hate and love you

the struggle is real

Natasha found herself in a luxurious, candlelit room, surrounded by opulent furnishings and rich fabrics. A handsome stranger stood before her, his chiseled features illuminated by the soft glow of the candles. He reached out, his strong hands cupping her face, and Natasha felt a jolt of electricity as their lips met in a passionate kiss.

As they kissed, Natasha felt a sense of safety and security wash over her. The stranger's lips were warm and gentle, yet demanding, and she found herself melting into his embrace. When they finally broke apart for air, he gazed into her eyes, his own burning with intensity.

"My love," he whispered, his voice low and husky. "I've been searching for you for so long. You are mine, and I will never let you go."

Natasha's heart skipped a beat as she gazed up at him, feeling a deep connection she couldn't explain. She knew she'd follow him anywhere, do anything for him.

The dream faded, leaving Natasha with a sense of longing and wonder. Who was the mysterious stranger, and why did she feel such a strong connection to him

She lay in bed for a moment, trying to catch her breath and shake off the lingering fear from the nightmare. But as she sat up and swung her legs over the side of the bed, she couldn't shake the feeling of unease. The dream had been so real, so intense. She couldn't help but wonder what it meant.

As she went about her morning routine, Natasha found herself lost in thought. She couldn't concentrate on anything, her mind kept wandering back to the dream. The feeling of being chased, the sense of desperation, and then the sudden shift to the luxurious room and the handsome stranger. She couldn't explain why, but the memory of his kiss lingered on her lips, leaving her with a sense of longing.

After getting dressed, Natasha headed to the restaurant where she worked. She moved through the motions, taking orders and serving customers, but her mind wasn't fully present. She kept replaying the dream in her head, wondering what it could mean. The stranger's words echoed in her mind: "My love, I've been searching for you for so long. You are mine, and I will never let you go." Natasha felt a shiver run down her spine as she thought about it.

As the day wore on, Natasha found herself going through the motions, but her thoughts remained elsewhere. She couldn't shake the feeling that the dream was trying to tell her something, but she wasn't sure what. She felt like her life was about to change in some way .Despite the chaos of the restaurant, Natasha felt a sense of disconnection, like she was living in two worlds: the real world and the world of her dreams.

The memory of the dream lingered, leaving Natasha with more questions than answers. Who was the mysterious stranger, and why did she feel such a strong connection to him? Would she ever see him again, or was he just a product of her imagination? The questions swirled in her mind, leaving her feeling restless and unsure.

As Natasha's shift at the restaurant came to an end, she felt a mix of relief and unease. The vivid dream from the previous night still lingered in her mind, and she couldn't shake off the feeling of being watched. Just when she thought the thought was starting to fade, she felt it again - the unmistakable sensation of being observed. It was the same feeling she'd been experiencing for the past few days, and it sent a shiver down her spine.

The sensation brought back the memories of her dream, where she was being chased and someone was calling out to her. Natasha's eyes scanned the crowded restaurant, but she didn't see anyone suspicious. She tried to focus on her tasks, but her mind kept wandering back to the feeling of being watched.

As she finished her shift and headed to the subway, the feeling persisted. Natasha couldn't shake off the sense that someone was following her, watching her every move. She quickened her pace, her heart racing with anticipation. Even as she rode the subway home, she felt like she was being observed, like unblinking eyes were trained on her.

The subway ride seemed to stretch on forever, Natasha's anxiety growing with each passing stop. She just wanted to get home, lock the door behind her, and feel safe. As she walked home, the feeling of being watched lingered, making her skin crawl. She couldn't help but wonder if her feelings were just paranoia or if something more sinister was at play. All she could do was hope that her fears didn't become reality.

Ravens POV

Raven sat in his dimly lit office, surrounded by sleek, modern furniture and floor-to-ceiling windows that offered a panoramic view of the city skyline. The room was adorned with expensive artwork and a hint of cigar smoke lingered in the air, despite the state-of-the-art air filtration system. A gold-plated lighter sat on his mahogany desk, next to a stack of documents detailing his various business ventures.

Raven himself was a man of imposing presence, dressed in a tailored black suit that accentuated his broad shoulders. His dark hair was slicked back, revealing piercing blue eyes that seemed to bore into anyone who dared to cross him. A silver ring adorned his left pinky finger, a symbol of his power and influence in the underworld. His jawline was chiseled, and a faint scar above his left eyebrow added to his rugged charm.

As he pored over the documents, his eyes narrowed, calculating the potential risks and rewards of his latest business deal. Suddenly, the door swung open, and Asher, his trusted assistant and confidant, walked in with a bright smile on his face.

"Asher, what is it?" Raven asked, his deep voice a contrast to the warmth in Asher's eyes.

"It's about the girl, sir," Asher said, his tone laced with amusement. "We've been tracking her for weeks. Don't you think it's time we made our move? You're not exactly known for your patience, after all."

Raven raised an eyebrow, intrigued by Asher words. He leaned back in his chair, steepling his fingers together as he considered Asher 's suggestion.

Asher continued, "I mean, we've got all the intel we need. We know her routine, her likes, her dislikes. It's almost too easy. You're not going to let her slip away, are you?"

Raven's gaze drifted back to the documents in front of him, but his mind was already made up. He smiled to himself, a cold, calculating smile.

As Asher turned to leave, Raven's voice stopped him. "Asher make the necessary arrangements. It's time we brought her into our world."

Asher grinned, knowing exactly what that meant.

Raven's POV

"I'll get right on it, sir."

Once Asher had left the office, Raven's thoughts turned to the girl in question. He leaned forward, his eyes gleaming with determination.

Honestly, he was going to get her, whether she liked it or not. And he thought it was almost time to make his move. The game was on, and he was always the one who set the rules.

You all may be wondering what the richest man in Los Angeles, a successful business man all round the world and a mafia don to one of the biggest mafia society is doing with an eighteen years old girl , well ....in my defense she will soon turn nineteen but never the less I saw her , I wanted her and I will have her .

I really didn't want to attend the meeting that day but it was as if the heavens wanted us to meet , I was on A road waiting for Asher to come back with what I sent him to get when I saw her . I was in my black Maybach and from the tinted windows I could see her face, her smile and how she was so carefree. She was holding something that looked like a coffee, one could guess she was making a delivery. I had to ask the driver to pull down the glasses so I can see her well. She was wearing a black polo on a black trouser which brought out all her curves, she had the perfect boobs and just the right amount of hips

I can say she was blessed with a well curved backside and body Inwhole.

I took out my phone and took her pictures cause honestly I've never seen a beautiful woman with a beautiful smile like her's, and just when I thought that was all I heard her angelic voice, she was laughing at what an old man said and her laughter felt like music to my ears , I didn't want her to stop laughing, I felt like I wanted to keep that smile on her face and I wanted to be the reason for her laughter. I started feeling jealous about the fact that I was not who she was laughing at . I know it's psychotic but that was how I felt, I've never been the type to want a woman I mean they have always been at my beck and call always wanting to pleasure me , but at that moment I felt like I wanted her , the whole of her , her body, her heart and that pink curvy lips that I wanted to taste .

I am sure she will taste sweet and I am gonna have her. It was at that moment that I made up my mind to make her mine so I started working towards it . Yeh it's been two months since the day I saw her and started to carry out my plan and honestly I've long time wanted to just kidnap her and bring her home with me but Asher adviced me against it , so I decided to get her in a less complicated way, I got to know about her former life and how she got a scholarship and u knew it wouldn't be that difficult after all it was not like she was under the protection of an adult. Honestly when I was reading her file that was sent to me by my investigator I was impressed and proud of her . I can't believe she lived all alone for so many years and was fending for herself and that only made me want to take care of her more and also punish that bastard of a step mother she has . And ofcurse my baby girl is also very intelligent which was another added value. I just can't wait to hold her in my arms.. oh God I had so many ways to make her happy, so many ways to make her moan my name , so many ways in which I will take her and I just can't wait

I had asked Asher to go and talk to her principal a few weeks ago about her scholarship, I wanted it revoked, yh I know it's wrong to do and I can see how she is running up and down because she wants to be in school but I plan on using this as a means to get to her , honestly it's not like she has a choice though even without using the scholarship I can still get her but because I know that Asher was right when he said I shouldn't just kidnap her I would have had her on my bed a long time ago.

Asher had asked me a hell lot of time what was so special about her and why I wanted her but I can't answer a question I don't know right? As much as I hate to say I know that it's not just because she looks sexy, I know it's not just because I want to have my c**k buried inside of her , I know it's something more but I also know it's not love cause I don't do love , I'm all about the pleasure and torture , making them scream my name begging and asking me to stop while I pound harder but with her I want to protect her , I want to keep her away from every male eyes and it's not a surprise to me that I feel that way because I've always had what I wanted even if it meant me shading blood to get it .