LOGINLUCIANTrust no one.My father fucking loved that saying. And when it came to a world like ours, that was the best advice to receive and listen to.I honestly wished I listened to it more often.For the past week, Calder had become our lifeline. Not because Aiden and I didn’t want to—we needed to hear her voice badly—but simply because Calder loved doing this and we couldn’t bear to take it away from him.Every evening he would relay fresh information from Janice using the burner phone he had gotten for her—guard shift changes, Elias condition, the layout of this hidden basement if she wouldn’t be able to help us, and how Alexander was growing suspicious of her constant stalling.Apparently, she had told Alexander she wanted to kill Elias to get her revenge on me, because I wanted to kill her. An entire roller coaster. Her constant delay could only mean something was wrong. Alexander did not rise to the top of his career by being a fool.If he discovered her betrayal, that man might n
JANICE“Took your time today, didn’t you, Miss Kane,” Tam said the moment I walked into the training room the next afternoon.“I told you to never call me that name.” But the words didn’t come out the way I intended it to.Tam was leaning against the table, arms crossed, watching me with that sharp, assessing look he always wore. He just couldn’t wait to rip me a new one.“The announcer at your party called you Miss Kane and you didn’t say a word. I think it’s safe to say you’re Miss Kane now.”I rolled my eyes, used to his antics at this point. “Look, Tam, I need a favor from you,” I took a seat on the stool beside the door. “Well, Alexander got me a new phone recently and I need you to get me his number…”“No.”“No?” Was I not hearing right? “You cannot be serious.”“I am. You’re dealing with an organized crime lord who knows more than he will ever let on,” he said without stuttering. “Did you think he was a child? It’s stupid to contact your man using a phone Mr Kane gave you. You’
JANICEWith Nancy spending her time learning all about the countries of the world and ways to resolve their problems, I have breakfast with Alexander who’s sitting across from me. I just pushed food around my plate.“I cannot live like this anymore,” I said finally, setting my fork down. It had been on my mind since we started living here and perhaps it was time to bring it up for the second time. “I need a phone. This isolation is ridiculous at this point.”Alexander took a slow sip of his coffee, watching me over the rim. I expected resistance, but the older man smiled faintly and reached into his jacket. He slid a sleek looking gift box across the table toward me.“You don’t have to demand, Janice. I already got what you needed.”I opened the box to find the latest model phone sitting inside, all sleek and expensive. My fingers trembled slightly as I picked it up.“I was going to give it to you yesterday after the party,” he continued smoothly, “but you were… occupied with those me
JANICEWe wasted another twenty minutes in that gazebo.My body was still trembling, covered in sweat, cum, and some other things I did not want to name. The three of them held me close, hands stroking my skin like they couldn’t bear to let go. For those stolen moments, everything felt almost perfect.They were safe. And they were mine.Could I remain here like this and not leave? It was way better than the nightmare waiting for me back there.But reality was a bitch and she came crashing back.Aiden finally pulled away with a reluctant sigh. “It’s time to go. We’ve already pushed our luck too far.”There was no need to state the obvious.Calder groaned but nodded. He shrugged off his suit jacket and draped it over my shoulders. The fabric was warm and smelled like him—comforting and masculine. My ball gown was ruined beyond repair, torn and stained, and a quick look in Calder’s phone camera showed me my face was nothing but a mess of smeared makeup, tears, and blood… and cum. Oh good
JANICEI kept on running like my life fucking depended on it.The torn remains of the ball gown kept on tripping me up so many times it was a miracle I didn’t fall flat on my face, as I sprinted through the deeper parts of the dark gardens, heart slamming against my ribs. The gazebo. All I had to do was get to the gazebo and maybe… Well, I had an inkling of what would happen if those men got their hands on me. The gazebo was close—just past the rose bushes, half-hidden by overgrown vines. If I could reach it, maybe I could catch my breath.Maybe I could hide for just a few seconds.But I could hear them behind me. Those heavy footsteps followed by their low laughter. The three of them chased me like predators who knew they’d already won. This was nothing but a game to them.I was so close. My bare feet pounded the grass. The gazebo was right there… and then I was free falling. My foot caught on a root, causing me to trip hard, and then I crashed onto the soft earth with a startled cry
JANICEGot you, brother.I pushed through the door the masked man had disappeared behind, my heart hammering so hard against my ribs it felt like it wanted to fly out. It takes me to another dimly lit hallway, but with a door at the end that’s left ajar, cool night air slipping through.The masked man had gone to the gardens.Why did he go to the gardens? What’s happening there?I stepped outside through the open doors and into said gardens to find no one there. Alexander had some sort of gardener that came as soon as the clock stroke twelve every Thursday so it made sense that the place was so immaculate. The manicured lawns stretched out under moonlight, hedges casting long shadows. There are statues around, watching silently. I walked faster, the now heavy emerald gown swishing around my legs.“Where are you?” I whispered, searching the darkness. My skin prickled with anticipation and fear. Had I imagined the man? Was this another one of Alexander’s stupid ass tests.I moved deeper
JANICEThe office's kitchen was one of the best places in this building. Their coffee machine was to die for.The aroma of the fresh brew filled the space as I poured myself a generous cup, adding just enough cream to turn it into the color of caramel. Ughhh... I really needed it.Nancy had kept m
JANICEHow many times could one have an orgasm in a small ass fitting room?I was about to find out.My back hit the mirrored wall as Lucian devoured my mouth, his tongue fucking deep and aggressive, claiming every whimper I tried to make.My fingers twisted desperately in his shirt, knuckles white
JANICEAll I wanted was a quiet afternoon after the long morning I had, listening to Aiden talk with his investors during their call.Was that too much to ask?Because few minutes to the end of two o'clock saw Calder striding into my office without a knock, like he owned the place. Well, technicall
JANICEThe plastic grocery bags dug into my fingers as I stepped out of the store into the cool evening air.My shoulders ached.My whole body ached.I had spent the whole day staring at spreadsheets and pretending I wasn't constantly waiting for one or both of the men to call me back into that off







