• April 28, 2021

Billionaire’s Baby Warrior (Chapters 1-3) FREE READING 😉😇❤😘🙌

Blurb:

When she must pay her dad’s debts…

My mom pauses. And she sobs?

“K-Karen?”

“Mom? What’s wrong?”

“I-It’s dad…and…our company.”

“Alright. Dad has just run away. A few hours ago. Listen, baby. Your father has taken loans from sharks. MAFIA! From the…Big Boss of Mafia. Daddy hasn’t paid the loans. I didn’t know about this. Our company AND ALL OUR ASSETS are going to the Big Boss. Tomorrow morning. First thing in the morning. So, we are alone, baby. ON THE FUCKING STREETS! WITH NO HOUSE! NO MONEY! NO COMPANY! NO NOTHING!”

“To whom do I owe the pleasure of your,” he’s measuring me with his lustful eyes from my feet up, taking his time, speaking in a husky male voice, “spectacular and full of action presence, Miss?”

He’s following my moves with his stare, smiling.

“To my father, Mr. Cobrin. I’m the daughter of Mr. Slade Gregory. Karen Gregory. I’m here to talk about the supposed loan and how to pay it back.”

175 million dollars. 175 million dollars? 175 million dollars?! 175 MILLION FUCKING DOLLARS?!

How am I gonna get that kind of money? JESUS! DAD! WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU DO WITH THE MONEY?!

Genres of the book: Billionaire Romance, Curvy Girl Romance, Mafia Romance, Dark Mafia Romance, Possessive Alpha Males, Strong Female Lead, Contemporary Romance, Romantic Comedy, Action, Comedy, Suspense, Mystery, Thriller, with a HEA.

*This book contains language and mature themes. Suitable for +18 audience because of that.


Billionaire’s Baby Warrior, by Andra-Cristiana Stan, Romania. Copyright © April 2021. All Rights Reserved

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This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents either are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.


Chapter 1 – The Rebel Is Here…

Karen

He has just taken me in his arms, bridal style, and I’m so fucking dizzy that I can’t see him, yet his body heat is calming me down from the cold shivers that are paralyzing my body.

I’m shaking my head and squeezing my eyes shut and open to be able to see. I’m pushing his hard as concrete chest with my right hand to put me down, feeling his drumming heartbeats under my hand, but I can’t speak as I’m almost fainting. My breathing is so fucked, and I’m in a fucking major panic attack right now as I’m completely powerless at this point.

He’s walking with me back to where the cars are. I think he’s looking at me, but I can’t see a damn thing. It’s dark outside and with me having a blurred vision, I’m like a fucking blind person just seeing contours.

“You’re safe, Karen. It’s not a stranger. I’m Cole from earlier. I was going home and saw a Ferrari on the side of the road, with lights and everything on, but without someone inside. I knew it was you, so I stopped.”

He’s in his husky voice, all wet himself from the rain, keeping me tight on him. But he’s not cold at touch like me. No. He’s fucking burning.

What?! And this should make me feel better?! YOU’RE THE WORST OF THEM! FUCK! AMONG ALL OUT THERE, IT HAD TO BE THE HEAD OF THE FUCKING MAFIA?! MY FUCKING NEMESIS! YOU’VE GOT TO BE FUCKING KIDDING ME RIGHT NOW!

I know I’ve got a shocked expression at him. He chuckles.

My head gets the final blow of dizziness, and it falls at my back, with a clench on my heart.

Oh…. Fuck… No…. Please… No….

“Karen! Wake up!” That’s all I can hear before I completely lose my conscience….

Let’s rewind a bit to the start of events…. Shall we?

“These damn exams are…. Karen! Oh. She’s answering the call….”

My bestie, Clara, is rolling her eyes and smokes her cigarette aside, watching the pouring rain and hectic thunders on the night’s sky outside our dorm.

“Shut up, Clara. It’s mom. Hey mom! What’s up? I swear I’m still a virgin and no boy has touched me. Ha!” I’m smiling from ear to ear, though she can’t see me. But I’m happy I went first this time around without the aggravated questions on the topic.

Clara rolls her eyes at me and puffs. She’s not a virgin anymore.

Yeah, she’s a roller of eyes whenever she’s displeased with something.

I’m, too. But I don’t do it that often.

My mom pauses. And she sobs?

“K-Karen?”

That’s not good. My mom never sobs, never cries, never wears weaknesses.

What the fuck is happening?

Panic washes my face and fires my eyes. Thunders plummet the sky, like a punishing God. The correlation fucking scares me. First time in my 21 years of life. And I’m a fucking fighter. Nothing scares me.

“Mom? What’s wrong?”

She’s pausing. Long pause. Longer pause. Sobbing is ongoing. My heart is getting the thunders and my brain is circling in horrors.

“I-It’s dad…and…our company.”

What? I don’t get it. Dad? Company?

My heart has just wheeled in pains.

“What do you mean? Mom? Please. Calm down. Take a deep breath and explain it to me. Okay?” I cast a glance to my watch. It’s almost midnight. And I’m one hour away from my home. I’m with studies in campus. Law school. Sophomore.

She exercises breathing for a few seconds. Clears her throat. Clears her throat again.

I’m losing it. But I’m masking myself in front of her ear, though Clara sees the reality and flickers her cigarette aside and rubs my back, murmuring ‘what’s happening’. I wave my hand at her to shut up. She purses her lips in worry and glues her ear on the phone to hear it, too.

“Alright. Dad has just run away. A few hours ago. With his fucking mistress! Okay…. Okay…. That’s not the important thing anymore. Listen, baby. Your father has taken loans from sharks. MAFIA! From the…Big Boss of Mafia. Daddy hasn’t paid the loans. I didn’t know about this. Our company AND ALL OUR ASSETS are going to the Big Boss. Tomorrow morning. First thing in the morning. Daddy stole all the fucking cash and jewelry we had in the house and eloped with his mistress, but not before telling me to take care of myself and you, too. To see what I can do as he’s got no ways to solve matters anymore. He ran away, as next on the list for him is to be butchered Mafia style, and he had no choice. So, we are alone, baby. ON THE FUCKING STREETS! WITH NO HOUSE! NO MONEY! NO COMPANY! NO NOTHING!”

She’s just burst into a hysterical cry.

I’m…shocked? No. That’s an understatement.

Dad? Involved with Mafia? Big Boss?

No. That can’t be. It can’t be. Not true.

My throat builds up a ball that is suffocating me. I can’t breathe. My heart is erratic.

My brain is living the horrors.

The thunders are bloody.

The rain is flooding. I’m…fucked.

What do I do now? Mom needs me. She’s without solutions. She called me. She has put her hopes in me. What can I do? Wait. I have shares in the company. I have rights. I wasn’t asked. I-I….

From my dropping mouth that almost hit the ground and bulging eyes in despair, I’m now frowning in a warrior stare, contracting my jawline at refusal, with my chest burning in a charging bull breathing.

I’m a rebel. I’m a fighter. Nobody fucks with me or my mom! And dad? He’ll be punished.

I swallow the ball to my blazing stomach, take a deep breath, and regain my warrior at General level Zen state. Yeah. I’m transformed. Just like that.

Big Boss? Mafia? I’m coming. I’ll fuck your estate. TONIGHT!

“Mom? Stop crying. Go and rest. I’ll handle it. When I’m finished, I’ll come home. Don’t worry. Don’t call me. I’ll be just fine. Love you.” And I end the call.

“Karen! Are you crazy?! Do you know who’s Big Boss in Mafia?” Clara is freaked out at me, grabbing my shoulders, shaking me to look into her concerned eyes. I’m set in my madness. It’s not madness. It’s my natural state and reaction.

“I don’t care, Clara. Let go. I’ll not come back tonight. We’ll speak over the phone. Announce my departure over urgent family problems.”

I yank myself from her grip and inch with angry steps under the hellish storm, soaking me, to the parking lot where I have my black, brand new, Ferrari that my daddy bought me. I guess it was a goodbye present from him. It’s on my name.

I’m in a pair of skinny black jeans, a dark blue top tailored to my body over the bottom, a black trendy leather jacket within my waist, with a pair of ankle length black flat boots. My wavy, dirty blonde hair is loose over my shoulders.

“Be careful! He’s cruel! And a billionaire! He’s powerful, Karen! You’ve got no chance against him! Please!” Clara is screaming her lungs out at my back as I’m distancing, and rain is dipping my hair and clothes.

It’s a cold rain, but I’m so fired up that I feel nothing.

 I’m not skinny, nor fat. I’m curvy. I’ve got a good, hot, strong figure. Dad has always wanted a son. I am the son. I’ve got an average height.

My mom is ravaging my phone in calls, yet I ignore it. I storm in my car, all wet, licking the rain drops from my lips, raking my fingers through my hair to remove some water, slam the fucking door, and start the fucking engine. Once I start the engine, music is surrounding the car and the most perfect song in the given situation is playing. It’s Lose Control from Keri Hilson.

Let’s lose control and fuck some mafia dude…. He won’t take my mom’s life’s work. That’s my mom’s! My dad is a fucking weasel. I’m so fucking ashamed to be born through him.

I hurricane the car from the parking lot and aim home route. But I’m not going home. Oh no. I’m going to the new home. I’ll fuck the Big Boss and take back what’s mine.

My mom stops calling at some point as she knows me. I’m unstoppable. Plus, I’m her only golden card at this point. That’s why she called me….

I’m making calls to friends to tell me where I can find at this hour the Big Boss.

Halfway into getting in my city, I find out all about him and where he is. He’s apparently young. 29. His name is Cole Cobrin. Also known by C.C. He’s a mogul on papers, but a ruthless Mafia in the underground.

My friend said that paparazzi are always hunting him down as he’s like an idol at face, but like a God in built. She continued with he’s every woman’s dream. She even moaned while she detailed that. And he’s in one of his VVIP clubs, with a bunch of his friends, as she’s forever stalking him without luck to her wants.

I generally disagree to people stalking, as it’s bad, but I’m so damn thrilled I’ve got such a friend.

I’ve got location and all intel about my prey. C.C. is going down tonight. I don’t give a damn on how ruthless he is, and for sure I won’t stay and see how everything falls apart because of dear-oh-daddy.

When I reach in front of Corsica Luxor Club, followed all the way here by the upset storm, I break the car with a screech of tires as if I’m at a drifting race.

 I’m a mad woman.

My blood is pumping my veins.

My brain is on a bad bitch mode.

My stare is a fucking bad omen.

My lips are curved in a devil’s smirk.

I fish out my lunatic black leather gloves with cut fingers from the car as I’m going to rock my attitude, and not only.

I stop the engine eyeing with fury the bouncer who’s a Godzilla at the entrance. He’s eyeing me in return as my car shouldn’t be parked here, yet I don’t give a fuck, and I step down the car, oozing an Alpha stance, grimace and stare, slam the door to my car, activate the alarm on it, shove the keys into my jacket’s pocket, and with confident and full of strength steps, I inch to the entrance of the club to get myself inside in my own rebel manner.

The Rebel is here…. You’re Mafia? I’ll show you Mafia. I’m the least impressed or scared. I’ll show you my mother’s son, C.C.. You talked and signed with dad? You’ll talk to me now. Oh yes.


Chapter 2 – Is He Threatening To Kill Me Now?

Karen

“Miss? Your car shouldn’t be here. Please, take it in the parking lot.” The bouncer is in his strong attitude, but eye-fucking me from head to toes with a sexy smirk. No, he’s not ugly, but he’s annoying me.

“I’m sorry? Did you say something?” I twist my head at him and cock my left eyebrow.

He’s smiling, bobbing his head at my attitude.

“Your car, Miss. Please. Then you can…”

I’ve just smashed his face with my right fist, sending him some steps aside, all dizzy. I throw my chin at him.

“I’m here with Mafia business. C.C. is waiting for me. Next time don’t dare to look at me like that. Or you’ll receive more than that. Step away.” I push him aside and kick the door open with my right leg with all my might.

So we start, son of a bitch. It’s not enough what you have. You needed my wealth as well. Not happening.

Yes, my friend told me exactly where he is, which room, and all that. I’ll make my way up there, releasing some angst meanwhile.

Oh! Come, boys. I haven’t had such a party lately. Actually, some months have passed…. Ha-ha! I’ll show you cruel and ruthless when you touch what’s mine!

I’m inside, music playing at some loud levels, grooving the place, people not seeing what’s happening as they’re either drunk, drugged, or just hyped on dancing and feeling each other while simulating dancing body waves.

And I’m myself dancing under the flashing lights in semi-darkness, boxing and kicking with my legs left and right on my way bodyguards who seem to have been announced by the front door Godzilla that a threat has just entered the premises.

I glade in rapid and with velocity moves, with the bad omen smirk on my lips, all wet on hair and on me from outside, with a killer-rebel stare, through around twelve towering and muscular men that have the mission to stop me.

I’m upstairs, approaching the door to my beloved C.C., flexing my neck and shoulders, grinning with satisfaction as the security is eating the floor downstairs, all passed out.

If we’re playing Mafia, why not. Ha-ha!

I’m in front of the door that has the main gangster inside. I lean my head aside and widen a bad bitch smirk, ball my hands, contract all my body’s muscles, and I kick the door open with my right leg with such force that I slam the door on the wall.

Inside there are four guys, arrested with their surprised stares and spiked eyebrows at my sight. They are sitting, all with some fascinating male beauty and ripped in muscles. Alpha males. Dressed in some expensive tailored made suits. All young. No more than 30 by their looks.

Well? Which one of you is C.C.? I can’t really identify him as none of you is ugly to rule out and have the Big Boss in sight.

They are smirking at me as I step forward in my Alpha bad bitch mode, wandering my eyes at them. I must look like a fucking lunatic right now, but I am.

“Which one of you, sirs, is Big Boss, Cole Cobrin, C.C? I’m here for him. Can one of you point me into the right direction, pretty please?” I’m smirking, snaking my head at them to see which one has the curtesy to help me identify the right person.

One of them chuckles. He’s a jade eyes dude with a marvelous messy brown hair that looks so damn sexy on him. No, I’m not aroused or something, but they sure look like some fucking hot Gods. If Clara were here…. I don’t even want to know. An orgy would probably be on the horizon between her and all of them. Yeah. Anyways….

“Miss? Who are you?”

I’m crossing my arms and take a gangster stance at him, throwing my chin, with my rebel smirk. The rest are silent, scanning me with their smirking stares.

He’s in a devilish smile to match his raspy voice. No, they’re not scared by me.

“I asked a question first, sir. I expect an answer, not a question. And you didn’t ask one, but two. Please, use your reason, have manners, and answer to my politely asked question. Big Boss, Cole Cobrin, C.C. Who’s the guy among all of you? I’m sure this is the right room.” I’m waiting, chewing from my inner cheek, bobbing my head and for sure boxing him with my stare. My heart is humping my chest from the earlier effort. But I’m so damn fine.

The guy looks at another, and I’m following his stare to the guy who’s looking at. It’s a blue eyes heartthrob, idol face, God built, waves of raven-hued hair in an angelic style, perfect and so fucking Alpha in his all. His eyes are playing some stars on ocean at me and a whisper of a smirk dances on his lips as he’s leaned on his chair like an almighty lion. He’s in a black three piece suit with a dark blue shirt, no tie.

Big Boss…. Gotcha….

“Thank you for pointing out, sir. Now. Before I repeat here with all of you what I did with the security all the way here, please, step outside and leave us alone. We do need some privacy for a while, if you don’t mind. It’s personal. Thank you for your understanding.”

Big Boss is signaling them with his head to go, not taking his piercing eyes off me, blooming a smug smile in the corner of his mouth, sipping some whisky from his glass, and crossing his right leg over the other. The others stand up and go, all checking me out with some sneaky smiles and sparkling eyes. I’m in a sort of trance-stare at C.C., rolling some horror scenes with him in my mind, matching them with my cold smile.

The door shuts behind the last one. Well, sort of shuts. I kind of broke it.

“To whom do I owe the pleasure of your,” he’s measuring me with his lustful eyes from my feet up, taking his time, speaking in a husky male voice, “spectacular and full of action presence, Miss?” He’s back to penetrating me with his twinkling blue stare, leaning his head to his left at me, with same Alpha, but relaxed on his back, stance.

I grab the chair across him, without taking my bad Alpha stare from his, turn it around and sit on it, with my elbows on the hem of the chair and hands resting crossed in the air, straight with my back, and chin up, chewing from my left cheek. I’m confident in my all as indeed nobody can touch me without paying for it.

He’s following my moves with his stare, smiling.

Smile. I’ll fuck you in a second.

I’m in an ordering voice, the kind that doesn’t take no for an answer.

“To my father, Mr. Cobrin. I’m the daughter of Mr. Slade Gregory. Karen Gregory. I’m here to talk about the supposed loan and how to pay it back. It has just reached my attention from my mother an hour ago. There’s no way you’ll be allowed to put into action what you have announced for tomorrow morning. You’re not permitted to touch either the company, the house, the bank accounts, or any other asset. I and my mother have half plus one shares in the company and nobody asked for our consent over the presumed loan. That’s my mother’s work, sweat, blood and tears for years. Now, if my father indeed took money from you, I demand a new plan of repaying it back. And to show my sincerity and seriousness, I have my brand new Ferrari outside, that is on my own name, to give it as an advance.”

I grab the car keys from my jacket and throw them on the table in front of him, but he’s unfazed by them, just staring at me, smirking, in a heated-up attitude, biting his lower lip.

Silence. We’re battling in stares. I’m waiting. My heart is so fucking my chest right now as I don’t know the amount of the loan or how I’ll pay it back. But I sure need some time to figure things out. In the few hours till morning, I can’t do anything to get the money. If my father flew away, it means it’s an astronomical sum.

He cocks his head at me and smiles, drinking his whisky in one shot and slamming his glass on the table, not taking his sexy ass stare from mine. I don’t flinch.

“Miss Gregory. First. I’m not a charity. I always invest my money legally. I’m clean. I remember the business with your father. He took 175 million dollars from me last year for a real estate chain project in New York City.”

What the fuck are you saying?!

175 million dollars. 175 million dollars? 175 million dollars?! 175 MILLION FUCKING DOLLARS?!

I’m so fucked… How am I gonna get that kind of money? JESUS! DAD! WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU DO WITH THE MONEY?!

No, outside I’m the same in front of him. But inside it’s a fucking cataclysm as you can imagine. Like, what the fuck?! My brains have just smoked out, my heart is getting some punishing heartbeats, but I’m controlling my breathing. I need to keep myself strong and on same level with him.

He’s studying me, moving his smirking face for a few seconds, leaning his back on the chair again. I’m waiting for him to speak further.

“He didn’t pay back more than three million. There’s no project built on site from all that we discussed to have as a joint business. So, I need to recover some of my losses, which through all of your company, bank accounts, assets, and even your Ferrari, don’t add up to even ten percent of the remaining debt. And I’m not talking here about profits or interest, Miss Gregory. I’m only talking about the main investment.”

I speak without delay right after he has finished, with same heavy tone.

“Give me options, Mr. Cobrin. My father has eloped. You can kill him for what I care at this point. Neither I nor my mother will hold a grudge against you after what you have just informed me.”

He chuckles and moves his head in disbelief at me.

“I know. He’s a weak man. He likes to screw women and pay them royally. I’m sorry to tell you that. And I’m not a man who wants or loves to kill. I had my people talk to him and solve this in an amicable manner several times. His answer was always the same. He needed more time. I took his spending info and saw he distributed the money to hookers, friends asking for help when he was in some club drunk at night with some bitch on his lap, and on his heavy gambling in casinos. You see, Miss Gregory, I’m not a bad guy. I just conduct business and expect fair play from my partners as I give.”

I can’t fucking believe how he portrays my father…. I know he has bad sides, but that? No way. Though this guy is sincere in all he says. I can see that. I feel like yelling and crying for the hit and betrayal I and my mom are taking because of him. My heart is trembling in pain and my neck is pulsating all the way to my brain. I’m feeling so damn hot right now that I’m kind of suffocating. But I’m covering my state in front of him.

“Options, Mr. Cobrin. I can’t accept taking the hit because of my father’s stupidity. You have my word I’ll pay the money back. Just give me reasonable options. I’ll stop my university studies and work at the company on the project until it’s finished. I’ll get money from other places to do that. I’m not my father’s daughter. I’m my mother’s son. I’ll prove that to you starting tomorrow morning. Two months. It’s all I need.”

Of course I’m playing Alpha and I’m sincere in all I say. The only thing that I’m not sure about is if I’ll manage to earn that kind of money in two months. What the fuck. It’s 172 million dollars for crying out loud! But I won’t give up. I must find ways to deal with the shit my father splashed on me and mom, and the shame he summoned upon us. I now understand why my mom got so weak. She knew the amount….

He penetrates me with his excited blue stare, sighs and grabs my car keys from the table. He throws them at me, and I catch them effortlessly, making him smirk and twist his head. No, I’m not afraid or move in a fidgety manner. I’m fucking Alpha. One without fucking money, but anyways. My stare is same rebel and penetrating one at him.

“You’re something, Miss Gregory. You’re indeed not your father’s daughter. I don’t know your mother, but I’m certain she’s proud of her son. Go home, relax, and wait for my call tomorrow. We’ll set a meeting to talk about the specifics. You’ve got your two months. I’m curious on how you’ll do it though. But…”

He’s got a sneaky smile on his lips, cocks his left eyebrow at me with a burning in desire stare and a breathing that moves his chest. He’s fucking turned on at me.

“At the end of those two months…. Miss Gregory…. If the deal is not sealed and solved…. I won’t take only what I would take tomorrow morning. I’ll have you added to that list. Just to be clear.”

Is he threatening to kill me now? What does he mean with that?


Chapter 3 – What Is He Doing?!

Karen

I frown at him and narrow my cold killer stare, leaning my head to my right, flaming under my nostrils.

“Develop on the part with me added to that list, Mr. Cobrin. I don’t quite understand. I don’t take well threats or disrespect. If you mean to kill me, you’re dead by my hand. If you mean to fuck me, you’re dead by my hand. Just to be clear, Mr. Cobrin.

I stand up from the chair, straight in stance like a pissed lion, fixating my stare in his glamorous, lustful stare as he’s laughing under his lips. I slam the fucking chair to the side of the table, and give him my back, walking to the door in the confidence of an Emperor.

When my hand is on the door’s handle, without turning at him, just my head a bit aside, but not having his sight…

“I’ll wait for your call, Mr. Cobrin. I’ll solve the problem by the end of those two months. Oh! And add to my tab the thirteen bodyguards I used to show my way here for their tonight’s pay, and the cost to replace this door. Ah. And the main entrance door. I fucked that one the same. But I always pay my debts. Nice doing business with you.”

And I open the door and step out the way I walked in, slamming the door at my back.

The three guys are on the corridor, all smiling at me, but I freeze them with my bad bitch stare, roll my eyes, puff and don’t stop my steps until I’m out to my Ferrari.

The storm is more ferocious than when I came. Exactly like my heart, soul, body and mind.

Perfect reflection.

 I get inside the car, slamming the door. I start the engine while I’m having another battle in stares with the bouncer who’s got the marks of my punch on his face, and I’m grinning at him with a wink. I roar the car at maximum, and then drive away with a dangerous U-turn on the spot.

I’m a rebel, what the fuck. I’m crazier now than usual. You can’t condemn me. For what has crashed on me, I think I’m entitled to circumstances this time. 

How the fuck am I going to get the money for the project? It’s not small change. FUCK ME!

I’m driving the car with speed through the storm that has declared war between sky and earth. It’s my war now. Thanks to dad. I hope I’ll never see his face again. From this moment on…my dad is dead to me. To send us to Hell and him to go into escape and pleasures with his mistress? I’m an orphan from my father’s side. I only have a mother to love, respect, protect and be there for her. I don’t give a fuck on me. I must get our belongings back and restore our pride, no matter the means. I won’t fucking rest for two months until I’ll pay the guy his money back. The fuck I know how, but consider it as done. There’s no other way….

While driving my car, flushed with thoughts from each corner of my life until now, adding the new events, considering what I should do, reflecting over the Mafia guy, acknowledging how dangerous this situation is, I begin remembering a dark, very dark, moment in my life, being flooded with the roll of events from start to end from that dark event before my mind’s eyes.

My fucking heart is bleeding, my breathing is under a panic attack, my brain is trembling, my jawline is clenching, my lips are shivering. I realize tears are cascading down my cheeks. The wave of sickness from my stomach that is conjuring a pool of saliva in my fucking mouth makes me stir the wheel to the side of the road and break the car in a squeal of tires.

I get down the car without stopping the engine or music or closing the door. My feet upon touching the wet ground and my head and body receiving the whipping rain drops, punish my knees as I feel weak and I kind of lose balance. But I run to the side of the road, to the now open field, until my knees break, and I fall on my fours…and start throwing up badly, all shaky and crying….

When I was four…I was kidnapped. Ransom was asked for my life. One million dollars.

I was in a near park to my home with my babysitter. She was killed on the spot when they grabbed me and shoved me in a black car that to me, at that age, seemed like a fucking tank. She was…26 when she died…trying to protect and save me. She fought the three bulky guys with black masks with all she had. That’s why she was shot to death. Four gunshots. And all that happened under the eyes of my four years old person….

They took me to I don’t know where and kept me locked for a week, giving me only food and water. No change of clothes, no nothing. I had a room with a bathroom. They were bad mafia, from a low level, the kind that took drugs and would fight among themselves.

My mom summoned all police forces and…didn’t sleep even one second until she found me. My dad was unreachable…for that whole week.

No, they didn’t do anything to me per se. Like touching me or harassing me. No. But they sure were scary, and the way they kidnapped me while I was screaming my babysitter’s name and crying…. And then my mom’s all the time while I was away from her…. I wish no parent or child to go through that. Yeah. And no babysitter….

When I grew older, after lots of therapy, as mom sent me to the best doctors to recover mentally, I asked her to send me to self-protection classes as I was still marked by the event and I so fucking hated to feel weak and unable to fight back. And she did, after consulting with the doctors.

At ten years old, she enrolled me in as many such classes as I wanted. With each day, I was stronger, I was more confident, I was transforming. I became a rebel. One with the force of a man, and the skills of a master. I became Alpha. But by doing this, I had to shut off the memories and feelings of the past. To balance myself and reach calmness and inner center of power in my being. And I did. I’ve never felt scared again, and I promised my mom then that I would become her son and protector against anyone and anything, no matter what.

And here I am. That’s how I was able to beat the shit out of those bodyguards and fuck doors, solid ones, with one leg hit. I’m a black belt now in several such sports. And I did other stuff as well when it was needed, reason for me being a rebel sometimes. Though I shut off my past, it never goes away. It’s there….

And tonight, it came back just now. I’m scared again.

I’m still throwing up with the rain soaking me up and sending chills down my spine.

Several cars are breaking in a loud noise as I hear, but I can’t look at who they are as I can’t stop throwing up or my shitty state. I’m getting dizzy.

Someone is coming to me from my back, but I can’t move. I’m crying on silent, throwing up, and trembling my bones out. I’m with my hands planted on the wet mud to not go down. I’m forcing myself to not pass out. I can’t pass out. I’ve got problems to deal with…. My mom needs me strong…. She’s got only me to rely on….

It seems to be a man as I manage to see his shoes with a shaky turn of my head in his direction. He’s silent and I feel a jacket something being placed on my back. He’s now extending at me a handkerchief. I can’t look up as my head is spinning. He seems a towering man and so big. My vision is already a bit blurry.

Who the fuck is he? And I’m so fucking weak right now…. But he seems decent, not a threat….

He doesn’t say anything, just has the handkerchief in the air for me to take it. His jacket is so fucking warm on me, helping me to gain some warmth as I’m so cold.

“T-Thank you…. I’m fine…. I just…need to regroup myself.” I’m barely able to take it as I don’t even fucking feel my hand.

I’m attempting to control my crying. I see he’s wearing a dark blue shirt and black suit pants. Everything is expensive on him. Yet, I still can’t raise my eyes further and see who he is.

I seem to have finished throwing up, but I’m dirty on my hands and legs from the wet mud. I wipe my mouth with the handkerchief and I’m having a tired breathing with my heart beating like I’ve ran for miles without stopping. My left hand is still on the ground as I can’t move.

With every move I make with my head, I’m hit by dizziness. I go back with my right hand on the ground, and from my very awesome on all fours position with my head down, trying to breathe, I address the guy with my last speaking strengths.

“Sir? Take your jacket and please go. Thank you for your kindness. I’ll take a moment and will go my way. Don’t worry. I’m not drunk. I’m just having a stressful time lately. I’m…sorry for your handkerchief though….” I’m shaking my head as I’m losing my sight.

Oh! Just fuck me! Don’t fucking collapse! Not now! I’m with a fucking stranger right next to me! And the damn storm! JESUS! WHAT IS HE DOING?! I CAN’T FUCKING DO ANYTHING! I HAVE NO ENERGY!

He has just taken me in his arms, bridal style, and I’m so fucking dizzy that I can’t see him, yet his body heat is calming me down from the cold shivers that are paralyzing my body.

I’m shaking my head and squeezing my eyes shut and open to be able to see. I’m pushing his hard as concrete chest with my right hand to put me down, feeling his drumming heartbeats under my hand, but I can’t speak as I’m almost fainting.

My breathing is so fucked, and I’m in a fucking major panic attack right now as I’m completely powerless at this point.

He’s walking with me back to where the cars are. I think he’s looking at me, but I can’t see a damn thing. It’s dark outside and with me having a blurred vision, I’m like a fucking blind person just seeing contours.

“You’re safe, Karen. It’s not a stranger. I’m Cole from earlier. I was going home and saw a Ferrari on the side of the road, with lights and everything on, but without someone inside. I knew it was you, so I stopped.”

He’s in his husky voice, all wet himself from the rain, keeping me tight on him. But he’s not cold at touch like me. No. He’s fucking burning.

What?! And this should make me feel better?! YOU’RE THE WORST OF THEM! FUCK! AMONG ALL OUT THERE, IT HAD TO BE THE HEAD OF THE FUCKING MAFIA?! MY FUCKING NEMESIS! YOU’VE GOT TO BE FUCKING KIDDING ME RIGHT NOW!

I know I’ve got a shocked expression at him. He chuckles.

My head gets the final blow of dizziness, and it falls at my back, with a clench on my heart.

Oh…. Fuck… No…. Please… No….

“Karen! Wake up!” That’s all I can hear before I completely lose my conscience….


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