A MAFIA ROMANCE
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"Mrs.O'Rihley take your clothes off"
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The wedding ring forced onto her slim finger and a new life thrown into her arms. Kiara was just in the wrong place;at the wrong time.
Lucien O'Rhileys lust for...
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JOHN POV
Not long before we finished our book shopping spree, I forced her to return home. I Suggested a game of chess and she called me a 'old timey fuck', But agreed to play.
But she grumbled and complained the whole time "how the fuck do you even play this?" She's say every time I knocked over one of her pieces.
"Why does he hate me so much" she sighs moving her chess piece and knocking over one of my knights, picking it up and tossing it to the side."I'm not sure he hates you, Kiara, he's just... he doesn't know how to act towards you. People don't stay close to him for long, ever. Well except you" I smile as I knock over her king.
"Checkmate," I say, knowing I distracted her from protecting her piece."You fucking Cheater" she smiles, pushing up with her hands on the table, getting up before smacking me lightly.
"Fuck you, you cheated"she said, shaking her head. "I'm done playing games with you." She teased as she put her hair up into a loose bun, "I'm going to go to bed, thank you for spending the day with me, just because I had said you cared about me doesn't mean—"
"Don't thank me"I say, feeling guilt pool in my chest and begin to bubble up my throat. Kiara's eyes flash but she doesn't say anything, jsut blinks those wide innocent eyes at me and nods, before she pretends to look down at her watch. "Well anyways look at that, bedtime" before she made her way to the stairs and walked up towards her room.
When she was out of sight I felt my smile fall, felt the anger and guilt built in me as I stared up at the ceiling.
Anger at myself for allowing Lucien to go through with this madness, guilt for the way she thanks for me things that she shouldn't be thanking me for. She should hate me, hate all of us.
Fuck. Fuck. I couldn't let Lucien do this to her.
I grit my teeth as I make my decision and I stand from my chair and make my way to luciens office.
When I knock and enter, I bristle at the sight of a a hooker sitting on his lap, her head buried in his neck.
"Sir, I need to speak with you," I say folding my hands behind my back because although im his right hand and best friend, it doesn't mean I get to disrespect him.
"Go ahead then" he grumbles while the half dressed slut turned her head to look at me, thinking that her pathetic ass might get a threesome.
Dumb gross bitch. This blond bimbo is disrespecting this house.
"Alone," I say looking at her, who then looks at Lucien with doll eyes filled with submission like she was waiting on his every dime for what he'd tell her to do. "Get the Hell out of my house then" he growls at her, and exactly as expected she she quickly grabbed all her things and scampered out the door.
