didn't see a need to freak out.
His job was to rescue this girl away from the clutches of the cops, once she regains consciousness. He had to dress like one of the nurses, and carry along a master key to release her.
Aria hadn't regain full consciousness, but she could tell she was in a hospital. She tried rising from where she laid, but realized her hands were chained to the bed.
"What's going on?" She muttered, weak and staggering in her speech. Aria was still feeling drowsy and trying to get a lucid understanding of what was going on.
It was obvious she was caught by the cops, and escaping was the goal now. However, her face has been seen, which meant she would be wanted by the public if she tries escaping.
"I would explain later, first you need to come, a car would be waiting for you outside, to leave..." The person reported, and she shook her head, attempting to understand what was happening.
"Drake...how did I get here..."
"Shh, the cops would soon be here soon, they have you under watch" he whispered, bringing out a key to unlock the handcuff that had glued her right wrist to the rail of the bed.
She nodded while her eyes watched him set her free, quickly, he brought out a dress from a mini box, tossed it to her just for this girl to disguise herself.
Her arms wrapped the dress and she scoffed sadly, glanced at the gown. The thought that rang in her mind was the reason why drake would hand her over this dress, but she shoved that t aside.
"How do we escape the cops at the door?" Aria asked, intrigued and Drake scoffed.
"We're criminals, we definitely know how to avoid them" he proudly declared, describing the car that would come pick her up.
Natalie didn't know how drake, and her boss had planned her escape, all she knew was that she could trust them.
"How about the golden eggs of Cleopatra? Do you have it?" He added, and she scoffed.
That was just all they were after, the eggs that almost cost her life. Her eyes mocked at him as this young man didn't even ask of her health.
"When I get out of here alive, I would hand it over to boss" she assured jumping down from the bed but then, she winced and almost fell limply to the ground, but drake aided her.
"You've got to stay strong Aria" he whispered assisting her to walk and she nodded while inhaling deeply.
Her body ached and her legs stiff to move. Yet, she was ready to run away from the grip of the state's securities with the help of her gang members who were just after the vital item she has.
"You're a creepy bastard." His eyes smolder me and his answering grin is nothing short of beautiful. Deadly. "Yet you hunger for me. Tell me, this appetite of yours, does it always tend toward 'creepy bastards'?" **** Widower and ex-boss to the Mafia, Zefiro Della Rocca, has an unhealthy fixation on the woman nextdoor. It began as a coincidence, growing into mere curiosity, and soon, it was an itch he couldn't ignore, like a quick fix of crack for an addict. He didn't know her name, but he knew every inch of her skin, how it flushed when she climaxed, her favourite novel and that every night she contemplated suicide. He didn't want to care, despising his rapt fascination of the woman. She was in love with her abusive husband. She was married, bound by a contract to the Bratva's hitman. She was off-limits. But when Zefiro wanted something, it was with an intensity that bordered on madness. He obsessed, possessed, owned. There'd be bloodshed if he touched her, but the sight of blood always did fascinate him. * When Susanna flees from her husband, she stumbles right into the arms of her devilishly handsome neighbour with a brooding glare. He couldn't stand her, but she needed him, if she was ever going to escape her husband who now wanted her dead. Better the devil you know than the angel you don't. She should have recalled that before hopping into Zefiro's car and letting him whisk her away to Italy. Maybe then, she wouldn't have started an affair with him. He was the only man who touched her right, and the crazy man took no small pains in ensuring he would be the last.
"Ahh!" She was in a moaning mess. She did not want to feel anything for this man. She hated him. His hands began to move all over her body. She gasped when he pulled down the back chain of her dress. The chain stopped at her lower waist, so when he zipped it off, her upper back and waist were exposed. "D-Don't touch m-ummm!" His fingers rolled around her bare back, and she pressed her head against the pillow. His touches were giving her goosebumps all over her body. With a deep angry voice, he whispered in her ear, "I am going to make you forget his touches, kisses, and everything. Every time you touch another man, you will only think of me." - - - Ava Adler was a nerdy omega. People bullied her because they thought she was ugly and unattractive. But Ava secretly loved the bad boy, Ian Dawson. He was the future Alpha of the Mystic Shadow Pack. However, he doesn't give a damn about rules and laws, as he only likes to play around with girls. Ava was unaware of Ian's arrogance until her fate intertwined with his. He neglected her and hurt her deeply. What would happen when Ava turned out to be a beautiful girl who could win over any boy, and Ian looked back and regretted his decisions? What if she had a secret identity that she had yet to discover? What if the tables turned and Ian begged her not to leave him?
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