Mrs.Drug Cartel

Chapter 44 david

What's mine, is mine
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Chapter 44

Kiara's POV

Tilting my head back, as water trickles down my hair and down my back in the same manner, any essence of the vanilla scented soap ringing out of my hair and down the drain while the sweet smell of strawberry body wash still sticks to my skin.

Turning the water off it stops, as I quickly open the shower door, a blast of freezing air enlisting me as I step out onto the shower mat, wrapping the flurry white towel around me quickly trying to absorb any of its warmth.

Blinking I look up, the foggy mirror standing out like a beacon I wipe my hand across it so the reflection becomes clearer as I drop the towel to my feet.

It's been a few weeks since I woke up, and I am not going to try to lie to say I feel okay because I feel like I had been hit by a bus. My body and my soul feels drained, run through with the dread of almost losing everything.

The bullet wound and resulting scar is left still red with a line of stitches that was just covered by my breast. the red circle Lucien father burned onto my lower stomach stood out like a target and I flinched as I looked at it.

I didn't ask about what Lucien did with his dad, and all I know Is that he is somewhere probably wishing he was dead. "Stop looking at yourself like that" the drum of his voice sent goosebump over my skin as I stood naked in front of the bathroom mirror.

It wasn't that I felt less beautiful, but like these ugly scars would now forever hold wicked memories for me. "Like what, " I said as I kept my eyes straight on the same pair that was staring back at me.

I felt the heat of his body as he took calculated steps towards me, eyes sharp and deadly as they stared at me though the reflection. My whole body came alive with tension at the presence of him so close to me.

"Kiara." The commanding pull of his voice had my eyes fluttering close, and I was helpless as he pressed his front against my back.

he was dressed lazily in black sweats and a grey shirt that cuffed his waist tightly presenting his obviously muscular figure, and he pressed every inch of my naked body against him. "Don't Kiara me, Lucien, I'm not in the mood," I growled spinning around and meeting him head-on.

he scrunched his eyebrows and clenched his jaw. "Enough the bitterness and tell me what the fuck is wrong with you."

He didn't just fucking say that.

I blinked once, and that was enough for him to sigh and look at me in apology as I pushed him off me, keeping my mouth closed as I walked out of the bathroom. As he called my name, following me as I walked into the closet.

Pulling out a white shirt I slipt it over my head, the thin fabric I quickly tie in a knot and tucking it in under itself so it's less baggy. pulling out panties I slip them on quickly, feeling Lucien behind me as he watches patiently. turning to face him I cross my arms over my chest, as his eyes watered down my legs and back up again.

I knew he was Kiara deprived and I have been missing him, as it's been close to 4 months since we have gotten nasty, and I don't even wanna dare to ask him if he fucked anyone while I was gone because I am too fucking scared to get an answer. "Don't fucking ignore me Kiara," he said angrily taking a step forward and I avert my eyes back to the clothing rack as I search for a pair of sweatpants to cover my naked ass.