LOGINBRITTANY'S POV My heart started to beat rapidly all of a sudden. Oh God, what the fuck was this? Why was she here? Wasn't she away or something? Ahh…Ria said Zayne sent her away but I didn't actually believe that. But, was it true then? I mean, she actually did stay away all this while. Was she back now because Zayne was away? Why the hell was I scared of her? No, I wasn't scared of her. I just didn't want to get stabbed again. “I can't believe this. Look at you sitting here gossiping, and idling away. Shouldn't you be waiting tables huh? Like the good little slave you are?” As usual, every word out of her mouth was bitter, and cruel. I inhaled sharply. I really wasn't in the mood to trade words with her. I would rather return to my room. Besides, she might be hid
BRITTANY'S POV This bitch! When did she even get out of her clothes? Seriously? “You sure have a lot of energy after all that tour.” I mumbled angrily as I folded my arms across my chest and glared at her. She giggled and splashed water at me. “Come on, you can join me. It's a fucking jacuzzi and it's big enough for two people.” She replied. I snorted, “No thanks.” I said bitterly. She splashed water at me again and pouted. “Please? We haven't seen each other in forever. We took baths together all the time, remember?” she said. I let out a sigh and shot narrowed eyes at her. “You know, sometimes I believe you're in the closet and you just use taking a bath together as an excuse to touch me. Do you get orgasms that way?” I snorted, teas
BRITTANY'S POV The tour was amazing. I had no idea if Diego was being extra accommodating because Margie was here or because he was trying to make me feel better after falling sick. That was what I was thinking as he took round places in the club I had never seen. It wasn't just a club here. The club where I worked and Zayne lived was actually an underground club and it was the heart of the Zayne's operation. Even the club itself was large and it was a small part of the group which was basically one enormous estate in the middle of New York. The tour took hours and even after several hours passed, we hadn't seen everything. Margie kept exclaiming and squealing every time she saw something that she thought was impressive. Diego talked us through how great Zayne's estate or mansion or whatever one would call it wa
BRITANNY'S POV Margie was dumbfounded and she was impressed for some reason at the same time. “Oh my God, You are literally dating a Mafia Don! This is like a dark romance series or something. Where do I subscribe to get my own Mafia Greek god? The guy who brought me here will do.” She said as she giggled. I frowned, “How did you go from sympathizing with me to shipping us? Dating? Did you listen to anything I said?” I asked, a little irritated. She let out a sigh and took my hands in hers shaking me slightly. “Let's face it, you're never getting out of here.” She said, I scoffed in disbelief. What the hell? Did she just say what I think she did? How was that going to make me feel better? She smiled mischievously. “Right, you're not a fan of
BRITTANY'S POV I started to feel uneasy. I had no idea how long Margie was going to stay. Even if Zayne brought her here because he wanted to make sure I stayed and he could have something over me. Would he take her away after some time or what? Did Margie even know that she had literally been kidnapped as well too? I mean, no one could have told her…right? I should ask her, but knowing Margie, she probably wouldn't mind as long as I was here. I smiled as I remembered how she always told me that we will always be together, that she would follow me wherever I went because we were family now and we only had each other. “You must have had a hard time, huh?” She murmured, as she ran her hand over my hair, giving me small pats like she always did. It used to anno
BRITTANY'S POV Too much light. That was the first thought that came to my mind. And the first thing I saw when I opened my eyes was the same damn ceiling I have been staring at forever. I turned my head slightly to the side, as I noticed the IV linked to my arm, the beeping machine – whatever it was called – and a slightly buzzing headache. He didn't take me to a hospital? I scoffed mentally. Typical Zayne. Where was he anyway? I wanted to see him. Stupid Britanny. After everything he did to you, you still want to see him? How did I even go from hating and loathing the fact that I might like him to wanting to see him immediately after I woke up from a coma? How long has it been anyway? I managed to sit up and that's when I saw the person sitting in the seat beside the bed, asl
ZAYNE'S POVFor the first time in my life, I was confused. I was pissed off as well, but the anger I could relate to.I was always angry, though I never showed it. The confusion was a first for me.I was confused as to why her tears made me react the way I did. Seeing her crying made me uncomfortab
BRITTANY'S POV Penny already got everything I needed for a bath ready, so when we got to my room, all I had to do was step out of my uniform and get into the tub.I must have spent more than an hour there and I even fell asleep because of how exhausted I was and how nice the water felt.Penny woke
BRITTANY'S POVIt was ridiculous. That bitch literally controlled everything. Zayne didn't seem like a simp to me but who knew how he acted when he was behind closed doors with Barbara?This was all her way to keep on Zayne's girls. As if she was telling us to know our place and not even dream.But
BRITTANY'S POVZayne didn't say anything for several seconds. I was beginning to fear that he didn't believe me and expected him to blast my brains off any moment from now.He would really kill me, I told myself. Penny said it was what he did best. And I wasn't about to test that theory.He was qu







