Third person POV.
The man rose to his feet, his eye dimming as he tried to watch closely and know why David Truman was
here.
Who doesn’t know the man?
Typically, America’s top personnel. But then… he wasn’t only that.
David Truman was Helen’s ex-lover.
They had arranged for Helen to marry Peter. Though the marriage had worked, Helen found out the reason they forced her into that marriage.
However, before the truth became obvious to Helen, she already immersed herself in that secret relationship with her college ex-lover, David.
Peter usually lamented how Helen sneaked away from the house to spend the night at David’s place. So, David knew much about Helen.
Maybe everything about her.
The formal lord of the underworld which was Helen’s father was on the verge of transferring the power to the whole of Sokolov clan through Helen’s husband, Peter, when death suddenly knocked on his door and that swept the underworld in a state of chaos.
Men began hunting for Helen. To claim her. And of course, Helen’s daughter came into the picture.
It was in the midst of that struggle for power that Helen found out the truth about her life.
She found out, Peter didn’t and would never love her. Yeah, men like them don’t love. They only take women as their slaves.
Therefore, she wanted a way out. They don’t
know how she did it but suddenly, her daughter was out of the picture.
It was in the midst of torturing Helen to reveal where she had kept the girl that the shits of that night went down.
Blood…
Screams…
Grunts…
They watched it all as it transpired. They weren’t there. They were just in Europe whereas Peter was Helen’s husband.
Peter fucked up big time, you know.
No, Peter, Helen’s
husband and the father to the dead or missing daughter the mafias are looking for, was just an ordinary man who loved to play casino. He loved to gamble and one night he fell into the mafia’s traps.
He lost a bet and he was forced to pay by working for the mafia…by acting as the perfect suitor for Helen.
Even after he messed up… the mafia still kept him with them. He was going to pay one way or another.
He failed on Helen’s mission. He might not fail in another. Besides the man has fully taken an oath to serve the mafia.
Them or his life.
As the man standing a few meters away from Dame high school thought of the shitty things from the past…he grunted.
There’s a war going on now.
Only the girl will be an end to it, that’s if she’s
alive.
So their mafia clan needed to get her first before anyone else.
“Are you there, Alexi?” His brother’s voice
shook him away from his thoughts…
He turned around, clearing his throat.
“Yeah…I was a little lost. What were you saying?”
While Alexi drowned in his conversation with his brother, Anton, David’s car slid out of the school and demurely rolled through the slightly crowded streets.
He blended smoothly with other cars…and by the time Alexi turned around, he couldn’t find David no more.
Shit! He cursed under his harsh breath.
He wanted to know what the man could be doing in the high school. The last time he checked…David had no child.
Is it some kind of coincidence?
Alexi stood under the sun for minutes longer, getting his white skin tanned.
After moments of no signs of anything, he turned and left the surroundings.
That information must surely be fake. He should get back to his hotel, bathe, order a room service and visit some brothel.
Work without sex…he tsked, it doesn’t work for him. Not at all.
And like that, Alexi blended with the crowd.
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Vera
Sage and I weren’t together during the math class. It’s Nick and given he’s highly smart and finds unspeakable pleasure in numbers and codes, he takes pleasure in listening as the math teacher rattles on and off about whatever.
I don’t do good in any of these things. Trust me, practical things are what I love.
Acting.
Swimming.
Skating, you name it.
But all these theoretical shits? It ain’t my thing.
The thoughts soar through my mind and I wondrously yawn and nestle my head on my desk.
It didn’t take a moment for my mind to begin a quick re-cap of the scenes from yesterday…
The touch.
The kiss.
The Jack off
The squirt.
Holy…hell…just…fuck, just thinking about it is making me this high?
Oh, I don’t brag when I say the man has power over my body.
It surprises me how that’s
even possible but it doesn’t
annoy me. I literally, I love it.
I curl my thighs together tightly to hold it in. To stop the cries of desperation wanting to tug from my lips.
It gets to an unspeakably high degree that I need to excuse myself, leave the class and pad down the hallway.
As I try to step into the ladies, I hear the shrieks of moans and… skin beating together.
I turn to leave but the voices I hear make me stop.
“Oh…Sage…I’m cumming.”
I widen my eyes at the realization. Jeez, I thought she was in her art class.
Damn, my BFF isn’t ever going to change. I see.
The urge to bring a distraction to them like Irene did to us last night takes over…
I skid closer, holding my hand around the knob carefully, tightly.
Then, I swing the door open and there…
A woman… not a student quickly breaks away from Sage’s body.
She fumbles around, dragging her skirt down. She bends forward, gathers her white thong up and adjusts her shirt.
It’s crazy to see this but…
The woman I’m looking at is…literally the new teacher.
I look closer and there I see it.
She’s the new coach for our swimming team.
Omigod. Sage’s banging the new teacher?
Still rattled to the bones, the woman hurries over and shoulder passes me with red cheeks. I look behind her, watching to know what must have attracted Sage and I see the perfect
globes of her ass. Round. Pert. Perfect.
I grin at how ironic everything is. Our formal coach was banged by me.
Now, this new one is already having her pussy rode on Sage’s.
Exactly how many days has she spent in this school?
“You’re typically a killjoy.” Sage allows through clenched teeth.
I slip in and shut the door.
“What was that?” I ask, almost breathless. I mean, it’s hot.
So a female teacher can go to such levels? I think and smile.
“Me fucking our new teacher. Was just tasting the grounds to confirm it’s okay to stand on.”
I scoff. “Tasting it with your…” I pause at the last word and stare. Sage only shrugs.
“So you weren’t able to get the blonde?” I ask referring to the girl she fucked on the night of our prom.
Sage sighs. ” I’ve tried getting her to love me but instead she tells me she loves her boyfriend more.”
By now, I already rushed into the last stall, the very place I liked to pee and released the contents.
By the time I’m back, Sage already finished adjusting her hair. She looks rejuvenated and bright.
With her incandescent smile on, she turns to me and spews. “So, the best way to heal from the rejection…is by getting myself back to my usual life.”
She gets her bag off the sink and I follow her.
“That’s quite sad.”
“I know right? She should have told me earlier than letting me fuck her mindless.”
Her sad words make me feel bad for her. Sage has always wanted to have someone there for her but one thing or the other keeps getting in the way.
“Forget about her, Vee. Tell me about last night. What did he do to you?”
Jeez, her sudden question makes warmth to spread through me.
The forbidden, that’s
what we did but I decided against telling her that.
“Nothing. Just scolding…”
“God, I thought he had locked you in the attic. I would have called the police if he tried it.”
I chuckle at the seriousness
on her face.
It’s free period by now so I suggest we head to the cafeteria.
“Vera…” Nick’s voice calls out to me, making us stop.
We throw him a glance over our shoulders as he closes in on us.
Nick smirks evilly as he peers down at me and asks.
“So how was the seduction last night, Vee?”
Omigod, why is he being so blatant?
Color warms my cheeks and Sage’s question
makes it increase.
“Who seduced who?”
She trades glances between us, and Nick grins.
To be continued…