LADY MAFIA🖤
(FROM REVENGE TO AFFECTION)🔥❣️
Genre: Mafia/Action💥💗
Tag: Crime, Romance, Revenge, Fight, Love, Death🍁
By: Vickie Dora 🌻
Chapter 53
(Bath Me)
Evans’ POV
It’s been four days since I saw Kyla, I heard that she has regained consciousness, but hasn’t meet with any of the members yet. She still needs to recover fully. I wish I could get to see her, but it’s almost impossible; her suite is guarded day and night, not even an ant can pass by.
Flipping the pages of my drawing pad, I stared intently at the painting I made, admiring the beautiful art. I made a painting of Kyla, looking stunning in her mission wear, the same dress she wore while going on the last mission.
The door crack open jolting me off my thoughts. I titled my head towards the entrance to look at who came in. Jayden.
He stared round for a while, tucking his hands into his jacket pocket. Closing the pad in haste, I stood up to face him, arching my brows.
“Nice room” He complimented. “It’s been a while I came here” he noted, chuckling at the end part, while directing his gaze back to me. “Hi, I’m Jayden…opss,you should know my name by now, right?” He asked, stretching his hand forward for an handshake which I gladly took, with a soft smile on my face.
“Yes….erm…Evans” I mentioned my name, though it wasn’t necessary.
“Ok…you might be wondering why I’m here, I rarely leave my work place which is the power room” he chuckled ” Yea…boss needs to see you now”
“Boss? You mean Kyla?” I asked sharply with shock on my face. He pressed his lips together
“Yea…but boss will be better…you shouldn’t call her by her name if you don’t wanna sign a death wish” he said sternly. “Oh…” I replied,only for him to burst out in laughter.
“Just check out the look on your face….you shouldn’t be scared of a mere thr_@t…anyways…still don’t call her Kyla. The only person that does that is Jade…cos they are…erm…nevermind..you need to get going” he rushed his words
“Oh yes….where is she?”
“In her suite….”
We left for Kyla’s suite; he took another route claiming he was only sent to call me and not to go with me. Well, he seem kinda nice compared to the others. Or maybe they are too, just that I haven’t gotten to know them well.
My heartbeat increased just as I stepped my feet into the building, why did she call for me? Is she planning to ki|| me too, or let me go since she has ki||ed my….nope….Marshal. I seriously don’t know why I feel nothing for that man. His blood runs in my veins but his love doesn’t.
The door to her room was slightly open, I could see her bed from the little opening, though someone else was in the room. Madam Jess. They were both having a small talk, talking in whispers. I couldn’t hear anything, but her reaction shows that she doesn’t want to do what Madam Jess was suggesting to her.
Her eyes wandered to the door, she stared at me through the half opened door. Her face beam brightly, as she beckoned on me to come in with her hand. Madam Jess tilted her head backward to look at me. I entered gently, closing the door behind, just the same time she stood to her feet, walking towards me with a sad smile on
“Take care of her” She simply whispered to my hearing alone, leaving before I could respond. But why will she tell me such. I walk closer to the bed where she lay, not breaking the eye contact.
“Hi” I manage to say, she tapped the bed space close to her. “Sit” her voice sounded calm. I made myself comfortable on the bed, while she gently grab my hand in hers. We didn’t say anything for a while, I believe she has a lot running in her mind, just as I have mine.
“Why is she suddenly acting nice?”
“How are you now …does it still hurt” I asked, referring to the stitched wound on her stomach and shoulder. She smiled and nod
“So f-__-king much…how have you been…it’s been four days since I saw you last.”she pondered, raising her palm to my face as she caress it. I was forced to hold her hand, taking it off gently.
“I’m fine….why?” “Why….what?” She asked “why are you doing this?” I huff, staring down at her hand. She exhaled, pulling it off my grip.
“I’m sorry” she mouthed, relaxing her back on the headboard. I drew closer, that our faces were just few inches apart
“Sorry for what” I resorted, maintaining the eye contact, she didn’t blink either. “For everything…I don’t know what else to say…..I’m kinda speechless here” she shuttered for the first time, staring down at my lips before looking back into my eyes.
I grab her hand in mine, squeezing her palm softly in my palm. She drew in a sharp breath, as I lean forward resting my left hand on the headboard, with my head above her, my face staring down at hers; beautiful and fair. Her eyes sparkles with delight, lust has a room in it. She bit her lips seductively, her breath was casted across mine. I don’t know why, but I think we really need this now.
“You don’t need to be” I replied and with a sharp breathe, I slammed my lips on hers, kissing her deeply. Her soft lips, melted in mine, having a faint taste of vanilla and mint. She reciprocated, as our lips moved in a perfect rhythm, making sounds of pleasure.
She dips her fingers into my hair, pulling me closer; while I nibbled on each lips, giving it a soft bite for free entrance. Her soft mo@ns excited my spirit, I could feel a spark of adrenaline building up within me.
She kisses heavenly; her soft touches on the nape of my neck gives me tingling feelings. No lady has ever made me feel this way. We were lost in our world of pleasure, not wanting to let go…it was going smoothly.
I felt my hand creeping up her shirt, d@mn…I mentally view myself grabbing her b00bs, but wouldn’t that be too forward. I decided to keep it low despite it itch until she broke the kiss, suddenly.
“No…” She whispered, looking away “What??” I asked, a bit panicked
“We shouldn’t do this” she replied in haste, gulping in. I heave a sigh, almost regretting kissing her, I mean…I don’t know why I was so drawn to her lips. “Yea…right?” I thought in my mind, almost splitting it out, but my mouth betrayed me.
“It doesn’t matter” I ended up saying, caressing her jaw with my thumb. I expected her to disagree with me, or shove my hand away. But she did the unexpected, grabbing my face with her hands as her lips met with mine again. This time, it wasn’t an easy way round, we kiss desperately, mo@ning and smooching.
My hands wandered round her petite body, caressing it until it landed on her soft b00bs. I made circles on her te@t with my thumb, feeling how hard it has become beneath her shirt. That’s wasn’t enough, I need to feel her flesh. I reach underneath the shirt, she was nude beneath; squeezing her soft bubbling apples, she mo@ned into my mouth
“E..vans”
That alone ignited the fire in me, I gave it more smooches, fondling and giving her n!pples little pinch. With the sparks in me, I don’t mind giving her a hard f-__-k; you can call me a bad guy, but this lady here is making me crazy, and her Mõ@ɲs is a turn on.
“f-__-k” she Mõ@ɲed again, as I trail kisses down her neck, towards her cleavage with my hand still stuck beneath her shirt. Her hands were on my head, grabbing my hair firmly with her eyes closed. I tried to be gentle with my touch, to avoid hitting her injury. I intended giving her a hickey, but that might cause an alarm…I move upward towards her earlobe, sucking on it dangerously, enjoying every bit of her touch until she broke the silence
“Evans……bath me” her calm voice whisper in my ear. My system shut down with my eyes popping out. “Did she just say something?”
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Bruce was about making his way to the clan bar when he cited someone from afar close to the graveyards, where the corpse of any clan member is buried. A young lad stood there, backing the him. He wondered what the lad was doing there and decided to check it out.
Walking closer, he noticed the fellow was no one but one of the trainees; Justin. He was smoking heavily while on a phone call.
“Just give me a breathing space…I didn’t cause your loss idiot” he spoke harshly into the phone, hanging up.
“Hey” Bruce calls out to him. He tilted his head backward, looking at Bruce, who glared at him
“I believe you don’t know the law here boy….why are you here?” He asked. Justin scoffed, taking more drags from his cigarette as he blew it off into the air.
“And why do you wish to know?” He resorted, rudely. Bruce scoffed
“It’s just a simple question…stop acting rude. You know it’s against the law of the clan to smoke here in the graveyard, you should show some respect to our late comrades” Bruce snapped in annoyance. Justin rolled his eyes
“Fine…I’m leaving” he resorted, waking away “f-__-king ba$tard” he mouthed silently, but Bruce heard him clearly. This infuriated him. He walked over towards Justin, kicking him from his feet as he landed on the stony ground. He gripped him forcefully on his collar, pulling him up while Justin tried to free himself.
“You bastard…what did you just say?” He queried, tightening his grip on his throat
“I…didn’t say anything…”Justin managed to speak, struggling with him.
Bruce Smirked
“You seem to be very stubborn…mind you, after beating your @$$h0le to pulp, you’re gonna admit that no one messes with Bruce”
And with that, he dragged him up, pulling him to the torture room
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Kyla’s POV
“Bath me” I whispered into his ear. He felt stunned, I could feel the vibe in him draining out, as he looked at me with quite a worried face. I almost laughed
“W…what…did you say?” He shuttered. I pulled him closer, staring deeply into that oceanic eyes of his, which had drawn me to him, making my legs wobbled whenever he stares at me. I really can’t believe how I feel now, love or lust, only my heart will answer.
The kiss had taken the hard part of me, softening my spirit to surrender. I love the way his soft lips moves across mine, how his hands gently caress my body, not hurting me a bit. He seems to be a master of romance, he handles me with care, I could see lust in his eyes, or should I call it love…I can’t seem to differentiate both.
No man has ever made me feel this way; my body tingles for more, I wanna feel his lips again against mine. The butterflies in my stomach won’t stop giving me sparks of pleasure. I don’t know why I said that, but I don’t want his touch on my upper body alone, I want him to touch me everywhere…if possible, f-__-k me hard…I wanna feel him deep inside of me…but I don’t wanna be too forward…
“You heard me” I replied, bitting my lips seductively. He chuckled nervously. “You’re joking right?”
“Nope…you know I don’t joke with my words” I responded, placing a soft peck on his lips. He exhaled, looking panicked
“Don’t tell me you are scared…mind you, you’ve always wanted to see my nude after the last time you saw me, isn’t it” I smirked, palming his cheek. “I saw one of your paintings….you drew my nude” I added. He looked stunned, arching his brows, with his mouth slightly open. I know he seem surprise as to at how I got to know.
“Remember the day I asked for your help in doing the chores…when I left for a meeting…you painted that day in this room…I wasn’t aware but you forgot what you painted….” I beamed.
“Oh…that” he giggled, shyly, avoiding my eyes.
“It’s over there…on the shelf, though properly hidden. I love it…..it’s cute….you drew every part perfectly”
He shuddered, looking back at me with a glint of joy in his eyes; was he thinking I would scold him.
“So are you gonna help me bath now?”
“Can’t…. can’t.you..do that yourself?” He shuttered. I shook my head
“I’m in pain here, I can’t bend well without groaning” I pointed to my stitched stomach. He breathed out, rubbing his palms together, nervously
“Ok…I will just help…take off the…” He paused. I smiled, taking off my shirt as my B-__-bies plump out in a jingle. His eyes wandered round it, he glanced up at me, before cutting off the gaze. I smirked
“You can have a touch if you want” I know I was beginning to flirt with him
“Nope….I ain’t gonna fall for that…I just wanna give a hand…” He replied, while I struggled with my shorts’ button. I think someone is avoiding temptation, let’s see how far he can go.
“Let me help with that” he proposed, helping me with the button. “f-__-k” I heard him mutter, trying to avoid looking at my b00bs. The bulge under his shorts is clearly visible, throbbing hard beneath the piece of clothing. Hope I’m not being too hard asking him to do this?
T.B.C