Life had taken a turn for the better ever since my troubled brother was incarcerated for life. However, one day, a sense of unease crept over me and my best friend as we noticed a mysterious figure tailing us through the bustling town.
"Ally, who's that man?" my best friend inquired, her voice tinged with concern. I scanned the area nervously, my heart pounding.
"We should get out of here," I urged, seizing her arm as we hastily made our way through the crowded streets.
Abruptly, I awoke from a disquieting nightmare, my screams ricocheting through the silent house.
"Mom, there's a man chasing me in my dreams," I gasped out, my hands trembling. She attempted to soothe me, attributing the tumultuous visions to my overactive imagination.
On one occasion, I inadvertently overheard my mom and aunt engaged in a hushed conversation, puzzling over what impending revelation they were deliberating.
Eventually, I mustered the courage to confront the enigmatic man who had been shadowing me.
"Why have you been following me? Who are you?" I demanded, my voice quivering with trepidation.
"I am Aleekie Smith," he disclosed, leaving me dumbfounded.
"You're the man from my dream," I whispered, the pieces falling into place.
The drama unfolded further as I crossed paths with a former boyfriend adamant on asserting control, his aggression escalating to a perilous climax when he brandished a firearm.
Feeling ensnared, I made a pivotal decision to extricate myself from the tumult, severing ties with everyone in a dramatic departure.
Amidst escalating tension and conflict, an unexpected source of solace materialized in the form of my father, ushering the narrative into an unforeseen trajectory.
To uncover the compelling trajectory of events that ensued, I urge you to continue reading. This is merely the entrancing prologue of the gripping saga that awaits. Don't forget to vote and comment!
"You can't avoid me forever Lara"
I chuckled "I'm ignoring you, you idiot"
"Is it?" he slowly came towards me and pressed my body with his. Now I'm crushing between wall and him. My God please save me from this psycho.
We locked our eyes, I saw his grey one. His eyes are filled with lust. I can sense I'm turning on but I'll never allow that.
While I'm thinking about how to punch him, he suddenly slip his hand under my night wear rubbing my right thigh up and down. I'm in dead shock that my body can't move an inch from where I was standing, scratch that I was being crushing by this monster.
He slowly leaned towards my ear, rubbing his lips below my ear and whisper "looks like you're enjoying my touch." I give him a big smirk making him confused, it's reasonable because he don't know my next move..
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Zanvil Makarov 25, Russian, cold and merciless Mafia king, play boy.
Lara Charlotte 21, daughter of Italian mafia Don, infamous assassin who everyone is afraid of.
Top one mafia king and top one assassin who is trying to revenge her friend death. Will her identity get reveal? Will these two savage people become 'Savage Couple'?
𝓛𝓮𝓼𝓼 𝓻𝓮𝓿𝓮𝓷𝓰𝓮 𝓶𝓸𝓻𝓮 𝓼𝓶𝓾𝓽 🔞
I'm not embarrassed to say that my first story is a cliche one.