Second Chance

Wedding Night

The wedding ended.
Sylvia was left alone as Harry came inside with a pure smile. He looked innocent that no one could ever find out that he had ill intentions. Like they say appearance deceives.

"It is getting late, let's go home"

"Hmm but I'm busy now, you can follow my bodyguards to the Carter's hotel I will pick you up "

"Okay"

"Follow my bodyguards he will keep you company"

"Yeah see you"

Harry left like as his back faded in distance.

"May we Mrs. Carter?"
The bodyguard behind her said with his utmost respect.

Guess she would have to get used to it but she preferred Mrs. Evans.

She entered the Carter's brand car as the chauffeur drove in silence. He looked at her pitifully but dare not to talk when Harry men's were there. Sylvia didn't understand what he's saying.

But before she could ask, they had arrived at the said "Carter's hotel".

Entering there, she realized that she had entered the wrong place. Even though it was dark people could still it was different from a hotel. It looked like a brothel. She couldn't find her bodyguards.

Then she turned around to find her way to the exit but she was lost like a lost child in a forest.

She quickly called Harry but his phone was switched off. Then she felt something was amiss. Her heartbeat became more faster.
It was as quiet as a graveyard and much worse, it was dark.

She thought about Harry.
Was Harry lying to her all this while about his feelings?. She felt heartbroken again. If he was, then she was really a dumping sack. All this seem to link to him.

She decided to use the washroom to see if she could find anyone.

But on her way there, she bumped into someone.....

Then she met the old strange man that had been smiling weirdly at her on her wedding.

She felt afraid just looking at him. He looked dangerous but his old face hid it. Then Sylvia came to think of it why did Harry have such scary friends.
It seems Harry is not clean as his appearance.

"Sorry! Grandpa"

"Don't worry about me dear I'm getting old" he said with a chuckle. She helped him to stand up.

"Oh I hope you are not hurt anywhere Sir"

"No I'm not, you are Harry's wife right?"

"Yes" she answered shortly.

"What are you doing here in such a dangerous place"

"Dangerous place!" Sylvia thought. "But Harry said this was the Carter's hotel, he never mentioned anything about dangerous. Why's this man making things look different?"

"Nothing I'm looking for someone"

"Okay follow Grandpa" he said with a devilish chuckle as he took a step forward.

"Uh" she took a step backwards receiving a evil vibes.

"Yes follow Grandpa"

"D-Don't come near me!" she yelled.

"So stubborn"

Soon few hefty dangerous men appeared in the darkness.

"W-w-what do you want?" She said moving backwards.

"I want youuuu haaaa"

Seeing the tattooed men behind him, she ran to the only hiding place that was available - washroom.

"Don't think you can escape cause you're mine tonight"

Hearing that, Sylvia locked the washroom door as she leaned against the door listening to the old man's yell.

"Get her! don't let her escape" he said as a murderous look flashed his eyes.

Soon the bodyguards kicks and blows was heard behind the door.

The way they kicked the door it seems like it was break at any time.

"Open the door!" They growled in anger.

Sylvia feared, she didn't want to sleep with that dirty old man.

Then she met a familiar young girl in the washroom.

Before she could speak, the girl said:

"Quick! go hide"

Then she felt a man figure hovered on her. He covered her mouth quickly and tightly.

Sylvia feared but the familiar scent gave her a sense of security. She didn't have any reason to fear feeling his presence.

It was his scent, she felt his presence.
"No it can't be him". she tried to struggled away but she felt dizzy all of the sudden and she felt her limp body carried away. But she heard the barging of the washroom door and a woman screams.

Soon Sylvia gained consciousness and realized she was in a room on a king size bed.

Looking around her, she thought she was alone in the room but could feel someone's presence.

Feeling frustrated, she yelled in the darkness.

"Who's there?"

Then the light were on. The king's of Mafia of the world stood right in front of her. He emitted a cold aura.

With shocked eyes, she muttered his name.

"Carlos!" It has been years since they met. He looked dazzling.

He looked shirtless exposing his fine abs and well sculptured body. He looked more manly and handsome with the serpent tattooes drawn perfectly on his huge muscles and back. He was perfect!

Crouching to her level, he said calmly:

"Let me expla...."

Cutting him shortly, she said rudely:

"You've nothing to do with me! just let me out"

"Listen to me first!" He yelled.

"No! I don't have any thing to do with a lier like you!" She said as she kicked him hard on his groin and attempt to runaway unaware of the danger outside.

"Ahhh!" He growled feeling the little pain. He was the king's of Mafia, he has never been kicked. She was lucky, if not she wouldn't.

He growled as he pulled her swiftly without exerting force.

"Let me go!"

"Be quiet!"

"I hate...." He crashed her lips like his life depended on it. Sylvia was kept shut as his tongue slid into her mouth forcefully.

He pinned her to the bed and stripped her.

"No! don't do this Carlos" she cried lowly unable to push him.

As Carlos forcefully touched her, her low muffled agony cries could only be heard.

On Sylvia's wedding night, she was deflowered by her ex lover.

Hi readers!
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