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DESIRE
By: Shaxee Date: March 18, 2016, 4:58 am
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Warning: For mature readers.
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"You are scared.." He whispered as he pinned me up against the
wall.
"N-no I'm not.. I s-swear.." I tried not to burst into tears.
Hell yeah I was scared!
"Don't lie to me. You'll regret it." _____
When Rose, naive and scarred from her past, is kidnapped, she
learns that it is for a reason...this "reason" is at first,
unknown to her, but her life takes a dark turn when the reason
is unraveled and she is brought to a mysterious business, soon
learning that her kidnapper is part of the deadly and deceitful
Mafia.
Getting to know the man is one thing, but loving him is a very
different situation.
She knows that even loving a death driven person like Damien is
possible....if you can do it correctly.
From unleashing secrets about herself to having reconciled with
the Family, she opens doors she didn't expect to.
How will she cope with being around the arrogant man she has
fallen madly for?
And does he feel the same way about her?
ATTETNION: this book contains a weak female lead because that is
just her character so to speak.
If you do not like these types of characters, I suggest for you
to NOT read this series because you WILL get pissed off and I
will NOT tolerate hate.
The second series contains more of a strong female lead
character and maybe you'd like that better, but that is UP TO
YOU!
Thank you very much!
If you would like to keep reading, don't say I didn't warn you!
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As I walked home from hell, otherwise known as school, I looked
at the leaves changing colors on the trees. I winced as the
chilly autumn wind blew in my face.
Man, it was crispier than the girls with fake tans at school out
here. I swear, they look like pieces of freaking bacon.
I tugged my sleeves to my sweater down, feeling a chilly breeze
blow by. "Hey! Rose!" I heard a familiar voice call from behind
me.
It was just Heather. I smiled and I stopped walking, letting her
catch up to me. "Hey!" She said, out of breath.
"Hey Heather."
She sighed and threw her arms around me, singing out loud like
she had no cares in the world.
Typical Heather.
"So," She said, looking at me and narrowing her lips, "Are you
coming with us to the club tonight? Allison got us all fake
IDs!" She announced excitedly.
At lunch, I had heard her and all of her so called "friends"
talking about their plan to go to some little club. I couldn't
help but overhear the desperate, whiny girls.
I shrugged, feeling uneasy about the idea.
"Heather, do you know how worried my mom would be? She'd kill me
if I got home that late."
I said, staring at the cracks in the sidewalk.
I swear I could feel her roll her eyes.
"Listen Rosie, you need to live life! Get out!
Party!" She grabbed my shoulders, shaking them. My mouth just
hung open.
Life isn't all about partying.
"Heather..."
"Rose.. " She mocked me and I rolled my eyes. She snickered and
shoved me. So I shoved her back. As we made this into a game, we
kept shoving each other, laughing our heads off.
Suddenly, I looked to my side and a mysterious man walked by.
From what I could see, he had olive toned skin like me. His eyes
were dark and mysterious.
We only shared a short glance, but he definitely caught my
attention. "Oooh. He was cute, don't you think?" Heather
whispered to me. I rolled my eyes, blushing a dark shade of red.
"Aww! You're blushing!" She pointed out. That made me blush even
redder and I slapped her shoulder.
"Heather. He was way too old for the both of us." I said and she
scowled. "Well I don't care! He could have me all he wanted!"
She joked. I gasped and she just laughed, her blonde hair flying
everywhere from the wind.
She's terrible sometimes. Dad was right about her being a bad
influence.
I knotted my eyebrows close together.
"What!?" She asked.
I just shook my head and looked down at my feet.
Heather looked at me with bug eyes and a smile. "So. You coming
with us or not?" She asked.
I frowned. "Look, Heather.. I really want to, but-"
"But you're too lame to go." She shot at me. I could tell that
she was growing angrier by the second.
It's always my fault, isn't it?
My eyebrows were still furrowed close together as I looked at
her stone cold face.
"I'm sorry.." She said.
I just nodded. "It's okay."
I tried to swallow the lump that formed in the back of my
throat, but it just bobbed back up every time I tried. "I'm just
gonna go.."
I said, walking up to my driveway, both us splitting to our own
houses that were across from each other.
That's how we met. I moved here when I was nine and outgoing
Heather had no problem introducing herself. Me on the other
hand, had social anxiety, and the damn list goes farther on.
I think the source of my sadness was my father. I had grown used
to the feeling of being "not good enough," to him at least.
My best friend lived so near to me, so going over there and
sleeping over when I was upset or when dad was being abusive or
was drunk, wasn't a problem.
Heather knew about his...addiction.
And she knew about my mom's worrying problems. And she also
knew about my depression. She knew everything .
I never really knew what kind of work my father did...I don't
think he contributed to anything. He just owed a lot of people
money, and a ton of it. Who these "people" were, I had no clue.
As I opened the door, I saw my mother snoozing on the couch.
I sighed and lightly set my backpack down on the floor next to
the front door,
I kept my shoes on for a reason.
They were combat boots and the laces were a pain in the ass to
tie and untie. I planned on going over to Heather's anyways for
homework help.
But for most of the time, I just hung around the house, watching
Netflix and binge eating.
Is this really what you're doing with your life? You're so
idiotic Rose. Your friends wanted to simply have fun and you
ditched the idea of hanging out with them. You're so stupid.
"Mom...could I go to Heather's tonight?" I worked up my nerves
to ask her.
Hopefully she'll change her mind about going to that club.
She looked at me like I was crazy.
"No! You have to make dinner...and besides, your father will be
home earlier."
I felt my stomach churn at that.
"Why is he coming home e-earlier?" I asked.
My father got off late during the night, so he'd probably get
off an hour earlier than normal.
"I'm not sure. I need to rest some more.."
My mom muttered, ignoring what had just happened between us.
"Mom, all you do is just sit around and sleep. " I complained.
So many times, I've confronted her and she didn't even bother to
care each and every time.
"Well I'm sorry . I'm just worried Rose!" She shouted back at
me.
"If you were really worried about me, you'd protect me and be a
good mother instead of rest all day to drown out your
worries...what are you so scared about?" I asked.
There were tears in her eyes. "You know, Rosabella," She said,
calling me by my whole name, "I just want you to be safe. There
are just some things that you will never quite....
understand..." She quietly said, wiping the tears off of her
cheeks.
"I'm going for a walk, and then I'm going to Heather's." I
responded, grabbing my backpack and phone, not looking at her
face. "Be careful.." She said to me before I slammed the door
shut behind me. I walked around for a moment, staring at the
darkening sky.
I decided to dial Heather's number and I walked down the street
a little bit. She answered and I sighed.
"You coming over?" She asked softly, almost like she was
regretting what she said earlier.
"I was going to, only if you weren't going to that club." I
teased, making her laugh.
"Of course. Now get your ass over here." She said.
"I will. I took a little walk so I'll be over in a bit." I told
her, before the both of us hung up.
I felt the wind send chills down my spine and realized that I
didn't even grab a jacket, being my idiotic self. and the
temperature was falling. Nightfall was approaching and it scared
me.
I hated the night.
Night was when dad comes home drunk. Night was also when creeps
come out. The night was terrifying to me.
I regretted walking out here in the first place and not even
grabbing anything warm with me. I was such a stupid fool. I
turned around, starting to walk back towards Heather's house.
Shivering, I wrapped my arms around myself and hoped for warmth,
which wasn't acclaimed. It was eerie out here and I glanced
around, making sure I wasn't being followed.
I jumped when I heard the noise of leaves crunching.
Before I could turn around, a hand clamped over my mouth. I
started to scream against the stranger's hand, even though no
one could probably hear me.
My heart was beating faster than it has ever beat in my entire
life and adrenaline was rushing through my veins. I had to break
free from this person's grip.
It was an extremely strong grip and I doubted it was a woman
doing the dirty work.
Great. This made my problem worse. It was a man who probably
wanted to rape me, and then murder me when he was finished.
Wonderful! I'll probably be all over those shows like Forensic
Files.
I fought against the manly force, but nothing seemed to be
working. I could hear the stranger grunt from struggling and
yes, that answered my question. It was a definitely a man.
I suddenly couldn't control my emotions and I started to bawl.
The tears were coming down so fast, blurring my vision. I tried
my hardest to break away from his hold. Terror and shock had
taken over me and I just wanted to crawl up in a ball.
My actions and quick thoughts were interrupted when I started
feeling dizzy. Everything was hazy, and soon, I was seeing four
of the the figure above me. I couldn't make out a face...only
blackness defined his outline.
I glanced to my right and the last thing I saw, was the dim
light coming from the street lights.
Then I blacked out cold.
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Re: DESIRE
By: Judith Date: March 18, 2016, 5:02 am
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carry on
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Re: DESIRE
By: Victoriouschild Date: March 18, 2016, 5:07 am
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Going to follow this story like a good follower
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Re: DESIRE
By: Hoyenikky Date: March 18, 2016, 4:09 pm
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Following
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Re: DESIRE
By: Original Ann Date: March 20, 2016, 10:58 am
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Ouch!
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Re: DESIRE
By: Shaxee Date: March 21, 2016, 4:52 am
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Fiorella
I jerked awake, wondering where the hell I was and what
happened. My head hurt and I could feel myself moving, but
sitting. I immediately tried to look around, but it failed
because of a blindfold covering my eyes.
My hands were tied together as well, making my wrists feel sore.
But who knows if it really was a blindfold. It could have been a
sock for all I know.
I just hoped it was a clean sock.
It then hit me, that I was in a car, and surprisingly sitting
upwards .
Wouldn't the person want me to be tied up or something?
"Am I in a Febreeze commercial?" I asked out loud. I cold hear a
slight chuckle and I smirked.
Good. I have my first clue. It is definitely a man.
"No. You are not in a Febreeze commercial." I heard the man say.
His voice was very accented, making me want to hear more of the
mysterious stranger's voice, but it suddenly grew silent.
I sighed and could feel my emotions stirring.
What about my parents? What about Heather?
So many questions were racing through my head and I sniffled,
tears streaming down my face.
"Why did you take me? W-what do you want f-from me?" I sobbed.
There was no response.
"Please just answer me!" I shouted through my tears. Then I
heard music coming from the stereo.
Is this guy trying to drown me out or something?
I leaned my head against the window and silently cried until the
car pulled to a stop.
I didn't know where I was. What time it was. Who I was with. I
was absolutely clueless and I hated feeling that way.
Did my parents care? Were they trying to look for me?
I have to do something about this.
I leaned my head against the window again and felt one last
tear.
It was too silent.
An eerie silence that made me shift in my seat because of how
uneasy it made me feel.
"Calm down Rose. This'll all be explained in the near future."
The voice told me.
"How...how do you know my name?" I asked him out of confusion.
"You'll find that out soon." I heard him quietly say.
"That doesn't answer my question. How do you know my name?" I
sternly asked.
I heard the man sigh.
"Like I said, this will all be explained soon."
There was a long pause before I heard him again.
"Your name...It's bella." The voice said.
I hiccuped and blushed from extreme embarrassment. I heard the
car turnoff, suddenly, and I narrowed my lips.
The next thing you know, I felt a strong hand touching the back
of my head.
I screamed and jumped in my seat, trying to scurry away from the
stranger.
"Relax! I'm just taking the damn blindfold off. It's not like
I'm pointing a gun at your head." He tried to calm me down.
"Trust me.." He softly said.
I was debating over whether I should trust him or not to reach
behind me, let alone get this close to me! But I had no other
choice, so I sat still as best as I could, even though I was
shaking from head to toe.
I felt the stranger untying the knot behind my head and finally,
I felt the blindfold drop and I could see.
It was still dark outside.
I bit the inside of my cheek, trying not to cry anymore.
Crying wasn't going to solve anything and I needed to figure out
how to escape and get to the police as soon as possible.
I jumped when the car started and the music turned on.
And it occurred to me that we were at a gas station.
Now is my chance. I could simply unlock the door and frantically
leave this psychotic person. Adios!
It is risky, but I'm sure it would be worth it if I actually
escaped.
What if he tried to kill you, Rose? And how would you open the
door with your hands tied?
Do it.
I turned around, and reached for the door handle, pulling it.
Shit .
It was locked.
I heard the stranger chuckle.
"Are you creating an escape plan?" He asked with a sexy tone in
his voice.
My cheeks grew hot and I shrugged.
I could possibly have a chance to spark up a conversation.
"So. Since you know my name, what is yours?" I asked, finally
turning and looking at the man.
As soon as my eyes met his, my heart stopped beating. I silently
breathed in deeply and he gave me a half smile that almost made
me tremble.
He was so..... handsome .
And so familiar .
He had dark eyes that felt piercing to me. His lips were a
prefect size, and I looked down to where his jawline was. It
looked as if he was sculpted by Michelangelo himself.
And the stubble that was growing gave him a rugged look, that
didn't lessen his looks at all.
The scar by his temple caught my attention the most however, as
it traveled down until it stopped at the very beginning of his
cheek bone.
It is the guy from earlier when I was walking home with Heather!
"I'm Damien." He said.
I didn't reply.
"So, Rose. Tell me. What is the matter?" He asked like I was
stupid or something.
"I think you can answer that for yourself."
I snapped back at him. He just chuckled and leaned back, shaking
his head. "I would watch that mouth of yours sweetheart." He
said.
"When is your birthday?" He asked.
I laughed sarcastically. "Why should you know?" I asked.
What is he starting exactly?
Twenty one questions?
He rolled his eyes and out of the blue, pulled out a gun.
My eyes widened and I could feel drops of sweat racing down my
neck and back.
"I told you to watch that mouth of yours,
fiorella." He sweetly said, while pointing the gun at my head.
"Now, answer my questions and I will put away my weapon." He
sternly said. I nodded slowly and he cleared his throat.
Maybe this "Damien" likes to kidnap girls and point guns at
their heads and demand them to answer his random questions in
his free time.
Great. Now I'm part of his free time.
"So. When is your birthday?" He repeated. "December 14." I said.
He nodded, probably thinking of what random thing to ask me
next. "What's your favorite color?" He asked.
Seriously dude? My favorite color?
"Black." I sighed.
"Black isn't a color. Try again." He said with a hint of
playfulness in his voice. He seemed quite intrigued by this
whole thing.
"Do you find this amusing ?" I rudely asked.
"What? The fact that there is a cute girl sitting next to me?"
I widened my eyes in shock and then frowned.
"No, the fact that you've kidnapped me and decided to act like
its some...game! Asking me pathetic questions!" I angrily
confronted this "Damien."
He laughed to himself.
"The thing is, sweetie, what you're dealing with is far from a
game."
"Then take me home . I don't want to deal with you."
"No can-do sugar. You're not leaving my sight."
"Just let me go!" I shouted through clenched teeth, swinging my
tied hands at him the best I could.
He easily dodged me and I slipped, falling right into his lap,
to where I was lying down.
"Well this is amusing." He chuckled, looking down at me for a
quick second.
I squirmed away from him the best I could, I say myself up,
frustrated.
"So, Rose, what is your full name? And I'd start answering
questions before I pull out the gun again." He warned. I sighed
again in frustration. "Rosabella Elise Duncan." I replied.
He smiled and rubbed his chin.
"I like it." He was still rubbing the stubble on his chin.
"How old are you?" I asked, desperately wanting to know. He
actually didn't look that much older. Maybe he was in his
twenties.
"Twenty-five." He muttered.
"Oh."
"How old are you ?" He repeated my question.
"Eighteen..." I responded, fidgeting like a nervous wreck.
But in this type of situation, why wouldn't I be a nervous
wreck?
I started to think about my friends and how they would be
affected. It just brought the sentimental feelings I had, back.
"Why did you take me?" I croaked. He didn't reply, but instead,
glanced at me.
"I'm not explaining it, but there is definitely a reason behind
it sweetheart."
I kept finishing myself catching quick glimpses of him here and
there, and I had to keep reminding myself to quit.
Dark hair, olive toned skin..
He was a masterpiece. How could you not look at him?
Why isn't he fat and bald and over forty years old?
I looked away and there was a long silence. "I cannot believe
this is happening.." I whispered to myself. Damien looked at me
and rubbed my shoulder, his touch sending sparks through me.
Why. Are. You. Touching. Me.
Do it again please.
I don't know why I felt like that. For all I know, I should be
terrified of this man!
I felt like something fishy was going on.
Why the hełl would he take the blind fold off and tell me
his name? And he's wearing a suit!
I glanced at Damien and a smirk was plastered on his face. I
hastily looked back down at my lap.
What could you possibly be smirking about?
"You're so tense." He mentioned.
Yeah. Why the helł wouldn't I be tense?
"I was kidnapped. I'm sure you'd be tense too." I shot back at
him.
He smirked at me again.
"I wouldn't really call it kidnapping ." He responded, still
focusing on driving, but wearing that smug smile.
I could feel my cheeks heating up.
"What !? That is ridiculous." I told him.
"What's ridiculous is the reason I'm kidnapping you in the first
place." He mumbled.
"So tell me, what you did to me isn't kidnapping in your book?"
I asked, crossing my arms.
He shook his head. "Nope! And like I said , you will understand
Rosabella...one day at least. Now we have a long drive so I
suggest you get your pretty self some sleep. Capisce ?" He said.
I didn't know where we were going, and it bothered me a lot. But
he was right.
I needed sleep. Badly.
"How can I trust you? I don't know if I can even sleep next to a
man who held a gun up to my head when I was fully aware and
awake ." I said.
He sighed and ran his fingers through his hair.
It looked so soft.
I just wanted to grab it...
Annnnnd maybe/partially bash his face in the window for
kidnapping me.
"Just please, go to sleep. You can trust me. I will not hurt
you. I don't do anything to women unless they are fully awake or
ask me too. They are always asking." He said in a cocky tone.
Yeah, well why wasn't I asked if it was ok to be kidnapped by
you, Damien?
"Buona notte ." He softly said. I just nodded, leaning my head
up against the window.
Maybe it would be better if I slept with one eye open tonight .
And maybe I had Stockholm Syndrome.
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Re: DESIRE
By: Victoriouschild Date: March 21, 2016, 5:13 am
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Still following
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Re: DESIRE
By: nabla Date: March 21, 2016, 6:01 am
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Nxt pls
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Re: DESIRE
By: El-marvis Date: March 21, 2016, 6:41 am
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Re: DESIRE
By: amibabe Date: March 21, 2016, 10:12 am
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