*Prelude.......15 years ago*
There were two boys playing in majestic field, they couldn't have been older than 3 years old. They had matching luxury toy cars that were large enough for both of them to fit into and drive....there was a beautiful castle like structure behind them, and a line of servants that stood with trays of juice, milk, cake and pies at their service.
"Catch me if you can Zacky ..." The boy leading in the car race said , while the other boy was slightly behind him, waving to their servants "byee-byee ...zacky driving now...taataa..." the boy said, but without paying attention, he accidentally bumped into his friends car. "Oh oh...sowwy Xavi..." the boy replied.
Xavi got out, "It's okay, only a small bump, we can buy new cars..." he said shrugging. Even though he was only a toddler he was dressed in a matching blue suit, and tie. His hair was clearly styled, and he had a watch which glistened in the sun as though it had diamonds in them
"o-kay lets buy new cars Xavi !" Zacky replied, while turning back looking to his line of servants "Clifford can you go and buy new cars for me and Xavi please..." , waving his hands at them,
"What is that...?" Xavi asked, pointing to the small bandage wrapped around the wrist of Zacky "It looks like an ouchy..."
"I don't know...can't remember..." Zacky replied shrugging, walking to their servants and picking up a glass of milk....
Xavi looked at his best friend, feeling sad that Zacky had an ouchy...
*****
Leila stirred awake, her head hurt, she turned to look around, she was in a very posh room. She didn't recognize it, her body felt weak. She tried getting up, but her energy was low and she felt numb. She looked down and gasped, she was wrapped in a bed sheet, there was a bandage on her chest above her right breast, she placed her hand lightly touching it, it felt numb, she must be on some heavy medication...a slight glistening of silver on her wrist caught her attention, there was a light chain on her wrist. Next to her, was another body, in the massive bed...his back was turned to her, she could see vast scarring on the back.....the scarring was more severe than anything she remembered from last time, these wounds looked fresh, and the way they were shaped, ...they looked like bullet wounds......she stared at in shock at the sight...they were so so many...
As though feeling her gaze, He turned around slowly, staring at her, catching Leila off guard, she gasped and grabbed the bed sheet more tightly around her. His eyes seemed to have noticed that, as they grew darker. He got up and edged closer to her,
"How are you...?" he whispered, his voice sounded worried
Leila edged away slowly from the bed slightly "I feel fin-fine....a lit-little bit....weak...but ...fine..." she said slowly, something about him always triggered the hairs on her back to stand on edge...
"What ...Happened ....?" Leila asked softly
"You are the first person apart from Zach to take a bullet for me..." Xavier said staring at her in awe "You don't remember...?" He asked curiously
Leila slowly shook her head.....she remember Zach's bullet hitting her and then the pain she felt in her chest....after that ...she couldn't remember much
"We managed to get the bullet out of you....but you had lost a lot of blood, you underwent a blood transfusion...we were waiting for you...to become conscious...you've been in and out of consciousness for a couple of days..." He responded slowly, still staring at her...
Leila nodded her head slowly, "Thank you...." She said softly, Cut Throat stared at her as though she said something strange
"....Thank you.....? After what I have done....? Do you not hate ...me?" he asked cautiously
Leila smiled sadly at him, "We have much to talk about....but I'm feeling a little bit tiered....I ....i need to ....use the bathroom...." She whispered to him, avoiding looking at him in his dark eyes. He got up from the bed, came to her side, bending down to pick her up "What....what are you do..dooing?" she gasped. Her body shuddered she was acutely aware that he was bare chested, and she too ...almost .....with just a flimsy bed sheet in between them
"No walking for you...Doctors orders..." He replied firmly, gently putting her down, in the well-lit beautifully designed bathroom.
"Where are we...?" she asked gasping at the stunning bathroom, as he stared at her, there was something in his expression, that same elated expression she remembered from when they walked down in aisle
"We are at our home........well at least one of them....." Cut Throat whispered to her. It was the way he said it, "our home..." that made Leila shudder,
Walking out, he said "Call me when you done..."
"And this..?" she asked meekly, showing her wrist that was chained. Cut Throat stared at her , not replying "You should.......listen.........sometimes................" she said softly
"Listen...?" he asked carefully
"To your.....wife......." Leila said meekly. He raised his eyebrows slightly and stared at her in his same hungry expression, and without another word, he walked to her, lightly touching her hand, with a small key, he took off the chains.......
Leila, looked down at her body, and her wound. She took a shower. Her body ached and felt stiff as though she hadn't moved in days, she wondered how long was she out of it? She came out of the bathroom, and found an array of folded towels that were pleated in beautiful shapes. The bathroom had 2 sections, one dark black section and one bright white section, each section set up with unique male and female toiletry requirements...
Leila wrapped the towel around her, realizing she had no clothes once again....a sense of déjà vu over coming her....
She stepped out, and her husband was sitting on the bed, as if he were waiting for her.
He bit his jaws, when he saw her, his eyes about to pop out
"I thought I told you to call me..." he said, his eyes staring at her body
"I ..er...sorry...forgot...." Leila said awkwardly, the way he was staring at her making her blush
"I don't have any clothes here....." she finished, Cut throat didn't seem to be paying attention, his eyes staring at her hungrily
"Err....hellow....?" Leila said
"wha-what? Ow okay...yes ropes..i mean clothes..." he said...Leila stared at him for a second...did he look nervous?
"You can go look in the closet...there ...your personal stylist hand picked out all the collections in there..." he said, still staring at her.
Leila raised her eyebrows, awkwardly, stepping near the cupboard he pointed at, It opened automatically, and Leila's jaw dropped, there was a walk in closet the size of an apartment inside. Mirrors on every wall surface, cabinet displays of a variety of items, it was like she was in a mini boutique, and it was overwhelming,
***
As she stepped into her walk in closet, Cut Throat sighed a huge sigh of relief lying on the bed, thinking of what he got himself into! She was dangerous that one!
Her body ....wooow....it was already JUST TOO MUCH. He could already feel his body having a physical reaction to her....Her curves.....he wanted to get lost in them....he wanted to surrender, if this were a battle...he was already defeated. My Wife.....don't do that to me , he thought while groaning ....his restraint was going to be tested, he couldn't imagine how much longer he could hold out....with what little self-control he had left, he got onto the floor, and started doing push-ups....He wouldn't sleep till his body hurt, he thought to himself....
***
Leila found the only decent sleep wear she could –which wasn't decent at all. What was the stylist thinking? Or at least...with the sleep wear that hung on the hangers, it became pretty evident what exactly the stylist was thinking, clearly she had no idea who Leila was......maybe she thought she was similar to the rich heiresses like Pearl, Oliya them? Leila's face blushed looking at the sleep wear section, they were all ....a bit too....intimate...?
She picked out the most decent thing she could find, it was a light pink lacy satin dress, with a matching robe. The issue with it , it was still so transparent...she couldn't find any undergarments....this was going to be an odd discussion...should she tell Cut throat ...she doesn't have undergarments...or....? She shook her head, the thought of his expression made her giggle.
Leila wore the outfit, and turned to look at herself in the mirror. She had to admit....she really did suit these designer clothes...she really looked like she grew up living a privileged life ...unlike how she actually grew up....
Leila walked out of the walk-in closet, to find her husband doing push-ups. She noticed the muscles in his back tensed when she walked in...should she ask him about Dylan now....or ......? There was an awkward tension between them, she didn't know how to approach him...
Should she call him....Xavier or ...Cut Throat ...?
She thought about her experience with Xavier...and all the things he had done to her....and then Cut Throat ....and all the times they had spent together....
She decided she was in fact more comfortable with Cut Throat.
"C-cut Throat...?" she said softly, she felt the tension in the air, as he stopped doing what he was doing , and stood up slowly , he unabashedly stared at her for a second longer than normal...
He walked slowly close to her, his eyes again staring at her unabashedly, for some reason Leila instinctively walked backwards slowly, she could see his torso was sweating. He came very very close to her, she pursed her lips, and shutting her eyes, as he bent down, apparently to get a towel, he was so close to her, that on her neck there was a small drip of his sweat.
He backed away slowly, Leila heaved a huge sigh of relief.
"Is ....Dylan......?"
"He is fine....he was taken back to his previous residence..." Cut Throat replied, wiping his torso
"What ...did you do to him...? He looked bruised...?" she couldn't finish the sentence, thinking of the photo she had seen of him, she couldn't help to keep the accusation out of her voice.
"I am a man of principles...I have never harmed a child in my life....." Cut Throat said, Leila stared at him in suspicion, "do you still not know the type of person I am Leila...?" he asked softly...Leila didn't answer,
"You can call tomorrow to confirm and to speak to him..." He said staring at Leila, there was something in the way he said it, that made Leila realize that the conversation was over...
Leila turned to look out of the window of their luxurious room, it was still dark. She wished she had time to say goodbye to some of the people at Zach's house, like Ms. Loide and Clifford, suddenly feelings of emotion wept over her, and she felt tiered....walking back to her side of the bed, she lay down. Her husband stared at her again, sighing, he went back to doing push-ups...
*******
Leila turned around in her deep sleep, there was a sound disturbing her. She closed her eyes tightly shut still deep in her sleep unable to decipher where it was coming from, but slowly realization set in that it wasn't something ...but someone....... she jolted up.... turning to look at her husband, he seemed to be having a nightmare "No....... No.........i won't do it anymore......I promise ..... ......I'll be good.......stop .....don't do that........to...... her ......make it stop......I'll be good ...I promise ...." He whimpered like a small child ...Leila ...stared in horror at Cut Throat .... he's eyes were closed, his body sweating, "I'm sorry Father....... don't do .... that ......to her......stop....I'll be good....." he continued , his body language, and his cries were so pitiful.. Leila felt horrified just watching it. She did the only thing...she could think of doing, and she cradled him, and held him tightly against her chest. It seemed to have made an impact, as his cries died suddenly, but he held her back, instinctively and tightly.... almost too tight.....she struggled to breathe momentarily, his head against her chest, it was pushing against her wound....she held on for as long as she could in that tight uncomfortable position, before feeling sleep taking over her....
***
It was day break, Cut Throat stared down in awe at the mesmerizing site that was in front of him. He found himself waking up, wondering what it was that felt so soft against his head, he opened his eyes looking up to his shock it was Leila whose arms were wrapped tightly around him. He tried to remember what had happened between them, that they ended up like this...they both slept ......with space between them........Not that he was complaining, he took this opportunity to stare at her to his heart's content.......Leila Johnston was beautiful .........gosh she was so beautiful... Now that I have you , I will never let you go...he thought to himself, he closed his eyes, and placed his face into her soft neck, inhaling her smell. It was so intoxicating , he pushed his face into her hair , getting drunk off of Leila . "Mmmhhh..." she groaned. He stared at her, the sound exciting him more than it should.....he needed to go back to doing his sit ups ..this wouldn't work...he was a young hot blooded man after all, his restraint was already being tested to the maximum, he slowly tried to get out of her embrace, but just as he moved, she lightly put her legs across him. His eyes about to pop out, he wanted to cry. Her dress had gone up, it was reaching higher and higher, he could see almost peaking through was her beautiful peach shaped........"awww" he groaned, he wanted to rip it off of her, and get lost in it....
Don't tease me
You better stop....
But the pep talk wasn't working, he turned to look at her....his mind going astray......the way he would tire her out....His body groaned as though it was an impulse reaction. And if he thought things couldn't get worse, she turned around innocently, rubbing herself against him.
He put his fist in his mouth. SHE.WAS.SUCH.A.TEASE.
Gosh...I would make you so tiered, he thought. All he wanted to do was to lay there in the bed with her, and allow his mind to play scenarios in his head, but ..that would be the most dangerous thing for her...he silently got off the bed, and went to work out, sit ups wouldn't do this time. He needed a full body work out and a cold shower too.
******
"Wake up honey cakes!" Princess said loudly, moving the curtains aside. Leila woke up slowly seeing a strange man all dressed in pink in their room, turning around looking for Cut Throat, but He wasn't there, she felt a slight disappointment, she wanted to greet him..., she pulled the bedsheets against her body, seeing the strange man in their room
Princess caught on to that "Oh no sweety bubu, you ....don't have to worry about that....i ...ehm ......im different ..." Princess said awkwardly
Leila still stared at him, not knowing what to make of him "My name is Princess...I just came to check your blood pressure..." He said, as he edged closer to Leila, pulling out a small device from his pink briefcase.
"Hi ...I'm Leila ...." She said awkwardly,
"Oh no bubu, I already know all about you..." Princess said giggling in an overtly feminine fashion, it made Leila smile
"Are you a ...doctor...?" She asked softly
Princess rolled his eyes "a man of many many talents, you can call me doctor, strategist, confidante, geopolitical specialist...oh honey there isn't much that Princess can't do..." He said giggling again. Leila smiled back at him, he was so joyful
"So how's married life?" he said winking at Leila "It must be a dream, considering you got married without an anti-nuptial agreement...that makes you very very rich..." Princess said giggling again
"Er...what do you mean?" Leila asked not understanding the fancy words Princess said
"Didn't Boss tell you...?" Princess asked "I thought that was what he referred to when he said he made an offer to you .......'you can't refuse'...?" he finished, talking more to himself as he started wrapping up his measuring belt, and recorded down the readings in a small file he had with him.
"You my dear...got married in community of property with the one and only Xavier Johnston, sole heir of the Royal Conglomerate which means technically half of everything belongs to you now...." Princess said astonished that Leila didn't seem to have a clue what it meant.
"What.....why would he do...that ?" Leila asked cautiously, she wasn't too familiar with all those fancy terms but it didn't make sense that he would give away half of his inheritance to her ...? Or did he really not care about it...?
"Err...Princess...."
"Mmhm?" Princess replied, scribbling down something in his file
"Do I have any in laws......you know like parents in law maybe...?"
Princess looked up curiosity in his eyes
"Only an uncle in law......but Xavier Johnston doesn't have his parents alive anymore...he was raised by his young Uncle..."
"Huh..." Leila said cautiously...wondering what last night was all about....
"Look let me tell you one thing about Boss alright? Strictly just between us girls okay?"
Leila nodded her head
"Boss isn't a man who talks a lot...you know what I mean? He .....how can I say, he doesn't really know how to express his feelings ....but he does speak other ....very obvious languages, ....You get what I mean...?"
"Not really.....what is a "very obvious language"...?"
"Oh my sweet honey bubu ! Bless your soul...you're so adorable......obvious language like BODY language?"
Leila blushed, putting her hands on her face, she felt a rush heat to her face "It's not like that ....." she said quietly
"Honey........You're married ....trust me It will always be LIKE THAT.....don't say Princess didn't teach you nothing..." He finished winking at Leila
"I mean what are you holding out on....? You have all the goods to bring him to his knees...trust me...I have actually measured his hormone levels...and honey .......let me tell you .........i can't even imagine what he must be going through......"
Leila stared at Princess not really understanding what he was saying...
****
"So we are having difficulty flushing him out boss..." Princess said, pointing to the little board he had on display with a variety of faces, and some question marks pointed onto it. Sitting in his audience was Skinner, Nico, Taylor and Cut Throat.
"What we do know for sure is that he was DEFINITELY at the wedding ....", so at least we know for a fact that not only did he get the Wedding Invite, he obliged and came....but now....." Princess sighed, as though he had been holding out this information to make a dramatic effect "We haven't been able to flush him out ...as we previously thought we would be able to..."
Skinner raised his hands, "Yes Skinner?"" Princess said, "You know we aren't in class you can just go ahead and say you're say..?" he finished,
Skinner ignored the last statement "Princess you said, we definitely know he was at the Wedding....how do we know that...?" he asked
"Ah interesting question !" Princess said excitedly, "Well...the Major is so well camoflouged, and like you said, he does tend to make use of impersonators ... but there is something very unique about Major, he has something that's similar to a Nano-chip inserted in him, which emits a unique frequency ...basically that is the signal we were trying to look out for , and it was detected at the Wedding....but the only problem is –
"You don't know who emitted that signal?" Taylor said...
"Bingo..." Princess replied
"What do you think boss...?" Princess asked, looking to the back of his class, where Cut Throat was sitting,
"Boss?" Princess asked again, no response. Even Skinner turned to look around, to see his Boss was day dreaming,
"Yo...Cut Throat ..."
"Wha-what ?" Cut Throat replied, looking like he came out of a dream..
"What's gotten into you man ..." Skinner asked, Nico and Taylor both also turning to look at him,
Cut Throat sighed, "Hormones my friend...hormones.....and a wife that looks like mine..." Cut Throat replied unashamedly.
Nico and Taylor started to laugh,
"Ah....Yeah man...you need to work out more ....that shit is hard..." Skinner replied
Princess stared at the both of them "Princess it's a guy thing ...you won't understand..." Skinner replied, chuckling with Cut Throat
"EXS-QUZ-ME !" Princess replied dramatically, "I know perfectly well what you are talking about"
Nico, and Taylor and Cut Throat started laughing.
"Go back to your wife man ! Make it happen..., Princess couldn't you cut him some slack? He is a newlywed man ! He has other priorities for now..." Nico said laughing
*****
Leila was a bit nervous, staring at her screen, she had gotten her husband's number from
She was struggling to find the name to save it under.... She grimaced, saving it as her Husband.
"Hey...What time are you coming home..?" she typed, feeling nervous, she hit the send button. Leila wasn't sure what type of a person Cut Throat was when it came to communication, did he reply fast to text's? Did he not carry his phone with him, or was he the type to ghost someone? ....but just then her phone vibrated
"I am at home, in the gym, ground floor, east wing.." came the reply. Leila stared at it, it was so blunt, exactly the way he spoke..
"Can we talk...?"
"About"
"Us...?" she responded, waiting for his reply, but it took longer than his other responses
"on my way"
***
Xavier put his weights down. He had tiered himself enough......he believed he could handle his wife now, as long as she didn't wear anything too tight fitting, or showing cleavage, or short, or lacy, or looking at him the way she did, or .......well...never mind he thought to himself, getting a towel and walking out of the gym.
He got out of his elevator, and started walking to his wing, a strange buzz of excitement in his chest, he stood out of his door, wondering if he should knock...well, I am her Husband, he thought to himself, and entered without knocking.
She turned around a little shocked, Xavier stared at her, his mind mentally groaning, his body reacting immediately.......sigh....why why why did she have to look like that? Leila was standing by the window, wearing a white dress, but the sunlight was pouring through her dress, making it all the way (almost) transparent, and he could very clearly see her sexy silhouette..
"You called me..." Cut Throat stated
"Oh...I did-didn't think y-you would be so-so quick..." she said stuttering nervously, Cut Throat didn't reply, he wanted her to take the lead in the conversation...
"I ...er thought......if you wouldn't mind....that is....maybe we .....could get to know ....each other..?" she said meekly.
He raised his eyebrows, he already knew everything there was to know about her...
"I'm listening..." he said
Leila blushed, "Why.........why ........did we have to get married...?" she asked, looking down on the floor
Xavier sighed, he knew that question would come , but he was worried how much of his world he could share with her, without it being a liability...but on the other side, she knew enough of his world...or at least enough to know how dangerous this conversation could be.... "Would you believe me, if I said it was for your protection....and Zach's of course..." He stared at her, waiting to see her reaction. Leila didn't respond, Xavier could see her mind racing, taking in the information..
"And Dylan....? You ...used him to trick me...." She said, the last part not a question but an accusation,
"Yes.." Cut Throat replied back, unashamedly, he had absolutely no regrets
"For answering all your questions....what do I get in return...?" Cut Throat asked his eyes darkening
"You too...can feel free to ask me...anything..." Leila said, her eyes growing big in childlike innocence.
"Anything......?" he asked slowly, ah....the temptation that was Leila
She nodded her head, misunderstanding his question
"When was your first kiss...and who was it with...." He asked, staring at her face, sure enough the colour rised,
"Oh........err.................i-i-i-it .....was......actually... with you...." She said, looking down,
His eyes stared at her bewildered, how can this be? As beautiful as she was, she probably drove many men crazy, but then again ....this was Leila Adams, he thought to himself, somehow it didn't surprise him...
"So you're first kiss was with you husband..." he said in wonder, mesmerized by his wife
"You-you're back...you got injured again...what happened...?" Leila asked, but there was definitely worry in her voice
Xavier frowned, this was one of those questions where there was a fine line between what he could tell her, and what would be best left unsaid.......
"If I answer...will you stick to your word that I can ask you anything...?" He said slowly, smiling to himself, his wife was so innocent, she was falling into his trap.
She nodded again, like an innocent eager child,
"I ........had to take care.......of a very dangerous man.....and let's just say.....it wasn't very easy...."
He said slowly, waiting to see her reaction, and again her eyes grew wide in understanding, she gulped, and slowly nodded her head...
"Okay........what's the question..? Leila asked
"...May I Kiss you...?" He asked, carefully anticipating her reaction, she blushed, and stared at him cautiously, and to his surprise.....she nodded gently........
Cut Throat, his heart and mind racing, he approached her slowly, bringing her face gently in his palm, and his other arm around her back, he pushed her up against him, this time though not shying away from any part of his body that may have started to become very apparent to her...it was best she knew the kind of reaction his body was having to her. And of course after all, he was Cut Throat...he had no regrets, when she gasped feeling it...
And as if it was the most natural thing in the world, their lips locked into sync, and he tasted her softness. His arms rubbing slowly across her silhouette, her arms, her chest, her hips, he wanted to go rough, but remembering what was in his arms, he held back and savored every moment gently and slowly.....
****
KO was standing in front of the mirror, in his bathroom, a row of medical tools lay in front of him, with some alcohol. He glanced in the mirror, marking a circle with a marker around his arm, his intricate tattoos making it difficult for him to clearly see exactly where he wanted to penetrate.
He took a scalpel, and penetrated into his skin where he had encircled. With his other hand, he put his fingers in, biting his jaw against the pain , searching deep inside for something , his face contorted with the pain, but he kept going and going till at last ..........he found it...pulling it slowly and delicately out of his arm, throwing it into the sink, with blood splattering all around...