The Ties Between Ruins And Rescue

The nightclub was filled of smokes and thick smell of liquor,I was here for something, something that would clear the overdue rent i haven't paid in three months.  A story of a man.   As i pushed through the crowd,i knew i wasn't supposed to be here but i kept on reminding myself that i'm here for the lead story but this place wasn't just a night club.IT WAS HIS TERRITORY.   Someone everyone feared, someone whose name was mentioned behind the curtains and was always mentioned with fear,LUCIEN MORONA.   I don't have enough proof but I know he's a cold hearted blood sucking human like demon to ever exist. I kept on moving through the bodies,crowds and smoke until I saw a sidehall with a single guard as I walked through the hall,his eyes followed and I smiled cluelessly.    I needed the bathroom badly, I found a door.   Opened it without knocking,i should have knocked.   The room was painted with dark colors,the light was dim,the smell of liquor and cologne was in the air,and five men in black suits seated around him playing cards.   From the picture I stole from the courtroom,i immediately knew he was the one,the man.   LUCIEN MORONA.   He looked up and smiled at me.   “i'm so sorry” ,i said quickly, trying to find my way out.”Wrong door"    No one moved,no response,not even him  Just his eyes staring at him, staring like he already knew my name.   “Evie Alfredo” he said and my blood turned ice    “How'd you know—?”   “Go home" he said calmly    I moved to the door and as i held the door knob he said,“you have no idea what you've just interrupted”.   I left.   My mind kept on pacing with my legs shaky as I walked out the clubhouse,my body kept on shaking until i got to my apartment.   As I closed my door,I heard my landlord yelled at me through the door reminding me of my overdue rents.   I didn't sleep,I had a hard time sleeping.All what happened kept on playing in my head,i knew Lucien was still coming back and his voice kept on playing in my head like a broken record.   And then the next day came.   Two men in suits and sunglasses showed up at my office with their voice like ice.   Immediately they saw me,they lifted me by the arms like i was a piece of paper and I could say a word,they marched me outside.   “Am I getting kidn*pped or arrested” I asked    No response,they didn't answer   When i saw the black SUV car parked at the parking lot, i knew who it was,   LUCIEN MORON    They didn't stop driving until we got to a huge dark carved mansion,they led me into the mansion and passed through a corridor decorated with oil paintings   They didn't stop until we reached a dark room   And there he was, waiting,with the same dark, cold eyes i saw the other night.   Dark, ruthless and cold Mafia king    “Evie” he said like i was an old childhood friend   “Why am I here" I asked   “You're in debt,” he said sweetly. “Your landlord, your bank, your friends.   I clenched my jaw,“and how is that any of your business,are you trying to make me get a loan from you??”.   “No”,he said as he stood up,“stay here with me for one year and i will pay every penny you owe”.   “Are you insane" I asked as i laughed.   "I saw you watching me last night,i knew you were looking for me, you want a story,a biography,power, evidence,revenge”. He paused and turned to me.   “I can give you all that" he said.   “So you really think I will live with a Mafia criminal for one year just to clear some crazy debt??"    “Oh i don't think,I know"    “And he was right”   And he kept on asking me and i said no the first time,maybe the second time and no the third time.   He left me in the room    Came back after a while   And his expression??   Not cold but frustrated and tired   “You still insisting” he asked    “what do you want to be??....a pet,a mistress,s*x toy…what??” I asked    He didn't answer   He just stared……   But I could read his look   I could feel it   The obsession   The chemistry   The lust  The urge   He wants me   He moved to where I was seated and sat across my seat,he sat close to me.   Close enough for me to smell his cologne.   I don't know who moved first.   Maybe it was me.   Maybe it was him.   One minute,his hand was beside mine, next minute it was on my lap.And soon enough I was on his lap.    My heart was pounding really fast.   His lips on my lips and his hands buried in my blouse.   The kiss was intense,rough and hot. It was like he wanted more of me but was taking all he had in him to control himself.   I could feel the burn.The love.His breath was rough   His eyes closed.   His hands roaming in my blouse.   He moaned in my mouth.   His moan was not loud but loud enough for me to moan back   I moaned when he bit my lower lips,and he growled something in his British accent I didn't understand but I felt it between my legs.   His hands kept on exploring my blouse,his finger wandering and feeling every itch of my skin.My body moved.My body buzzed, not in a good way.It didn't feel right. It didn't feel safe.   “Say it",he said as I felt him unhook my bra   “Say what?"    “Say you want me,call my name"    “i don't…"    He grabbed my thigh….“ I know you want this”   He was right,i want it so much    “Say it" ….he said in his dark deep voice.   “i want you" I said as I felt tears rolling down between my legs.   He lifted me from his laps,layed me on the king sized bed and left the room   Later, I lay in the bed –his bed in his house,now my house too   I heard a voice,peeped into the balcony and saw him, speaking in his strong British accent to someone on his phone   After he was done,he turned around and came into the room,facial expression unreadable.   “i need to go” he said   “To where?”   “somewhere you don't know"    He kissed me softly and left,    I didn't sleep or maybe i wasn't able to sleep because of the thunder from the rain so I decided to wander around the house.   I walked into the hallway,found some men in black suits like they were guarding the mansion so I left there and went out through the window and came across an apartment   It was not part of the Mansion,it was dirty and looked like it had been abandoned for years.   I came across a room. The door was cracked opened a bit.Walked in carefully    Inside,I found books, journals,maps,folders, article…..   And one caught my eye   One of my old printout articles,it was about a country political corruption hate case.   And my name was circled in red ink   Beneath it was a picture    Of my dad   Alive   Standing next to LUCIEN    And another picture,I was holding hands with him when I was 5 but he wasn't alone    He was standing beside the guard that stared at me at the nightclub house.    I remember nothing    Another picture of my Father    Dead    I stared into the picture with my legs shaking,beads of sweat on my forehead    At the left corner of the picture,I saw Lucien customized rug with his signature.   I looked at the rug I was standing on,it was the same rug,the same color,the same floor.   My dad was here    He died here,the same spot I was standing on   “You were not suppose to see that yet”.It was LUCIEN    He was shirtless,with his arms crossed but he was not alone,he was with the guy from the clubhouse,the one in the picture   “Hello sis” the guard said    I couldn't move,my legs failed me   “What” I said