Ones Temptation

NIKOLAUS

I stole a glance at myself in the mirror before grabbing my blade and putting it in his pants. Black skinny jeans, black shirt, black leather jacket. I burn it all after anyways. I put a cigarette between my lips and walk out the house lighting it. I get into my black tesla and drive to Arabella's. I left the bracelet and picture on the floor under a mound of clothes. I make sure I have the next gift and drive over.

She left for Amora's a bit ago but I wanted to make sure I wouldn't have any chance of getting caught. I pull up a few cars away from her house and get out with the bag. I walk into her yard and find the open window. Not fucking safe, but I make sure I close it even though she reopens it. I throw the cigarette on the ground and stomp out the fire before climbing into the window.

I walk to her coffee table and put the bag in the center facing the door. I leave the letter propped on the bag. I smirk and climb back out the window grabbing the cigarette that's hanging on my ear. I put it between my lips and head to my car after shutting the window. I get in quickly and drive off heading to the building the girls always begin at. Me and Lucious will disturb their plans tonight just to piss them off.

...

I pull in and see Arabella setting up for their first task. Red spray paint, a paint respirator , and a ladder. Graffiti is the most innocent thing for her. She's gone as far as death. This is nothing to her. I watch from the window as she looks at Aurora. She hands her the supplies smirking.

Fuck.

Just as Aurora opens the can Lucious pulls up. He honks his car before getting out and making his way to Aurora. Dumbass. I get out behind him taking a second to light my cigarette. I grab him by his shirt and pull him back before he can do something stupid.

"What the fuck are you guys doing here?," Arabella asked, opening a beer.

"I'm stopping Aurora from doing your guys stupid shit. You guys can go down. But I won't allow her to go with you guys," Lucious bites walking to Aurora.

He gives her a look causing her to stop in her tracks. We all look at them. Aurora bends down as if she was gonna put everything down and surrender before spray painting the word 'Dickhead' on Lucious crotch and stomach. I smirk. Amora and Arabella laugh. Aurora smirks then jumps down from the ladder stunned with herself.

I land a clap on Lucious back.

"You don't order her dickhead," I smirk before taking a long drag from my cigarette.

He rolls his eyes and looks at Aurora. This time she puts everything down. She takes her bottom lip between her teeth and chews on it. He has a power of her that no one will ever understand. But she holds that same power over him.

Arabella walks up to me and Lucious. Her dress rises past her mid-thigh. She eyes me and Lucious before shaking her head.

"Why the hell are you guys following us? Don't you guys have some girls you need to pay child support to?," She eyes me when she says her last sentence.

I smirk.

Nope. I haven't fucked anyone since the last time Arabella was in my bed. I just make it seem like I'm a man whore.

"Nah. I wrap my little friend. You're a hands on learner right? Let's go to my car I'll show you," I wink.

"I'd grind against the cement before ever fucking you Nikolaus," she smiles saying my name as it's some kind of poison.

I let out a chuckle before shaking my head.

"You're a bitch," I bite out.

She covers her mouth.

"A bitch you'd love to fuck," She winks. "Now leave before I carve an 'A' into your arm so you never forget about me," She smiles moving her hand slowly up her thigh bunching her dress at her waist.

She has already marked me.

I think about the small scar on my stomach. The memory of the day coming back to me.

I run to Arabella when I hear her scream. I hide behind a wall when I see her crouching down guarding her face from her father who holds a knife. I see his arm start to fall quickly and I charge out in front of her covering all of Arabella. The knife comes down and slashes my stomach.

"Boy! You fucking basterd get out the way!," he yells pushing me out of the way.

At the age of 9 I was bigger than most of the kids in my class. I reached the shoulder of my male teacher. I was the person everyone feared. No one wanted to be around me afraid that I'd hurt them. Except her. She knew I would never hurt her.

I quickly run back to them just as he grabs her arm and push him off of her. I pick Arabella up and run into her arm shutting the door. I lock it behind me and lay her down. Her eyes fall to the hole in my shirt that's drenched in blood.

"Niko. . .you're bleeding," She whispers, running into the bathroom.

She comes back with a wet rag and some wrap. She orders me to sit down and I listen. She sits next to me and cuts the shirt off of me. Arabella was 8 and already had to take care of herself. She applied the warm towel to the cut before she wiped her face. I moved the hair out of her face to see what happened.

Her cheeks were bright red and tear stained. I put my hand on her cheek and allowed her to lean on it. She looks up at me. Her hazel eyes meeting mine. I tip my head down and plant a soft kiss to her lips.

Her first kiss. My first kiss. Our first kiss.

She smiles, her cheeks turning red. She quickly returns her attention to the cut. I smile at her. The mark being my reminder of the girl I was to always protect. The girl who was my star.