Lahat ng Kabanata ng Shadows Of Perfection: The Mafia’s Prey: Kabanata 31 - Kabanata 40

Vaughn Keiran passed out just after he had his release. His cum is littered all over his body and a few droplets are on my clothes. Standing up on my feet, I let out a groan, taking a peep at his face. He looks too good for his liking and giving him a handjob gave me a boner. I want to go upstairs, but I can't move, instead, I tuck his now flaccid cock in and I zip up his trouser. It would be so weird if his workers come here and see their boss unconscious with his dick out of his pants. And I should probably take him upstairs to his room. I don't know the exact reason why I'm doing this, but I convince myself inwardly that it's just to repay him for saving my life, twice. “Jerk. I would just kill you.” I mutter and as I stand, I find myself staring at his face. He looks more peaceful sleeping. When he's awake, he just keeps running his mouth and talks nonstop. And rudely too. “And bury you in my backyard,” I add with a scoff and I'm met with silence. Keiran is sleeping soundly an

Keiran I should not have come here. I don't know why I agreed, but now that I'm sitting at this dining table, I regret coming to this dinner. I hate everybody here, from Reynolds down to Wren, who can't stop smoking so sweetly at me. I don't get what her deal is, and I still don't get why she is sitting close to me. “Do you want anything else?” She turns to face me, and my hold on my fork tightens. I feel the need to push the first into her eye and bring it out. Why does she care if I need anything? I force myself to shake my head before looking away from her. I had not eaten a bite of the food since we sat down at this table. I just keep fondling the food and as much as I like eating, I'm not going to eat Reynolds food.“Why are you not eating? Don't you like the food? If you don't, I will ask the maids to make you something immediately. Just tell me what you want?” Wren asks and I frown as she glues herself to my side. I glare hard at Vaughn, who gives me a sympathetic look. I swe

Keiran Vaughn was taking too long. I took an impatient look at my watch, tapping my foot on the ground and if I was tired, I would begin to walk around. Now where is Vaughn? I let out a frustrated groan when I saw Wren approaching, I swear, I tried to hide, but the witch caught sight of me and began to walk towards me. “Keiran,” She waved and she approached me. “Today is such a terrible day for me,” I muttered under my breath and I sucked in a deep breath. It was really a terrible day as I had to meet the man I hated the most and seeing what he did to Vaughn’s mother made me more angry. Why would he do that? That was such a terrible thing to do. And to his wife? I was not a good man. But I would never inflict pain on anyone for no reason. I only hurt people for a reason and for me to go as far as hurting or killing someone, it only meant that they did something unforgivable. But Vaughn's mother is innocent and he just subjected her to three years in a coma for no reason. “Keiran,

Keiran “This car costs so much but you're soaking it with your wetness,” I grunt as I dump Vaughn’s heavy body inside my car. I quickly rush to the driver's seat before I would get drenched in the rain myself. “Sh..ut up.” “Stay quiet and stop stammering like a fool.” I snap at him as I turn on the car warmer. I pull off my suit jacket, which I wrap around his body. He spares a glance at me and I keep my gaze on him, waiting for him to toss it aside since he's being so stubborn.After a while, he speaks. “Why did you come back? I never said that I needed you.” I scoff. But still, he came into my car. He would have just refused to follow me when I attempted to take him to my car. And why did I even come back? I should have just left him here to die. But if Vaughn is dying, I will be the one to kill him. Not some silly rain or cold. “I already told you that I will be the one to kill you.” I point out and his head leans weakly on the car seat. His body is wet and the car warmer is he

Keiran The most pathetic feeling ever is yearning to see the people that you can never see again. It's frustrating and it makes me feel so miserable. I see them every night, but they never talk to me and they never reach out to me. Each time I close my eyes, I'm drawn back to that night. The night where I watched them die. It haunts me every single fucking night. And the night that I don't see them, I find myself standing in front of a white door and Mom, Dad, and Kayla are always walking towards that door. I cry, I yell, and call out for them to come back, but they never stop. They don't even look at him. Do my tears not move them? Can't they feel how much I'm yearning to have them back in my life?? I miss them so much. I miss my family, I want my family back. I hate that I can't talk to them or hug my mom. I hate that I can't taste her meals again, I miss playing with my little sister. They were the only ones that I had and I hate being alone. I am alone. Years without them have