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  “Cam I…”

  “Nah, let me finish,” he demanded. “What the hell were you doing with Fred and why was he calling you Rose?”

  I took a deep breath. “Cam I wanted to come and see you as soon as I got out but I remembered what you told me on your final visit to me in prison. You told me you were getting married and your wife to be wanted you to have nothing to do with me. I had put you through so much already that I thought the least I could do was respect your wishes, so as much as it killed me to, I stayed away.”

  Cameron nodded his head. “I remember clearly. Taylor and I never did get married. She felt that my heart was elsewhere and she was right, so we decided to go our separate ways.”

  “You didn’t get married because of me.”

  He nodded his head again.

  “So why didn’t you reach out to me Cam?”

  “Because I hated you and loved you at the same damn time. I hated you for the lies, the cheating and the humiliation but no matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t stop loving you.”

  “And now?” I needed to know if he still cared, if I still had a chance.

  He avoided my question, “Now I need to know about Fred.”

  I thought about lying but there had already been too many lies. I knew Cameron would be disgusted at my truth but I had too much respect for him to lie to him. I backed down the rest of my wine for much needed courage.

  “Cam you won’t like this, but I hope you’ll understand. When I first got out of prison, I went home to my mama’s house; Nayla opened the door and told me that Ma was dead.”

  “My God, I’m so sorry. I didn’t know. When did she pass away?” he asked genuinely shocked.

  “According to Nayla, Ma died six months prior to my release. She didn’t even give me a chance to pay my last respects.” I could no longer fight back the tears. Cameron handed me a napkin to wipe away my sorrow.

  “Nayla told me the house and everything belonged to her and that I was no longer welcome in my family home.” I dropped my gaze from Cameron. “So fresh out of prison I had no money and nowhere to go, I decided the only way I could make a substantial amount of money in a short space of time was by escorting. I was Fred’s escort for the night and Rose is my working name.”

  “So you’re a prostitute,” he reprimanded.

  I couldn’t look at him, “Please don’t judge me Cam. You have no idea what it’s like to be me.”

  “You’re right and I’m sorry, but you deserve so much better Assariyah. The problem is you put yourself in fucked up situations. I don’t care what you say; you could have come to me. Do you really think I would have turned you away?”

  Before I had a chance to reply, Cameron’s phone rang.

  “Hello,” he answered. “Okay I’m making my way now,” he told the person on the other end of the phone.

  “Sorry Assariyah, I’ve got to return to the office.”

  “Just before you go Cam… You said you couldn’t stop loving me, how do you feel now?”

  “I’m engaged Assariyah.”

  “Do you love her like you love me?”

  “That’s unfair.”

  “Just answer the question.”

  “Assariyah, I’ll never stop loving you but I’ve got to move on. I really must go now.”

  “Cam please, meet me tomorrow at our spot.”

  “What difference will tomorrow make?”

  “Please Cam, you’re rushing off now but I just need one more day with you.”

  He sighed, “I must be crazy but fine, I’ll meet you at The Royal Exchange, 5:30 p.m. tomorrow.”

  Cam left me with more than enough money to take care of the bill and made his exit.

  I poured myself another glass of wine and thought about what I needed to do to get Cam back. He still loved me, he had said so himself, I wanted him to meet me at the Royal Exchange Grand Café because that was where it had all started for us. I needed him to remember how good we were together. He was engaged, but Tola would have to find herself a new man, because I wanted my man back and nothing or nobody was going to stop me.

  CHAPTER 15

  The next day I got dressed to impress. Knowing that Cameron still loved me gave me all the ammunition I needed. He filled me up with strength, hope and courage to fight for what was mine. There was no way I was just going to walk away without even trying. You may think I’m scandalous for trying to break up a union but in the long run I’d be doing everybody a favour. I mean, think about it, would you really want to marry somebody who loved someone else? Cameron was my one, I’m the missing piece to his final jigsaw puzzle. Tola was the piece that looked right but the connection didn’t quite fit. Why would you want a fraction of someone’s love when you deserved that person’s whole love?

  I stood in the mirror admiring my gorgeous leather skater dress, I was just adding the finishing touches to my lipstick when I heard the keys turning in the door. Great! I thought. Aaron was the last person I wanted to see. If everything worked out with Cam I would be away from Aaron much quicker than my own plans would allow me to be. The bastard was only here for one thing and I didn’t have time for his shit.

  “Aaron I’m just about to go out. We’re gonna have to reschedule,” I called out.

  I waited for his reply but did not get a response from the punk. Fuck him, I was going out either way. Nothing was going to get in my way of meeting Cam. I grabbed my bag and figured I would handle Aaron on my way out.

  “Aaron,” I called again, as I headed towards the front door.

  There was still no answer. Dude was so fucking annoying.

  When I got to the front door there was still no sign of Aaron. I could have sworn I’d heard someone come in. Damn, Cam’s got me tripping. I laughed to myself as I opened the front door, but to my surprise he pushed the door shut behind me before I could get out.

  “What the fuck are you playing at Aaron?” I yelled furiously, as I turned around to face him, but the face staring back at me wasn’t Aaron’s face at all. I was looking into the eyes of my worst fucking nightmare.

  “Hello Rose Monet,” he said snarling at me.

  The grotesque scar in the middle of his forehead served as a hideous reminder of the past.

  “Please let me go,” I begged, petrified.

  He laughed menacingly. “Let you go before all the fun has started, now why would I want to do that?”

  John Mews was a very dangerous and sick man. I needed help and I needed help fast. He had tried to kill me once before and I had no doubt in my mind that he would kill me now. I opened my mouth to scream but his thick hand covered my face and masked my sounds as I struggled to breathe. He positioned himself behind me and used his free hand to twist my right arm behind my back. It was pure agony, my screams were muffled by his hand. John Mews pushed me down the stairs and into the basement. The basement was beautifully decorated and followed the black and white decor of the rest of the house. Its beauty was a stark contrast to the evil that was surely about to take place. I spotted a rope and a chair waiting for me.

  John shoved me down onto the ground and frog tied me very tightly. The rope felt like it was cutting into my skin.

  “I see you’re still nothing but a dirty whore,” he spat, referring to the fact that I had no panties on. My pussy was totally exposed and I felt so violated. Cameron would be waiting for me and I would never show up. That burned me more than anything I was facing now. Torture and pain were not new to me, I had survived the ferocious pit-bulls in prison, but losing Cam all over again would be too much for my soul to bear.

  “What the fuck do you want from me?” I suddenly found the strength to scream.

  “Your life,” he replied in a blood-curdling tone.

  I choked on my spit. “You don’t have to do this.”

  “Oh but I do, I’ve waited too long for this moment to let you just slip away. After the mockery you and your friend put me through, I vowed to get my revenge no matter how long it took.” He pointed to the f
aded but prominent scar on his head with the initials R.M etched into his skin. “You left me disfigured for life, you should have just killed me.”

  “I apologise for what my friend and I did to your face all those years ago but you tried to kill me, he was just defending me. Please just let me go.”

  “Silence,” he shouted. “I’ve been waiting for this moment, but I never knew how easy it would be to find you. The gods must have spun the wheel of fortune in my favour. A few months back I was having dessert when you and your friend walked into the joint.”

  I realised he was talking about the day I’d bumped into Dino when I was freshly out of prison. I hated this motherfucker but I needed to hear the rest of what he had to say.

  “I couldn’t believe my luck. I could see everything from the position I was in but I was not so visible. Unluckily for you, I overheard everything you both said and I knew that with meticulous planning it would only be a matter of time before you both paid for the mockery you put me through. I followed you both when you left for Hyde Park. After waiting years for you to come out of prison, I finally knew where you laid your head at night. I watched you very closely and followed you for days, taking pictures of your movements. Things took a turn when you and that punk decided to fuck each other. Capturing the images of you two in the act through the window was the icing on the cake. I took the pictures to Ms Von Tini.”

  I gasped in horror at the information he was throwing at me. Did this have something to do with why I hadn’t heard from Dino?

  “Where’s Dino?” I blurted out.

  He laughed mercilessly, “I’m doing the talking. Ms Von Tini was blinded with fury when she saw the two of you together. She came up with this whole plan. She has been pulling all the strings and you played along just like the foolish little puppet you are. Aaron Bridges, the clients, this place, it’s all hers. She wanted you to feel like you were getting somewhere with your life, before stripping everything away from you. She’s actually coming to see you, but till she gets here I’m going to deal with you personally. We have unfinished business.”

  I let out a gut-wrenching scream.

  He just laughed. “Scream as much as you want. It’s no use.”

  “Help… Help… Help me!” I cried loudly. I didn’t understand why nobody was coming to help. Surely someone must have heard my cries?

  “Shut up you stupid whore, your whining is beginning to give me a headache.”

  “Argghhh!” I screamed even louder.

  This infuriated John; he grabbed me and punched me in the face with his full might. “I said shut the fuck up, bitch.”

  My face was throbbing with intense pain. I could taste the blood in my mouth. I felt like the right side of my face was caving in.

  “This basement is sound proof, hell will freeze over first before anyone hears you,” he said ominously.

  A terrifying chill ran through me. If what he was saying was true then there was no hope. I would die here and never see Cameron again. This couldn’t be the end. Not after everything I’d been through. No it could not end this way. I could barely move my mouth. “Please just let me go John,” I begged him through the pain.

  John dismissed my pleas, he scoffed at me sardonically, “Instead of screaming, you can put that mouth to good use.”

  He knelt down beside me on the floor; he unzipped his trousers and pulled his dick out of his boxers. The sight of him made me feel sick. He grabbed my head and pulled me up. “Open your fucking mouth and suck this dick,” he ordered.

  I struggled to open my mouth wide enough.

  “Open your fucking mouth,” he barked and forcefully pushed his dick inside my mouth. “You better make sure you suck it good.”

  Fucking pig! He had me tied up, one side of my face was swollen and he expected me to suck his damn dick. Were my sins so great that I had to face this sick, twisted fuck again?

  John pounded his dick in and out like he was Ali and my mouth was the ring. He rammed his dick to the back of my throat, choking me and gagging me till my face was covered in snot, tears and semen. He was so relentless that I could hardly breathe. I was almost on the verge of passing out when I heard the sound of heels clicking. They say you can tell a lot about a woman by the sound of how her heels click. I knew things were just about to get even worse for me.

  CHAPTER 16

  Click, click, click!

  John scurried to pull his trousers up just before she walked in.

  Isabella Von Tini walked into the basement looking as pristine as ever. She had on a signature little black Chanel dress. Diamonds were glistening from her, from head to toe. I felt so ashamed. I was covered in snot and semen, tied up like an animal with my pussy exposed for the world to see and there she stood looking absolutely flawless. Power oozed from her. I was a pitiful sight and felt like nothing.

  She finally spoke. “Hello John, I see you’ve been busy.” She laughed as she examined the pathetic state I was in.

  “Assariyah…” she began but stopped abruptly.

  “John pick her up, strip her naked and tie her up on the chair. I can’t talk to the ground.”

  Just like a dog, John followed orders. He untied me and picked me up roughly. He ripped off my leather skater dress and bra, before he pushed me down on the chair and tied me back up again extra tightly.

  My blood circulation was being cut off. Only God knew what they had planned for me.

  “Much better,” Isabella stated. Without any warning she back-handed me across my face with her diamond rings. “I told you not to ever fucking cross me didn’t I?”

  My face was pounding from the pain she and John had inflicted. I remained silent.

  “Didn’t I?” she yelled and smacked me even harder across the face again. “Answer me.”

  I nodded my head.

  “Open your fucking mouth and talk. You want to be bad and step in my shoes but can’t talk. Did I not tell you to never fucking cross me?”

  “Yes,” I replied, shaken.

  “Good!” She kicked my bare stomach with her heels.

  “Arrgghhhhhh!” I squealed from the pain.

  “Now we’re getting somewhere,” Isabella said.

  My insides felt like they were about to explode.

  “But you refused to listen. Peasant bitches like you think you can cross me and get away with it. I’m the fucking queen. I’ve killed bitches for looking at me the wrong way. I should go ahead and finish you off now for what you did.”

  I thought of Cameron, my love for him willed me to survive this. “Isabella I’m sorry for what happened between Dino and I.” I lied, I wasn’t sorry at all but I had to try to figure out a way to get out of this messed up situation.

  “Don’t you dare mention his name. Dino was mine and because of you I had to kill the only person I loved for his betrayal.”

  In that moment everything stood still for me. My God… Dino was dead. I replayed what she said in my mind.

  “You killed him?” I repeated in disbelief.

  “Did I fucking stutter?”

  Isabella took out a phone from her Chanel bag and held it in my face. She hit the play button. There was a video of Dino getting into his car, within seconds the car blew up in a massive explosion. Dino was blown to pieces.

  “Noooooooooooooooooooo! Not D,” I wailed.

  “You have no right to mourn for him. He is dead because of you,” she stated icily.

  “I didn’t put that explosive there,” I shouted at her furiously.

  “Oh but you did. The day you slept with Dino, you ordered his life sentence. When John brought me those images of you two entwined together, my world turned black. Dino had broken the promise; our pact was destroyed all because of you. There was no way I was going to let you have him so I had to take him out.”

  “You crazy bitch, you kept him trapped for years just like Bonza held you captive,” I yelled at her. “But he still chose you. He chose you. You didn’t have to kill him damn it.”

 
“Silence!” she hollered, as she rained several blows on my naked body.

  The pain was unbearable. I hated the fact that I was so defenceless.

  “I swore I would make you pay. I got John to follow your every move. When he told me you checked into the ‘W’ hotel, I made sure my decoy, who you know as Aaron Bridges, would be there. I knew a greedy bitch like you would not be able to resist a guy who you saw as your meal ticket. You actually made the whole set up far easier than I thought it would be. Did you really think someone would allow you to live here for free? You really are a dumb putana.”

  Everything made sense, I knew Aaron’s offer or whatever his fucking name was sounded too good to be true, but in my desperation I went against my instincts and fell for the bait.

  Isabella continued with her threats. “Now I would kill you with my bare hands but our friend here has a personal vendetta to settle with you. Since he found you, it’s only fair that I let him do the honours. I can guarantee you one thing though … you won’t leave this place alive.”

  John had remained silent all this time until Isabella said, “John you have three days, no longer. Let me know when it’s done.”

  John laughed wickedly, “I plan to take her apart piece by piece.”

  “Good,” Isabella replied. She turned to me and spat in my face, “You chose the wrong one to fuck with.”

  “Make sure it is slow and painful,” she ordered John before she left.

  I was now alone with the monster again. I couldn’t stop thinking about Dino. Everything was clearer now; I wasn’t able to get in touch with D because he was dead. My heart ached. D was dead because of me. Nayla had been right all along. I was poison. Everyone I loved died. Maybe it was better if John ended my life, at least then I wouldn’t be able to spread my destructive poison to Cameron.

  “I’m going to gut you up like the animal you are, but not today. I plan to take my time with you,” John terrorised me, interrupting my train of thoughts.

  He pulled out his penis. I was in no mood to pleasure him. Little did I know, he had other things on his mind.