Rivalry above love-- a dark sketch of mafia life by Bluesky Idea (books to read in your 30s txt) 📖

been sleeping for god knows how long. Calliah didn't want to imagine his impatient face.

 

There was no way she was leaving this place alive. If she denied to help, he wouldn't even be easy on her death-- would probably rape her and make the hounds do the same. She flinched at the thought.

 

But what if boss finds out?

 

What would Kostas Demo do to her? Her father?

 

Her body was shaking but not because of cold-- Demo's scarred face danced in front of her eyes-- and she tried her best to conceal it. She couldn't be found awake.

 

Why was she so stupid to be tangled in this shit?

 

Death was waiting for her from all the sides---

 

And she would have to choose a side. She couldn't betray her people and assist the Germans, not even in her dream.

 

But Fabio---

 

A sudden feeling caught her body and she found herself going red with burning contempt. A surge of anger circulated her body as memories of pain flashed in her head-- years of pain-- and she got right up throwing off the stupid duvet.

 

She was going to do this for herself---

 

---for her feeedom.

 

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"What the shit--" Erhard yelled as a sudden sound snuck up on him and there she was. He always felt that there was something wrong with this girl. The sudden rage she showed, sudden coolness again-- she was feisty one moment and scared the other. She was not good with emotions, maybe.

 

She was like him in a way.

 

She had woken up with a jolt and looked at a distance like she was possessed. It was after she heard Erhard's yell that she had covered herself up with the thrown duvet again.

 

"Good morning, crazy pants." He approached her with a tray full of food.

what was this new game again, Calliah thought.

 

"Good morning." She replied grinning from ear to ear. 

 

That hurt.

 

"You did this?" She asked motioning towards her lower neck wound which was stitched.

 

He smiled. He was wearing sweatpants and a white plain shirt, sleeves rolled up as usual.

 

Yes, sweatpants and a formal shirt. 

 

She tried to ignore the fact how gorgeous he seemed to her right now. To be honest, it wasn't that hard. All she had to do was pull back the memory of his manic self.

 

He was dangerous.

 

And she had to play along.

 

"The kind of life I live, you think I can't patch up a tiny wound."

 

Tiny wound, my ass.

 

Calliah was finding it very difficult to conceal her emotions behind a grin but a tiny voice which may have belonged to her trainer kept ringing in her ears

adapt, adapt, adapt.

 

and so she did.

 

"I didn't trust myself-- with Mike" he said defending himself.

 

"And I didn't say a thing."

 

His jaws moved left and right as he stared.

 

Oh no, did I provoke him. damn.

 

"Eat it." he ordered.

 

There were scrambled eggs, pancakes and juice.

 

Calliah went for it. It had been so long since she had tasted food.

 

The last time she was in trailer, she had managed to gobble up 3 boiled eggs, a sandwich and peanuts. Since then, nothing.

 

"Go easy. You don't want them coming back up."

 

She wanted to eat more after she was done but Calliah knew better.

 

Now what? She was dreading what was coming up next. He would want to know the plan.

 

Before he could utter a word which would knock the air out of her mouth. She spoke.

 

"So, about last night, I told I will help you and I stand by my words" She blabbered not knowing what to say next.

 

"Oh baby, you will." He said as he approached nearer and sat very close to her to caresse her cheek. His perfume and his unbuttoned shirt made her think all the regrettable things and his piercing eyes made her uncomfortable. "what other choice do you have---" He tucked her hair behind her ear looking at her head. "---and it wasn't last night, it was the night before that, you slept for a whole day."

 

"I want to shower." She mumbled as she kept eyeing his stubbles on his greatly chiseled face.

 

She couldn't help fantasizing about the feeling of them between her legs--- she slapped herself mentally.

 

"Then let's" He smiled to her ear grazing it a little with his stubble.

A dripping sensation in her panty and she gulped.

 

What was happening? A crazy manic who tortured her was turning her on.

 

A hot crazy manic. Her lady spirit corrected.

 

Possibly her enemy.

 

Enemy.

 

"No." She gained enough sense to jerk away from him. She gasped as he had already clutched the duvet and she reached to take it back but he won't let go as he kept staring at her boobs not breaking his gaze.

 

Fucking pervert.

 

"Let go." she pleaded.

 

He looked back to her face, smiled and let go. Before he could make any innuendos, she spoke.

 

"There is a fall out there. I could shower there." He was still staring.

 

Creepy ass.

 

She knew what his intentions were and now she was sure entirely. He didn't kill her all those days not because he couldn't. He could.

 

He was waiting.

 

Waiting to fuck her.

 

She didn't even know if he actually wanted to catch Fabio. Maybe she was useless after all and he only wanted to make use of her before he killed her.

 

Her mind was swirling with questions and doubts. 

 

"But there's a tiny problem." 

 

He raised his eyes as if to ask what. He looked soft, not dangerous at all. This was it. Maybe she could get her clothes back.

 

She put on an innocent looking face and an equally innocent voice.

 

"I don't want to go out like this. I'm shy."

 

Just give me my fucking clothes back,asshole.

 

and I'm shy, really Calliah?

 

"Oh, we can arrange that." He stood up, a smirk never leaving his face and started to unbutton his shirt.

 

What was he doing? 

 

Calliah had a look of horror on her face. The gorgeous man in front of her stripped and was handing over his shirt to her. He placed it on the bed when she didn't reach to take them.

 

Calliah's eyes widened to their biggest size, jaws fell open. 

 

Nicholas had a better body. Definitely. Shut up Calliah, Nicholas has a better body. Yeah, It's definitely because I haven't seen him in days.

 

The tattoos. The arms. The chest.

 

Her breathing increased rapidly.

 

"And you think I'm a pervert."

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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  "Help yourself."

Calliah smiled and grabbed a towel and a shampoo. It was still irking her that he wouldn't shift his gaze away from her body. Even with his shirt on, she felt vulnerable, specially vulnerable as her undergarments were clearly showing through his white shirt.

 

He opened the RV door. She walked past him-- sensing his eyes on her buttocks.

 

The sun was bright on the afternoon sky. Calliah inhaled loudly. She walked barefooted through the grassy floor straight towards the woods remembering the path.

 

"You have had time to explore." He spoke behind her.

 

Darkness welcomed her inside. Tall trees that stretched high above her head, sunlight peeping through the canopies of green leaves. It was silent. So silent-- except for the hums of birds and the ridiculous sound his captor was making in his flip-flops.

 

Calliah kept walking, brushing her feet through the brown leaves, breathing in and out the cool afternoon air.

"There." She spoke as she spotted the fall with her index finger. She strode towards the fence in her daze. Forgetting to watch her steps, she stumbled on the tree roots and fell over.

 

He reached to help her but she helped herself up quickly snapping her palms free of dirt and ran towards the fence. The water sprays drizzled her face and her face glew a different shade.

 

Erhard was not even going to be dramatic and describe "she was different."

 

She was just a girl.

 

But a different girl. The back of his head teased.

 

Maybe, it was him-- maybe it was him who didn't know what girls were like. After all, how many girls was he close with?

Yep, that must be it.

 

The ones he was around were chirpy plastic bitches. Anita. She was different. She was his friend since childhood and he cared about her.

Anita was aggressive which might've been why he used to be driven towards her.

 

But it was old story.

 

Then, there were them- his sister and his mother. Erhard's heart ached at the memory of them. They were pure, out of this world. They were sweet-- not stained by the bloodshedding that was his and his dad's life.

 

But then the world didn't belong to the sweets.

 

The pain of the past and the girl showering ten yards away from him were enough to break his reverie.

 

He watched her enjoy the shower; her hands massaging her hair as the water soaked her body. Erhard felt a stir in his pants as he watched his shirt stick on her skin revealing her black underwears. Drenched in water, the shirt had disappered in her body. Her curves had his mouth watering. It was all he could do not to join her then and there.

 

what must her skin feel like against his body?

 

How wet could she be at his touch?

 

How loud could she moan as he pleasured her?

 

She was one hot piece, no doubt.

 

and boy was she horny. 

 

It was only a matter of time before she gave in to him. Till then, he would wait.

 

But it was not just about her body that intrigued him. 

 

It was the emotions she displayed.

 

Erhard had witnessed so many emotions in her eyes in the past four days: aggression, confidence, hatred, fear, dread, desire, lust, shyness and innocence.

 

She was a bundle of all emotions tightly packed and he enjoyed watching the packets explode one by one--

 

--Little did he know, how disastrous the bundle was as a whole.

 

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She wrapped herself in a towel as he waited for her to finish up. Calliah found him such a creep staring at her all the fucking time-- but that didn't stop her from enjoying the shower. She loved this place already. No matter what was waiting for her at the end of line, she had enjoyed today.

 

"Wanna see the pond?" He smiled.

 

He looked so good when he smiled-- like a normal guy but Calliah knew better.

 

Calliah reciprocated with a grin plastered on her face. She wondered how convincing her grin was.

 

She never grinned.

 

She followed him, his broad back facing her. The corded muscles of his shoulder rippled as he walked.

 

I bet he lifts.

 

He stopped dead on his tracks.

 

Where was the pond?

 

"Where is the pond?"

 

"I can't believe you fell for that." He said letting out a laugh.

 

She couldn't believe how dumb she had gone lately. Ofcourse there was no pond, she had explored the whole place before.

 

She saw two chairs waiting to be sit on. 

 

Oh, he was going to talk to her.

 

of course, Calliah. How long did you think your paradise was gonna last?

 

She just hoped he wouldn't go to his dreadful self. 

 

He could change from his sweet self to manic one with so much ease. How could he even do that?

 

But then the world didn't belong to the sweets-- it belonged to the survivors.

 

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Over the years of her dangerous profession, Calliah had imagined herself to be in many ill circumstances, a negotiation with a shirtless captor in the middle of woods in her towel wasn't one of them.

 

Nausea had gripped her body already. The food she had had threatened to come out and her sly captor wasn't helping at all. His demeanor and his small smile already suggested that this meant business. she fidgeted