Sleep had abandoned Macane again tonight, at this point he didn't know what a full night's sleep felt like anymore. His mind was haunted. Darkness everywhere. He didn't mind the darkness anymore; it lived under his skin and he breathed it into his lungs and bled it through his veins. He never pretended to be anything more or less than the monster all the other monsters feared but he was haunted by light, a single moving bright figure when he closed his eyes.
Even sitting in his living room, in his penthouse he could easily see her with all the shadows lurking around her as she moved her body to the loud music.
Macane's pity party was swiftly interrupted by his phone vibrating on the table next to him.
"What?" He answered abruptly.
"We have a date and time Sir" Murphy Macane's right-hand man continued.
"Murphy makes sure we won't have any surprises," Macane said as he sighed a relieved breathtaking a long swig of bourbon he had nursing in his hand.
Macane ended the call placing his empty glass back on the table, standing making his way over to the floor-to-ceiling wall that gave Macane a breathtaking view of the city. Now more than ever He needed to be patient, he couldn't let his composure slip so close to having her.
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AT HIS MERCY
RomanceSara O'Mally a ballerina out of luck turned stripper gets sold to the highest bidder that happens to be Macane desperate to make her his. He forces O'Mally to be his forever. Macane hates the world, Sara enters his life and shows him love and a lif...
