Captured By A Royal Thug 2

by Heiress

  “I could have been King Iman of Droga. I could have had Bella as a mistress. Leah as the sexy servant girl that I bed every now and then. I could have a guard that would do anything for me, like risk his life to save mine. I could have had that and here you two are with that, and you still aren’t happy. It baffles me,” he finished with a laugh.

  “You only envy us because you were on the outside looking in. Yes, you knew what was going on, but you weren’t actively living our lives. It’s not as easy as it seems my dear old friend. This shit is hard and not for the weak. At the end of the day, power and riches mean nothing without love,” Adonis shared.

  “Which is why I wanted to marry, Madame. I could have had it all,” my old man spoke up. Madame rolled her eyes and wiped her tears before excusing herself from the table.

  “I can’t deal with this at the moment. I must leave.”

  “You will go nowhere!” my old man reached across the table and grabbed her by her arm to get her not to leave. “You will stay and eat with me before I die. You owe me that much sister.”

  “She doesn’t owe you shit, and you better get your hands off my mother like that before-”

  “Before what, Adonis? Before you kill me? You don’t have the balls son,” he antagonized.

  “Try me, nigga,” Adonis challenged. I could feel how shit was about to go left quick. Grabbing a knife in my hand, I prepared for the worst.

  My old man threw a smirk Adonis’ way before he grabbed Madame. He pressed his body into hers and smashed his lips on top of hers. Madame tried to push him off but his grip on her was too tight.

  Next thing I know, Adonis grabs a nearby spear from out of a floor vase and charged towards him. He aimed the spear at his head and without hesitation, he pushed it through. “Aggggh!” Madame screamed as the spear was inches away from her face.

  “Nooooo!” Iman cried. He got up to charge Adonis. I wasn’t going to let him attack my brother. Acting off impulse, I hoped over the table with my knife and jumped onto Iman’s back. Aiming for bloodshed, I sliced his throat with the dinner knife and we both went falling to the floor.

  I watched as Iman fought to breathe as he bled out on the floor. Beside him was my old man’s dead body. This shit had my heart beating. I had never taken anyone’s life before. Adonis always handled my battles. My brother was truly my keeper.

  “Don…I just killed him. I just killed, Iman,” I panicked as I gazed upon all the blood spreading across the floor. I felt sick to my stomach but at the same time, shit was exciting. Like a boost of adrenalin had hit me.

  “The… the guards are coming. This won’t be easy to explain to the council, Adonis. Amir just got in good standing with them. What are you going to do?” Madame asked. She didn’t seem a bit scared and that alone was some scary shit.

  “Amir leave,” Adonis ordered.

  “What?”

  “Nigga you heard me. Give me the knife and leave. Go clean up and stay in your room. Madame and I can handle this.”

  “How you gone spin this?” I curiously asked.

  “I’m going to have to come clean about our fucked-up ass family. Explain what our old man did and who Iman and Madame are to me,” he started.

  “We can say that I was threatening to go public with what happened, and they tried to attack me. You showed up just in time. I’m sure they’ll buy it, but they won’t if Amir is here. You must go, Amir. Now,” Madame barked.

  I took one more look at the scene. Shit was gruesome. It looked like a slaughter house in our dining room. “Thanks for always having my back, bro. Even when I don’t deserve that shit.” I grabbed ahold of my brother’s hand and pulled him in for a hug.

  “I am my brother’s keeper,” he whispered.

  I could hear the guards growing closer. Pushing myself away from Adonis, I crept out the back door that lead to the terrace. My bedroom was right above it. I just climbed up the vines and jumped onto my bedroom’s balcony. I peeped through the door and saw that Leah was in the bed sleep. I quietly made my way in and stripped myself of my clothes. I turned on the fireplace and threw my garments inside it. No evidence. No crime.

  I then started the shower and immersed myself under the head. Standing with my palms resting on the wall, I thought long and hard to myself. This night turned out to be a fucking horror show. It was so much said that I couldn’t unhear. It was so much done that I couldn’t undo.

  “How the hell am I supposed to raise kids in this mess?” I mumbled to myself. It was one of my biggest worries. So much went into being a parent and I myself knew that I wasn’t ready. Though I didn’t have a choice now. I had one daughter by my brother’s wife and two more daughters on the way. I had no choice but to get myself ready.

  The door to the shower busted open and my head jolted in that direction. My naked wife appeared before me. She stepped inside and closed the door behind her. I took all of her in. I stopped when I got to her protruding belly. For the life of me, I still can’t believe I didn’t pay attention to that. I had been in the bed for a month now, so we weren’t able to have sex. I never pay attention to her body unless we bed each other.

  Dropping to my knees, I placed both my hands on the sides of her belly. My lips trailed kisses all over her and her hands ran through my hair. My mouth fell lower until I was face to face with her wet treasure. I lifted her leg and placed it on my shoulder before I made my head disappear in between her thighs.

  “Ahhhhh,” she moaned.

  My lips spread hers and I invaded her insides with my tongue. My tongue traced around her hardened clit causing her to shiver. I then began to French kiss it as if it was her own lips. I sucked and licked all on her, draining her of her juices.

  “I’m sorry,” I spoke in between me feasting on her.

  “Ahh, it’s okaaaay. It’s okay,” she bellowed, pushing my head further inside her.

  “You forgive me?” I asked, sliding my tongue up and down her folds. Her legs began to shake uncontrollably. “I said, do you forgive me Leah?” I asked again.

  “Yes. Yes.” Her hands dug into my shoulders as she shook. “I forgive you, Amir. Ohhhhhh, God!” she screamed as her waterfall showered down on her. I made sure to drink every drop of her sweet nectar.

  After licking my plate clean, I stood up and attacked her lips. Her hands fell down my body and grabbed ahold of my dick. Softly, she stroked me. Her hands felt like silk against my skin. “Stroke it baby,” I encouraged her.

  “I’m sorry I didn’t tell you about the babies,” she mumbled in my mouth.

  “I forgive you, Leah. Shiiiit,” I cursed as she massaged the tip of my penis. “I understand why you didn’t want to.”

  “Cum for me, Amir,” she whispered against my lips.

  “I want to cum in you. Turn around,” I ordered, and she did as she was told. Her hands were planted on the glass wall. I had one hand on her hip to help my strokes and another was underneath her arm and wrapped around her neck. With one swift motion, I slid inside of her from the back. The urge to cum right then and there was extreme. She felt like heaven.

  My pumps were deep but gentle. I didn’t want to hurt the babies. Her hands wrapped around the back of my neck as she cried out to me. I was trying my hardest to hit the depths of her soul. I wanted to show her how sorry I was for making it difficult for her to tell me the truth. I wanted her to not only hear me apologize but feel it.

  “You feeling it?”

  “Yessss. I feel it, Amir.”

  She squeezed me, which only pulled me in deeper. I could no longer hold in the urge to cum. “I’m cumming, Amiiiir,” she sang. In my head, I thanked God as I came with her.

  My hands wrapped around her and I planted them on her stomach.

  “You’re going to be a great father, Amir,” she whispered with her face against my cheek.

  “Only because I got you,” I declared.

  We stood in the shower just holding each other. Then we began thinking of names. That’s when everything started t
o hit me. Reality was about to show its ass and I had to be ready. The first thing I was going to do to be a good father was get me and my family the fuck out of Droga.

  Leah

  My organic cotton sheets felt like heaven as I rolled around in them. I hugged my Hungarian white goose comforter tight just to feel the softness against my skin. I had the best dreams on my European goose pillows. Anyone my age would have the best sleep when they were laying on almost five thousand dollars’ worth of cotton. I was only nine and everything I owned was name brand and worth millions. Some called it lucky, but I called it being rich.

  “Miss Leah! It’s time to wake up. Your teacher will be here soon for your morning lesson.” I’m sure other kids had regular alarm clocks. I had my lovely maid Martha who woke me up every morning. She was the best.

  “Do I have toooo?” I sang, rolling my eyes. I hated getting up in the mornings only to be home schooled.

  “Yes, Miss Leah. Your parents will be very disappointed in you if you wake up late again. They pay a lot of money for your teacher to come out here and teach you, so you must get up,” she retorted.

  “They paid a lot for this house, but they barely use it,” I mumbled.

  “What was that, Miss Leah?”

  “Uh, oh nothing, Martha. I’m getting up now.”

  Snatching my covers from off me, I jumped out of bed and put on my slippers. I walked into my bathroom to handle my morning hygiene. Once I was out the shower, I brushed my thick hair into a ponytail and placed a ribbon around it. Usually this would be my mother’s job, but she hasn’t been home in the mornings to do it, so I learned how to do it myself.

  My clothes were laid out for me when I walked into my closet. Even with me being home schooled, I was to look my best. I had my own stylist at the age of nine. Some would say it was excessive but again, I call it being rich. Once I was dressed, I grabbed my books on my shelf and went downstairs. I could smell the French toast and bacon in the air.

  “Mmmm. Smells good, Sarah,” I greeted our family’s chef before jogging over to the dinner table.

  “Only the best for you Miss Leah,” she smiled.

  Looking around, I searched for my parents. My father was in his office on his laptop and my mother was yelling into her phone as always. My excitement turned into sadness. I seem to always wake up thinking that the day would be different. That I would go downstairs and have both of my parents at the table waiting for me, so we could enjoy eating together. A normal family where I’m not always by myself.

  As a nine-year-old girl who’s rich and home school, it’s normal to not have friends. I pray and ask God for friends. I ask him for siblings, and I ask him for my parents to be home more often. There is a reason why I feel like I can call my nanny Marg my mother, she practically raised me. Her, my maid and my chef were my family. At one point, I wondered why my parents even had me if they were going to do nothing but neglect the responsibility of raising me.

  “I guess it’s just me for breakfast today,” I sighed, hunching down on the chair. Just then my mother walked into the kitchen yelling.

  “No! We have to destroy everything. Anything involving that account will need to be shredded and deleted. Leah sit up in your seat. Ladies don’t slouch.” She held her hand over the phone’s speaker as she spoke to me. “I’m on my way.” She hung up the phone.

  “Hilary, we need to head to the office now before they send people,” my father spoke.

  “I know Leon. I was just about to leave. We need to take separate cars too. Just in case something happens, someone needs to come back to the house to get Leah.”

  My father glanced over at me and smiled. He then bent down to my height and kissed my forehead. “I love you, Leah pea. No matter what happens today, just know me and your mother both love you very much. Never forget that,” he smiled.

  “I love you too, daddy,” I replied.

  “Is something wrong, Mr. and Mrs. Calloway?” Sarah asked with a concerned look on her face. They both looked at each other and then stuttered to come up with an answer. “What’s going on?” she asked again.

  Both of their phones started to ring before they could answer.

  “Listen, we have to go. Marg will be here in an hour to watch, Leah. If anyone comes here, you do not have my permission to let them in. At all. Is that understood?” my father spoke.

  “Ye-yes Mr. Calloway.”

  “Good. Hilary, let’s go.”

  “Bye, Leah baby. Mother loves you.” My mother waves as her and my father rushed out the door. I wondered in my little mind what was going on. They seemed off in a way, but I couldn’t focus on that. It was time for my lesson and Ms. Wilson hates when I’m distracted.

  Later, that Night…

  Loud noises woke me up in the middle of the night. All I heard was screaming and big bangs. I thought that maybe I was having a nightmare but when I felt the vibrations from the noise and screams, I knew it had to be real. Rolling out of bed, I put on my robe and slippers, so I could go see what all the commotion was about.

  As soon as I opened the door, I heard my father scream.

  “Please! Leave my wife out of this. It was all me. She had no idea what I was doing. Let her go. Please!” he begged.

  I slowly walked down the stairs, so I could get a better view. The sight alone was a lot to take in. Cops were all over the house, searching through drawers and closets. Papers and junk were everywhere. They were destroying our house.

  “Save it lying Leon. We already know your wife helped you. We have a witness,” one of the officers said. “And I’m sure your lovely staff who is no longer getting paid by you will happily snitch on your illegal activity,” he smirked.

  “Please. I have a daughter. If my wife goes to prison, who will watch over my daughter? It’s just us two. Give me life. Give me life on top of whatever you were going to charge my wife. Just please don’t send her away. I will have no one to keep my baby girl.”

  “You should have thought of that before you started transferring your client’s money into your private off shore accounts. Take them away,” he ordered. Two officers then dragged my parents out the door.

  “Nooooo!” I screamed, running after them. “Father! Mother!” I cried as I ran out the house.

  “Leah!” my father yelled. “Please just let us say goodbye. Please,” he begged. The officers nodded their heads. “Come here baby girl.”

  I ran into my father’s chest. “Where are they taking you? Where are you going?”

  “Mommy and Daddy have to go away for a while.”

  “When will you be back?” I asked.

  They both hung their heads. My mother had tears flooding out of her eyes. “I’m sorry, baby. Mommy is so sorry,” she cried.

  “Please don’t go,” I teared up.

  “Leah pea you have to be strong. No matter what you have to be strong. I know me and mommy failed you as parents, but we were trying to make it up to you. We were really trying but we just went about it the wrong way. Don’t grow up and do what we did. I want you to get married to the man of your dreams and have a bunch of kids. Raise them yourself and spend as much time with them as you can. You never know when the last time will be the last time.”

  I watched as tears crawled out of his eyes. At the same time, they both told me they loved me. I couldn’t even say it back before the cops dragged them both away to a truck. I couldn’t stop the tears. My eyes leaked like a broken faucet and I didn’t have any way to stop it. One by one I watched each of my parents’ staff walk off with cops. Not one said goodbye. Not one.

  Once again, I stood all alone. I always ended up alone. “God please. I don’t want to be alone anymore,” I cried. “Pleeeeeeease.”

  “Leah! Leah!”

  I felt my shoulder being tugged on and I burst up out of my sleep. “What? What’s wrong? Is it the babies? Are they okay?” I panicked, holding my stomach.

  “I’m sure they’re fine but I’m not concerned with them. I’m worried about
you. You were crying in your sleep. You good?” he asked.

  I felt my face and there were indeed tears on my cheeks. “I was having a dream about the last time I saw my parents. Sometimes I think them going to jail was my fault.”

  “Leah why would you think some shit like that? They did the crime, so they have to do the time.”

  “Yes, but I prayed for this. I prayed for my parents to be at home more and then they get locked up. I feel like it was all my fault. I should have been more appreciative of the fact that I had black parents that worked hard to make sure I never lacked. I should have-”

  “Shouda, coulda, wouda, but it didn’t happen. You also prayed for friends and family and then you met Bella and Twan. Why, God sent you Twan, I have no idea,” he joked, and I laughed. “For real. Something is wrong with him.”

  “Don’t talk about my Twan like that. He’s been through a lot. We all have.” My head hung low. Amir had a point. I prayed for friends and siblings and I gained two best friends who are like my brother and sister. I asked to never be alone and they never left my side for ten years. Maybe everything did happen for a reason.

  “I guess you’re right,” I shrugged.

  “Yea, I know I’m right. But now that you up can you come off some pussy?” he grinned.

  “Wow. Really, Amir?” I said before turning around and laying back down.

  “So that’s a no on the pussy?”

  I couldn’t help but laugh.

  Bella

  “What do you mean, you can’t tell me? I deserve to know!” I shouted.

  “Queen, Bella it is not my place to tell you about-”

  “Oh, so you can tell me about me but not how my daddy died and why my momma’s picture is on this wall? The wall where Enzo hangs paintings of his dead ex queens. You mean to tell me you can’t tell me what’s really going on?”