Chapter One: Richard: Just The Beginning

My mind was racing but I couldn’t let her know that, I had slight regrets about my decision but I couldn’t let Alana know that either, she’d probably cry if I told her that I felt like she was safer at the hostel instead of with me. I was paranoidly watching the mirrors as I waited to see one of Rodgers’ men to come out of nowhere and attack the car, I glanced over to see Alana eagerly looking out the window with the same excitement she left the hostel with.

It melted my heart at the sight of her immediately, she didn’t understand what she did to me, I don’t think anyone will. I had met my share of women around the world, no matter where I went, I was handsome enough that a simple look would cause women to simply spread their legs without a word. Many women actually begged me to bed them and most of them were easy to turn down but there were times when I felt the desire for them as well. Alana was different, that I could tell from the beginning.

I had managed slipped into

Ms. Edith’s Hostel

mostly undetected with no protection, I didn’t need anyone putting their lives on their line for me because that wasn’t my motto. I was craving something different from what I was used to, I was used to easy and hungry women that just was curious to see what it’d be like. I hadn’t mean to lose myself at the sight of her entering my room, she was so gorgeous on the catalog but even more beautiful up close, I don’t know what came over me to lie and tell her that she was hideous.

She was the most gorgeous thing that came into my life and I hope one day she would see that for herself, I adored the way she carried herself, so timid and imperfect that it was perfect in it’s own way. I had forcefully bedded her and took the only thing that was rightfully hers, and for that I’ll never forgive myself, even if she claims she has forgiven me. Her timid touch knocked me out of my thoughts and I happily clasped her tiny hand in mine as I held the steering wheel with my other hand. Her hand was swallowed in mine, she was so small and dainty and I loved it.

“Look, Richie…” She gasped as we crossed over a bridge, her eyes staring at the water below in awe as it glittered. “So. Much. Water.”

Her childlike awe amazed me, everything had her attention at once as I drove toward Wisconsin with one destination in mind right now, I couldn’t wait to fuck her in my own bed instead of the suite we always occupied. I wasn’t worried about my enemy the more I sat in the car with my woman, admiring the way she viewed the world now that she was seeing it through her own eyes. She was excited about everything, I was going to enjoy watching her explore the world instead of constantly checking over my shoulder to make sure he hadn’t sat up an attack on me with her in the car.

He’d be a fool to try such a thing and hurt the one thing that got me strung between taking on a normal life or finally calling a truce just so my lady wouldn’t get caught in the middle of my family war. It was something that Alana wouldn’t understand, she wasn’t used to the things around her and the last thing I wanted was for her to become a victim of circumstance because of my past. I’d kill myself before I let someone take the one thing that makes me happy away from me.

I lifted Alana’s hand to my lips and pecked the back of her smooth hand as she smiled at the show of affection I had given her, her smile was so beautiful and her dimples were desirable that I just wanted to peck her all over her face. I smirked at the thought of taking her in the backseat of my Lincoln, I could pull over and make her scream for all the animals and travelers to hear and no one would bother us. I love that thought, I could take my woman wherever she wanted to be dominated and no one would have the guts to stop us and piss me off. Interrupting me pleasuring my woman would definitely piss me off because she deserves all the pleasure she desire.

What was this lady doing to me? Whatever it is, it should definitely be illegal. I moved my hand to rest it on her thigh, gently gripping it while thinking of her positioned under me and her dress pulled up as I fucked her good. I couldn’t wait to get her home so she can unwind and also see how I like to unwind when I’m finally at peace, I wanted to coddle my lady until the sun came back up the next day. That was what I was going to do, after Rodgers had managed to slip away from me after sacrificing his men to my rage, I needed a break from being the bad guy. 

She wore her pink dress so proudly and I was glad about that, my lady had a confidence like no other and all I had to do was put her in the right material for her to find it. The dress emphasized on her breast and hips, her ample chest stood proudly and those big beauties were to die for inside or outside of a dress. Her thick thighs and wide hips were the perfect anchor whenever I was plowing her from behind, I’d grab her right at the pelvis and hold her in place as I dove into her folds, she couldn’t run from me. 

She was perfect for me.

“Richie.” She called, catching my attention.

“Yes, my love?” I asked as I glanced over at her before looking back at the road. 

“I love you.” She replied so innocently, so purely and only more did I fall in love with her as I drove the interstate.

“I love you too, my beautiful damsel.” I said in turn, grabbing her hand and pecking the back of it once more, and it was the pure truth, I love my Alana… Alana… “What is your last name?”

“I don’t have one.” She replied, looking over at me and her eyes lingered to catch my reaction.

“Alter.” I said.

She wasn’t my wife but she already had the traits of being my wife and I could also see the time coming, one day I would bend the knee and ask her to vow her own life to me as I would vow my life to her. One day in the future, she will wear a gigantic dress down the aisle to me and vow to love me though life itself, she will vow to not leave me and she will vow to cater to me. 

She already loves me and caters to me the best she can, and that’s one of things that make my heart jump in her presence. She couldn’t do much for me but she always tried, and with her cuisines so delicious and to die for, she cooked for me even whenever she was locked in the basement. I could never tell her that I didn’t eat anyone else’s cooking, she’d probably think I was being mean about it considering she had a few friends that also cooked. What would I do without her? 

“Are you the only child?” Alana asked suddenly, catching me by slight surprise.

“No.” I admitted immediately. “I have a brother and a half-sister.” 

“Will I meet them?” She asked curiously, cocking her head so adorably.

“My brother was disowned before my father died and my half-sister was murdered.” I deadpanned with no emotion because I was accustom to death around me.

“I don’t have any family.” She said in a distant tone. “Other than Sandy but she left a while ago, oh and Paula and Tammy, they were my friends too.”

“You didn’t have many friends.” I realized, only three people out of the nearly fifty women in the basement were her friends.

“I didn’t like them girls, they were so… snobby.” She said and for some reason, I immediately understood because that’s all I ever saw around me.

My half-sister was the oldest out of all three of my siblings and she was always snobby when we came around, my mother had her before she met my father and I was the second born about four years after her. She carried herself with ease most of the time but most men turned their back to her when she would open her mouth and curse like a sailor, my mother was the same without all the cursing but Destiny Alter had definitely got her attitude from my mother. 

My bother was the oddball of the family, he was the black sheep that tried to always stay hidden in the shadows and only spoke when spoken to. Michael-Danny was disowned when my father walked in to him whacking to a poster of a shirtless baseball player, I was the one who stayed hidden in the shadows that night. I was entirely aware of my father being homophobic and so was Michael-Danny but he had chosen his own path and there was no saving him at that moment. 

“Do you have any friends, Richie?” She asked, making me chuckle at the thought of friends… no, I don’t have friends, I can’t trust friends.

“One.” I told her. “His name is Ronald Ridget, a childhood friend.” 

I peeked over at her as she seemed to come alive at the sound of my friend’s name, my mind started to wonder as I tried to explain to myself that she only perked up because she must of heard his name before. Did she know him personally? I hope they never crossed paths before. The thought of Ronald fucking my lady actually made my stomach twist, for some reason, it made me ready to drive to his new home and beat the hell out of him while everyone around us watched. 

What if Alana’s the one Ronald’s been telling me about all this time, she couldn’t be because he said the woman’s name was Sandy… just Sandy, like Alana’s friend’s name, and just that fast I connected the dots. I had gotten defensive over Alana so fast that it was a little scary, I didn’t expect to be ready to leave a childhood friend in the dust for her but the fact that I would proved that she had an unremovable hold on me, I would leave behind everything to make her happy.

“We’ll have to visit them one day.” I told Alana, her smile eager as she quickly nodded in agreement. “Have you heard from your friend?”

“No, she hasn’t wrote me yet.” Her smile lessened in sadness, it made me believe she thought Sandy had just ditched their friendship, I knew that wasn’t true.

“I’m sure you will soon, give it time, my love.” I told her, not wanting to spoil the news I had heard after getting a letter from Ronald. “They’re probably still settling into their new home in Nebraska.”

“Nebraska, I thought they were in Tennessee?” Alana said, looking over at me in shock.

“They were, but Ronald took on a new business approach and moved, he’s an investor similar to me.” I explained to Alana but making sure to not go into detail, that wasn’t my place.

Ronald Ridget was a friend I knew all through my growing ages, we attended the same schools and our fathers were good friends in the past, they helped each other with many favors through the years and I saw our fathers in us most of the time. If Ronald needed some heavy lifting, he would call upon me for a favor and it was also the same when I needed the heavy lifting from him. 

We helped each other just like our fathers used to help each other when they were growing up and raising their empires from the ground. On occasion, usually every so many months, we’d drop in on one another and have a glass of cognac and spark cigars while catching each other up on the things in our life, our last sit down was only two months ago and that was how I learned about Ms. Edith’s Hostel and that it was more of a old-age whorehouse, my curiosity was peaked and I had to learn what the fuss was about.

Ronald said on a second visit to the hostel with two of his favorite men, one of which had passed the invite to him, he decided to stop back in while he was passing through Lovell, Tennessee to handle a new job investment. We laughed over our cognac glasses as he recounted the events of him meeting Edith’s secretary in a clumsy manner, he talked about how she had easily got all his attention from anyone else and how he had thought about her constantly. Sandy was the only name that came out of his mouth, but she wasn’t the first person that he had bedded from the hostel, he never told me much about the first girl.

“I’m glad to hear she’s doing okay.” Alana said, a small smile on her face as she seemed relaxed now.

“Yes, my beautiful, she’s doing just fine.” I promised her, pecking the back of her hand once more… what can I say, she was addictive. “We’re almost there.”

Alana eagerly sat up in her seat and looked out the window as I took an exit that led me toward the rural area of Wisconsin with mansions in the mountains and cul-de-sacs filled with suburban homes. She stared in awe of the houses as we passed them and headed to where my own gated home sat slightly up a mountain that was on near the woods, I loved the woods but it wasn’t safe with my occupation, anyone that didn’t like me could be watching me. 

The concrete wall around my home was securing enough because no man could jump it and not be seriously injured with a broken leg or arm, or skull. Alana continued to look at the house in awe as I grabbed the gate remote and opened the gate on my own, I wasn’t sure what the house looked like because I’ve been traveling for the last couple of months and haven’t returned home in a while. Everything was probably a little dusty but as long as nothing was out of place, everything would be fine. 

My home was two stories tall with an attic and a basement, it was able to house ten people on it’s own and that’s not including the smaller house I have in the backyard, but I put all my cars there and made it a second garage. The exterior of the house was made of tan rubble from overseas, the foundation of my house was painted a dark maroon and some how, the colors mixed perfectly in the morning and at night. I entered past the gate of my driveway and made sure it was secured before driving the rest of the way up to the mansion.

“Your house is huge, Richie.” Alana gasped as she continued to look at it in shock.

“It’s your house now, my love.” I corrected her, smiling as she looked at me with a face of happiness. “Now can I put something huge in you?” She giggled, I know that’s definitely a yes.

What does this lady to do to me? I’ll never know.

Chapter Two: Richard: Just So Perfect

The sound of a soft click quickly forced my eyes to part as I stared at the ceiling with a bit of confusion to where I was laying, I stared in the mirror above the bed before realizing that I was back home in my bed and I wasn’t alone. I looked over at Alana as she silently slept, she was curled into my side and upon checking on her, I started to feel her warmth against my torso. 

She laid so timidly against me and as much as I wanted to savor it, I gently pulled myself from her grasp around my body and grabbed my black FB VIS from my hidden crevice in my nightstand and went to investigate the click noise I heard earlier. 

The fact I was so suddenly ready to cover all bases for Alana’s safety had taken me by surprise, I was ready to jump into action to make sure she would be okay at anytime, even dead at night. I walked slowly and listened closely, immediately picking up on a whistling tone that was too familiar to feel like danger was nearby. I groaned with slight irritation and walked to where Kyle Martin was busy fixing the cuff on his sleeve to notice me standing at the top of the steps.

“Your, Martin, have a death wish.” I informed him of my presence with my statement, making him jump in fear at my sudden attendance. “It’s dead of night.” 

“I sincerely apologize, Mr. Alther, I believed you’d be away until tomorrow afternoon.” My butler quickly bowed respectfully before walking closer to the steps.

Mr. Kyle Martin was nearly sixty years old, he had a bald head with a very short nose, his dark brown eyes matched his father’s with a thick unibrow that I desperately wanted to take a pair of shears to whenever he looked in my direction. I sighed quietly and accepted his apology with stern nod before turning and walking back to where I had left my sleeping beau to find her curled up in the middle of the gigantic bed. I stared at her sleeping expression as she looked so at peace and so calm, her mouth slightly hung as she lightly gasped in her sleep, she must be dreaming about something very appealing. 

Almost upon cue, she rolled onto her back and released another soft breath as I watched her, amazed at her beauty once more as she slept at ease. Her breast were so wholesome and busty, her slight chubby stomach made my mouth water, her wide hips were very perfect and thick and it easily made me hungry for her as she laid so open for me. I couldn’t help but feel desire for her whenever she was near me, Alana was the perfect candidate for me and I knew because she loved me even after I did such an ugly thing to her. 

She knew that I was an ugly person but didn’t judge me for it, I wanted to hang up the hat that was placed abruptly on my head after my father’s death and cater to her solely. I was ready to become a good man for her, no matter who I had to hurt or kill, she will live happily and wholesome. In that moment, I swore I would allow no harm to come to her in any manner and anyone who was to cross her path and make her angry would completely regret it.

I eased back into the bed and couldn’t help but chuckle as Alana quickly latched onto me like a leech and clutched to me like I was her life support, I gently pecked her forehead before putting my pistol back into it’s rightful place and pulling her into my arms. I held her tightly without any motion to sleep as I started to wonder why Martin was coming in so late, but I knew sometimes he’d head home to his family whenever I was on business. With that motion in mind, I felt at ease more and closed my eyes, hoping sleep would find me once more. 

I woke up alone in bed, I immediately felt panic raise in my chest as I quickly sat up and looked around the dark bedroom to see that it was completely empty, I listened to see if maybe my beauty was in the bathroom but I didn’t hear a peep from the attaching door. I threw the comforter off my body and got out the bed with terror filling my head, where was she? I walked to the bedroom door and swung it open quickly as my eyes looked around urgently for any presence of her. What if someone came and took her from me? What if it was all a dream? What if she’s hurt? 

I clenched my teeth while pushing those thoughts away because I knew me bringing her home wasn’t a dream, I needed to make sure she was okay. I started halfway down the steps before looking into the kitchen and all my worry melted instantly at the sight of Alana mingling amongst the group of maids that were cleaning and the other half was preparing a hefty breakfast. I held the stair rail and watched on as they all sung a song while working together, it nearly brought a smile to my face at the sight of everyone getting along with her… I don’t have to fire anyone, as well as replace them.

I slowly walked down the rest of the steps and watched as my maids and the future woman of my life twirled around the kitchen, my head maid was busy setting the table in the dining room and I entered to speak to her instead of interrupting their fun. Mrs. Mary Wayne lifted her head immediately when I stepped into the dining room and the delight on her face was relaxing as I gestured to the direction of the kitchen and she simply chuckled.

“She’s perfect.” Mary said, moving closer to where I was standing to peek into the kitchen. “Not what I expected of you, Mr. Alther, for you had a bad taste.”

Mary was the motherly figure that I never had in my life, she helped my mother raise me until all the drama between the Alther and Rodgers flooded into the open and my mother had to make her grand escape, where she is? To this day, I still have no clue and I never want to find out or I fear she’ll meet her end early than she’s supposed to. Mary was barely taller than my actual mother at five-two, her eyes were a baby crystal blue that were so daring at times, if she had distaste for you, she wouldn’t hide it. Her angelic face was very aged with a silver bun in the back of her head, her attitude was just as strong as it was all those years ago when she never held her tongue to my mother and her owlish behavior. Mrs. Mary was my mother in many ways. 

“I think I’ve found my beau, Mary.” I informed her.

“I think you have as well, Mr. Alther. I believe you have.” She said, smiling at the way Alana also mingled with the ladies of the house.

I watched on as Alana giggled and twirled while the maids beckoned her on, they laughed and twirled with her as the singing continued, my love seemed so happy and content as she paused her dancing to help slice up the few potatoes that were left. I could see the happiness she felt while working in the kitchen, and I didn’t have the guts to tell her that she didn’t have to do that anymore, it would take her happiness. 

I had told Mary of Alana before I had left on my most recent mission, I needed her motherly answers before doing such a big move and while I momentarily had doubts, I knew Alana being here with me was no mistake and I’d do it all over again in a heartbeat. I loved her and it scared me. I would march the earth if it ever came to it, I would kill the president if it came to that as well, even my own family would be victim to my love for her. 

I stepped into the kitchen and the maids immediately took a stern approach to their jobs as the laughter quickly simmered and the dancing came to an abrupt halt, Alana giggled and fell into my arms upon realizing that I had entered the room. At times things like that were annoying, the way my presence caused everyone to stop what they were doing and get down to business or just stop and stare but not for Alana, she seemed to wanted me to participate… I’m not the dancer type. 

“Good morning, il innamorato .” I muttered into her ear huskily and she quivered in response. 

“Good morning.” She whimpered quickly, wrapping her arms around my shirtless torso and burying her face in my chest for a second.

I grabbed her chin and forced her to meet my eyes before stealing a smothering kiss from her plump lips that made me twitch below, I broke the kiss and gently caressing my thumb along her cheek to feel the soft flesh that I would delve into every night from this day own. Her warmth was unmatched, her love was so true, and her desire for me was unbelievable because no woman like this was meant to love me, no woman was ever meant to love me in this sort of lifestyle but she did with her entire heart. My beautiful Alana deserved the world and all of what it had to offer. 

“Mary.” I called without breaking eye contact with my lady. “Take my beautiful woman shopping, bring back enough to fill her entire closet.” I informed my head maid. 

“Yes, sir.” Mary replied with a light curtesy before gesturing for us to enter the dining room that was now prepared for her. “Breakfast, Mr. and Mrs. Alther.”

Alana’s reaction to Mary calling her that went unread but I was sure she enjoyed hearing it, I didn’t care to gauge her response because I knew it was something Alana wanted in the future for us, she wanted to get married and have children eventually. I walked Alana to her chair and pulled it out for her to sit before moving to the seat beside her, I watched as Mary quickly moved my plate from the head of the table to where I was sitting now. 

I used to sit at the head of the dining table whenever I was home, I’d sit there in my lonesome and would quietly eat every meal before disappearing into my office so I’d stay occupied. All was different now with Alana here to keep me occupied, I still would have to attend work in my office but now, it would be harder for me to want to work because she was here with me now.

“Thank you.” Alana whispered to me before looking at the buffet breakfast before her.

While I was used to this sort of dining, Alana was still getting used to being so pampered after her hard lifestyle in the basement of Edith’s building, she was used to scraps and if she didn’t get anything, she would have to go hungry until the next meal arrived. The thought of my woman starving pissed me off every time I would think about it so I tried to believe that she lived faithfully before coming to live with me. 

Either way, she was with me now and anything she asked for, my beautiful ingénue would get, no matter the cost. I was ready to show Alana the finer things in life like expensive dinners, ocean trips, and most of all, luxurious things simple money couldn’t buy. Breakfast was honey ham that was definitely meant for me but I would gladly share, a bowl of scrambled eggs with a basket of biscuits sitting right beside them, as well as a bowl of warm sausage gravy and a few omelets were sitting on a platter. 

Alana grabbed a biscuit and the bowl of fried breakfast potatoes to put on her plate first before passing me the bowl. I grabbed an omelet and sat one on both of our plates while watching as Alana grabbed the ham and gave me three pieces and took one for herself. I couldn’t believe I’d be having such a big breakfast with my woman and this was what things would be like from this day forward. Excitement flooded my entire being at the thought that this was my life now, I finally found my own happiness that Ronald talked about all the time.

“Thank you, Mr. Alther.” Alana giggled, pecking my cheek sweetly, making me quickly capture her lips before she could move back from me.

“Thank you, Mrs. Alther, for being mine.” I whispered, pecking her lips again before turning away to eat, considering I was starving and I knew she was also.

Chapter Three: Richard: Just Dinner Plans

I paused reading the letter from one of my stations in Oklahoma as a brief knock on my office door made me look up as Timothy Simon entered my office and bowed his head to me as I sat the letter aside and looked at him while waiting to see what he had disturbed me for. I rarely ever got disturbances unless they were important, and for that reason, if Timothy didn’t say anything useful to me, I’d shoot him. I wasn’t bluffing. 

“I just returned from the Ridget residence about your request for the next shipment.” Timothy said, I nodded slowly to acknowledge what he said. “He sent this letter with me.”

Timothy sat the letter before me on the desk and I picked it up and ripped it open as he dismissed himself with a light nod, I caught the sight of Alana peeking at me so cutely and I chuckled at her quickly trying to hide. She was eagerly waiting for me to come out of my office because she hated coming inside, she spoke of respect and such things and when I tried to explain that it was her office as well, she shooed me off.

I caught Alana innocently peek her head inside and I gestured her forward as I started reading my letter from Ronald, her soft heels clicked as she walked in slowly. I closed the letter and sat it down before looking up at my beloved and gesturing for her to come to me, I had an appetite that called for some bosoms and a nice plump butt against my groin. She stopped before my desk with her head cocked slightly while I rose to my feet and her eyes followed mine as I stood tall, she stared at me with so much love that my heart fluttered. 

Alana was dressed in a soft pink pencil dress that grasped every single curve on her body and if I had no control of myself, just the sight of her in that bodycon dress would of had me drooling lustfully. She topped the dress with a bright white evening shawl that barely dropped below her shoulders and I was thankful because I knew her dress had a low scoop to show her delectable bosoms that I could leave hickies all over. Her short black heels finished the attire and I was more than impressed at the sight of her as she stood patiently waiting for me to address her, I love this little woman with everything in my spirit.

I slowly circled around my desk and walked to the door to shut it fully, as she had left it ajar when she entered. I then moved to Alana with my casual prowling walk that I knew made her very moist, she liked to feel like I was praying on her and she believed I knew her every desire, I like to believe I do. One thing that made me love Alana so wholly was that she was different from other woman I ever bedded, she did many things the same but so different from all those women. 

I usually would get my release and never look back at any woman as I dressed and dismissed myself. I never kissed any of my women but Alana’s lips were destined to be kissed and her eyes would sparkled when she’d realize I’m staring at her. She was looking over her shoulder with a face of amusement as I wrapped my arms around her, she melted into my embrace instantly and leaned her head back to rest on my chest. 

I held her tightly as she sunk even more into my chest and I took the extra motive by gently brushing my lips against her neck, she moved her head to the side and that was my invitation. I gently walked us forward until we reached my desk and I grabbed her hands to place them atop of it, I pushed my pelvis into her backside to let her feel my discomfort as my length nestled against her ass checks. She pushed herself back against me and grinded against me, making me groan low in my throat with so much desire and hunger for her. 

Alana moaned wantonly and I knew she was just as eager as me as I reached one of my hands down to my black slacks to relief myself from the confines of them. She lifted the bottom of her dress and I almost lost control then as I stared at her round globes displayed before me, they were so round and perky. I grabbed the base of myself with one hand and steadied her still as she quivered at my touch impatiently, I didn’t miss a beat as I lined myself up with her and slowly pushed in. 

I was attempting to be careful with her but Alana wasn’t having none of that as she pushed herself back onto the rest of my base, slowly letting me suck into her treasure and the sensation was exactly what I needed. I took a deep breath as I closed my eyes and savored the feeling of her walls clasping on me tightly, the wetness dripping along my shaft and down to my swollen balls, and most of all, the warmth her sweet insides provided. I savored it all as I slowly pulled back then slowly pushed back inside while grabbing the back of her neck and bending her forward, to which she quickly followed my instruction. 

I then slowly moved my hand from her neck to her other hip as I grabbed onto them to hold her in place because I knew the best was yet to come. I teasingly pulled out again before slowly pulling out agonizingly slow that even I was frustrating myself, but I purposely liked to tease her. Her loud whine in response was her pleading for me to take her the way I normally would, I would always make sure she was comfortable before I let myself lose control and tear her insides apart. 

Hearing her whine was enough for me to drive my hips forward with full force, the loud smacking of our skin smacking was the motivation as she squealed from me targeting her spot. Her globes jiggled from the impact as I drove into her forcefully once more, not holding back as the stress of today disappeared with each thrust. I couldn’t help but throw my head back in pure enjoyment as Alana started to meet each of my hard thrust and it wasn’t long before her juices was dripping down my thighs and my dark oak desk. 

I felt the built intensifying and completely let any restraint in myself go as I drilled into her and her juices doubled quickly as her legs shook and she was making quiet huffs with each thrust. Her last squirt sent me over my edge as she slumped forward with me pinning her in place to fill her insides, I felt each jet leave as I groaned at the feeling of my balls emptying. The thought of filling her with my seed was something that always made me feel vigorous the entire day because it was a step closer to putting my own tot in her womb when the time comes. 

It wasn’t the first time we had rather quiet rough sex but it was always the best sex to us, we enjoyed when we could both get off at a low volume so that others wouldn’t know. We rarely had sex in the morning now that I had workers coming in and out to get more updated appliances, as well as Alana’s new wardrobe would be arriving tomorrow and I’ll have the maids hang everything on her side of the closet. 

I slipped free of Alana’s insides and stepped back while putting my satisfied length away, Alana slowly rose up and turned to look at me. I helped her lower her dress as she innocently peered at me when she thought I wasn’t looking, I pulled her into my arms and held her tightly to my chest while resting my head atop of hers.

“I love you.” I whispered, the affection shocking me instantly as it rolled so skillfully off my tongue.

“I love you too, Richie.” She whispered in my chest timidly and my heart nearly ruptured in my chest hearing her say it back.

Something about Alana really have me hooked and I still haven’t figured it out yet, I’m not really sure if I ever will figure out what have me so enticed by her presence, was it her smile? Was it her ambition? The way her eyes glittered at the sight of me? Her forgiveness? Whatever it was that kept me so stuck on stupid on her, it had to be something I saw permanently in her. Her body was not the only thing that I fell in love with, it was something way more simpler than that. It had to be her personality, the way she talk with her hands, the way she’d pause and cock her head so innocently. 

She wasn’t tainted, not even from my damaging touch. 

Perhaps if those eyes stopped sparkling, I’d see though this sickening love phase and be back to the Richard Alter everyone heard of. Maybe when she stopped smiling would I push her aside like all the rest and carry on with life like I never knew her, that was a ridiculous thought, I saved her because I loved her. Perhaps it was the damsel-in-distress calling that made me fall for her, but that couldn’t be either because soon as she was free, I wouldn’t desire her anymore. Whatever it was, I was going to find out, even if it took the fifty years ahead of us.

“Richie?” Alana suddenly called from in my arms, grabbing my attention instantly.

“Yes, my love?” I asked in my naturally low tone.

I assumed that’s why everyone thought I was so mysterious when I was just like any other man in this business, we all had similar traits like being attentive, strong-minded, and even courteous at times. I was more laidback, I didn’t do any loud noises or yelling and anyone that worked for me quickly realized that because I was more into preserving my energy for more action-packed moments. I was very relaxed at all times and I never let anything make me angry enough to rampage, other than if it included Alana, but that was understandable because she was my woman.

“I got a letter from Sandy.” Alana said, pulling her head back to meet my eyes pleadingly but I already knew what she was going to ask. “Can we go see them?”

I smiled lightly but it was so small that I was sure Alana thought I was giving her my naturally stoic face to match my naturally low toned voice, but I was actually happy that Alana was eager to go see them because I was as well. The letter Timothy had returned for me was about something that I was glad Ronald had brought to my attention, as well as my shipment of explosives I had ordered for personal use. I knew that Sandy, Ronald’s new woman and Alana’s best friend, had informed her that she was now with child and I’m sure that’s why Alana wanted to visit. 

“How about we talk about it over dinner tonight.” I told her, leaning down and stealing a kiss from her swiftly, a quick kiss that left Alana’s legs shaking.

“Okay.” She said, her lips lingering against mine as they parted when I slipped my tongue out to lick my suddenly dry bottom lip.

Realizing what she anticipated, I slipped my tongue into her and she moaned as she slurped it, causing me to jerk below the waist and my balls started to ache eagerly. I slipped my hands down to her ass and squeezed her thick globes as she made a soft noise that was telling me she wanted more, but I knew that we’d be in my office all night if we went another round. I pulled away and she pouted at me so cutely that I didn’t want to release her, I dropped my grip on her ass and stepped back to address the mess we made. 

My desk was slightly pushed out of place, my cup of pens had toppled to the floor, and her juices were leaking down the front side of my desk. I smirked at the sight as Alana buried her face in my chest with sheepishly, I used my finger to grab her chin and gave her a gentle peck on the lips after forcing her to meet my eyes. She pouted so innocently at me that I nearly lifted her onto my desk and finished what we had started but I fought the urge as I remembered our plans for tonight. 

I grabbed my desk and easily swiveled it back into place before walking around to pick up the fountain pens all over the floor, I sat the cup upright and replaced the pens as Alana stood in her soiled dress. She glanced over at me and I could tell she thought I wasn’t watching her before looking down at her dress with disdain, I looked up at her as she glanced at me again to see that I was staring at her. 

She averted her eyes suddenly but I already knew what was going through her head, and it was those thoughts that I hated the most, she felt like she wasn’t good enough but only if she could see the mess from the backside. I walked to her and didn’t hesitate to lift her into my arms this time, raising her off the floor as she quickly wrapped her arms around my neck to cling to me. I sat her on my desk and took the chance to admire her thick mane of black hair, the way her baby brown eyes looked hazel in the right lighting, her soft round face that I wanted to peck all over.

Alana then did that thing that I love the most, she cocked her head to the right instantly with a gentle blink as my heart dropped into my stomach as her baby brown eyes never averted mine this time. 

“Richie?” She asked questionably. 

I lowered my chin to my chest a little and fought the sensation to grin at her innocence while stepping back so I could help from atop of my desk.

“Go get changed, I’ll be in front, waiting on you.” I told her instead.

Chapter Four: Richard: Just Heading Home

“Martin.” I called as I spotted my butler eerily staring out a window as I came down the foyer steps. “I thought you’d of made haste already.”

Martin quickly jerked to attention while looking at me with a heavy gulp, he acknowledged me with a simple nod that I ignored as I dusted my blazer sleeves. I cracked my neck to help the slight discomfort I felt before turning to Martin with a raised eyebrow as he walked to my backside and I could feel him correcting my collar. I rotated my shoulders to make sure the blazer was tailored correctly and I wasn’t disappointed as I turned to face him while he leered behind me. 

He was odd at times but I figured it was just who he was all these years. He was the only person in the house and with it so late, I’m sure he was going to stay the night in one of the lower spare rooms. I figured it’d feel odd that he wanted to stay here by his lonely but one thing about Martin was that he didn’t mind being alone, that’s why him and my father got along so well. Things that the regular human found odd was perfectly normal to him, something I learned as I got older around the aging man that stood before me.

“Alana and I are going to Santo’s for dinner, we’ll be back shortly.” I informed him before turning back to look into the mirror.

“I shall watch over the house while you both are away.” Martin replied from behind me, and I nodded without even sparing him a glance. “Enjoy your night.”

Looking in the mirror, I caught the sight of something moving atop of the foyer staircase and turned around to watch Alana descended the steps one at a time, I was blown away at the sight of her. She was dressed in a gray trumpet gown that left a train along the stairs as she carefully walked, the neckline and sleeves were made of layered lace and her bosoms sat perfectly in the dress. 

The gown was perfect for

Santo’s

, which was a very high-end restaurant that I knew Alana would enjoy attending as they provided the perfect privacy and pretty decent food but nothing would ever be better than the food she cooked. I admired the sight before me as she gave me such a warming smile that only finished the picture in my head, I’d love to lift the bottom of her dress and take her right against the front door.

“Ready?” I asked while hoping I hadn’t made a fool of myself by openly drooling.

“Yes.” She said timidly with her smile only widening.

I opened the door and held it before allowing Alana to step out of the house first, I looked at the black Lincoln parked only a few feet away like I had requested, it sparkled in the light of the night like a black crystal. I wrapped my arm around my woman’s waist and led her to the car carefully while making sure to avoid stepping on her train as she walked with a soft swiftness that let me know she was eager to go on this date with me. 

I opened the door and helped her inside before tucking the rest of her dress, I then shut the door carefully and scurried to my side to get inside as well. I was just excited for this alone time, I finally was going to be taking my love into the open myself and I was more than ready to finally be doing this. I opened the driver’s door and climbed inside without a doubt in my mind that tonight was going to be a good night with one another. 

I started the car and it roared to life without hesitation as I glanced over at Alana to see how she was doing, she casually watched me as I changed gears of the car before pushing on the gas to start of to the destination I had picked.

“You didn’t tell me where we’re going.” Alana reminded me with the sweetest smile on her face.

“You’ll like it.” I replied instead, grabbing her hand and pecking the back gently as I came to a stop before the gate.

I always had a code box incase no one was home and I needed to leave, I pushed in the code and large black gate screeched open slowly, I need to remember to tell Mary to oil it when one of her and a few maids have free time. I glanced over at Alana eagerly, I couldn’t wait to inform her that we were actually going to take a trip to Nebraska so that I could personally visit with Ronald about important matters. I knew that Alana would be excited about the trip, I know she’ll enjoy seeing Sandy after so long and I was sure Sandy wanted to tell Alana about Ronald’s proposal in her presence, and not on paper. 

I laid one hand on Alana’s lap as the other guided the will to the location of

Santo’s

, I hadn’t been to this restaurant in so long for reasons that consisted of my Mother’s affairs. Alana’s hands cupped my large one and I could feel my heart nearly ready to beat out of my chest as she looked around with eagerness to see everything. It was rather dark so there wasn’t much to see but I didn’t say anything as we pulled closer to the city and the spotlights immediately started to light the entire strip of shops. 

It wasn’t long before I parallel parked in front of

Santo’s

 and turned the car off while taking the chance to get a good look at the building that looked the same from all those years ago. The outside was made of red brick with tinted glass windows along the front, and the line was almost out the door already, and these were early hours for the restaurant. I stepped out and buttoned one of my blazer buttons while shutting the door and walking around the car with my regular stoic expression cause I had no worries, we were going to skip the line. I opened the passenger door and offered my hand to Alana, she grabbed it gently and I helped her get out the car carefully so she wouldn’t rip her dress. 

I shut the door behind her before wrapping my arm around her waist and guiding her to the other door that was empty with a sign guiding people with reservations. I held the door for my ingénue to enter first and watched as many heads turned to look at us before quickly looking away upon seeing who I was, a few watched Alana and I closely when they thought I wasn’t noticing. They were trying to see who she was, wondering how we interacted with one another, guessing if we were together or not and I gave the solid answer of wrapping my arm around Alana’s waist while waiting for the hostess to return from seating someone. 

The hostess casually bowed her head to us before grabbing two menus. “Good evening, Mr. Alter and ma’am, please follow me.”

I allowed Alana to follow the hostess first, I was thankful that the hostess was patient as Alana paused to look at the live band in disbelief while soft, angelic music from a violin took it’s solo. I gently touched her back to remind her were we were and she apologetically smiled at me before going to the table the hostess had reserved for my woman and I. The hostess was unfazed by Alana holding her up and that was for the best, or I would be chewing her boss a new one, but I think she was just so used to it happening that it didn’t bother the hostess anymore. 

It was odd to see a live band around, as 

Santo’s

was one of the first restaurant to ever have one. I held Alana’s seat for her as the hostess sat the menus on the table for us, Alana took her seat and I pushed to to the table easily before taking my seat next. I looked at the hostess as she gently curtsied to us as a sign that she was dismissing herself.  

“Your server will be with you shortly.” She informed us as Alana started looking over the menu. “Enjoy your night.”

I didn’t bother to look at my menu as I stared Alana down, admiring the way her lips gently moved as she mouth words, her eyes lingered softly as she gently cocked her head and blinked before our eyes suddenly met. I smiled lightly enough for her to realize I was smiling at her because I wanted her to know. Half the time Alana got her thoughts was when I wasn’t being affectionate enough, and I hated to change that about me because I was known as being the cold jackass all my life. 

Alana was cracking me into something I’ve never been before, and it was scary.

“Good evening.” A voice spoke gently, catching my attention. “Welcome to Santo’s.”

The server was a male that was in his late thirties, his eyes were a bright green as he nodded his head to us to acknowledge our presence respectfully. Beside him was a more amateur server with a platter in his hands, the amateur server followed the first man’s actions before gently setting the platter in his hands on the table. I looked at the platter that he sat down to see a large cheeseball with crackers circling it, Alana stared at it oddly like she never saw one before and just that fast I was reminded of what she went through in her past. She didn’t have the life I had, she had far worse and that’s what drove me to make sure she lived happily, no matter what it took. 

“What can we get you for drinks and appetizers?” The older server asked softly, looking between Alana and I shiftily.

I watched him closely as he obviously looked uncomfortable to be serving us and I knew why, the deadly tales that many speak of in the Alter name would leave anyone shaking in fear. I was sure Alana never heard those stories and if I had it my way, I’d make sure she never hear them from anyone. I wanted to keep that purity she felt towards me forever but I knew that impossible, the day would come that she’d have to know the backstory to my father’s success, but not today.

“Deviled eggs and three cracked crabs, and we’ll have two chilled sweet teas.” I ordered instantly, it was the appetizers I used to get when I as younger.

Upon hearing my order, the older server bowed and the younger one quickly followed suit before they dismissed themselves to get the order passed to the chef, I looked to Alana as she looked around in awe, I didn’t blame her.

Santo’s

was known for it’s decorative beauty, the setting was very romantic with dimmed lights and a glass candelabra centerpiece if you desired to really set the mood. 

The red drapes really emphasized in the darkness with the matching red chairs and table cloth, a bronze colored handkerchief wrapped gold silverware to keep it from getting dirtied from someone else. It was a very high-end restaurant but the dynamic of the building with a glittery ceiling and patterned floor made the cost worth it, for others but for me, this wasn’t even a dent in income for me.

“It’s beautiful here.” Alana said as she paused her observing to meet my eyes while I admired her instead of the restaurant. 

Her kissable lips pulled into a shy smile as she sheepishly averted her eyes, knowing that she had caught me staring at her didn’t make me shy away from my own observation, I wanted to pull her dress off and take her in front of everyone. I licked my bottom lip as it went dry from the thought of doing just that, with everyone watching, I would have no shame. I caught the sight of our servers returning with our appetizers quickly, and I knew it was mainly because of who I was. The older server sat down a basket that had three crabs cracked open for easy serving, and the younger server sat down the platter of deviled eggs beside the cheeseball platter. They had one last server with them that had our drinks in her hands, she sat them down with a straw before quickly curtsying to show her dismissal.

“Do you need more time to look at the menu?” The younger server asked Alana as she pursed her lips before nodding gently, she’s so timid and I like that too.

I pushed my menu aside to show them that I was finished looking, I already knew what I wanted to eat because my taste never changed all these years, I wanted the broiled pork chop with sweet potato fries. I was too busy watching Alana when the servers bowed their heads before scurrying off, I was fascinated by her attitude towards life. Perhaps her living her life in the basement is the reason for her soft demeanor towards everything. She eyed the menu curiously for a second before laying it down silently and meeting my eyes again.

“I’ll eat whatever you pick.” She said, making me nod one time, as I figured that’s what she would decide anyway.

“Of course, my love.” I replied while reaching across the table and grabbing her extremely soft hand that fit so little in mine.

I brushed my thumb along the back of her hand as she smiled at me with such a love-filled expression that I was ready to bend the knee, but that wasn’t part of my plans right now. However, that time will come when I know I’m more than ready. I knew that when Alana found out what I had planned, she’d probably go berserk once I told her that I wanted to go see Ronald. I know she’d enjoying seeing Sandy again after so long, definitely when Sandy tell her about her latest discovery.

“How would a trip to Nebraska sound?” I asked her suddenly, I wasn’t really sure how she’d respond.

“Really?” She asked, cocking her head excitedly. “We’re going to go see Sandy?” 

“Yes.” I honestly expected her to go swooping around in excitement but she held her excitement in very well.

“Thank you.” She said, making me nod my head once more as the server returned but this time, it was only the older one.

“Have you two had enough time?” He asked me and I nodded, it was traditional for the man of the couple to be addressed by someone first.

“Two broiled pork chop with sweet potato fries.” I ordered for us both before he nodded, bowed very deep, and grab both of our menus before disappearing quickly.

“I made dessert.” Alana informed me and I nodded, so that meant we didn’t have to get any dessert. “Your butler gave me the recipe for a German apple pie.”

“That mean we can head straight home, yes?” I asked for certainty. “I never tried one of those before.”

“I haven’t either.” She said, squeezing my hand gently. “He showed me how to make it too, he’s so universal.” She giggled.

“Indeed he is.” I said, wanting to stop talking about my odd butler and more about our plans after dinner. “Will we be taking this pie to the bedroom?” 

“Of course.” Her giggling continued, making me smirk slightly as our food was brought to us. “With whipping top.”

“Perhaps we should skip dinner.” I replied while imagining her laying before me with whip topping all over her, that would definitely be a decadent dessert.

She laughed softly and shook her head while grabbing a sweet potato fry off her plate to taste it, she slowly nodded her head before grabbing another one as I released her hand so she could eat in peace. I wasn’t hungry, I’m never hungry. I watched as she ate with my plate of food slowly cooling, I enjoyed watching her expressions as she ate her food. She would make the cutest delicious or disgusting faces and that’s why I tended to stare at her the oddest times, she pulled a sautéed onion from her mouth and sat it aside with a frown.

“Spicy.” She moaned before grabbing her tea to take a sip.

“I should of thought of that.” I whispered. “I apologize.” 

She smiled at me before setting her cup side and cocking at me. “You’re not hungry?”

“I am, but not for food.” I noted to her while also looking at her thick breast sitting so proudly, I was hungry for her.

“Well, we should go then.” She said, making me nod while waving over a random server to get the ticket paid.

After paying for the meal, I rose to my feet and Alana did the same as she waited for her to wrap my arm around her waist, which I did. I led us through the restaurant and back to the car while taking the chance to grope her bottom, I didn’t care who caught me feeling her up. I then planted a kiss on her neck before opening the door to the Lincoln and helping her in again like before. 

I hurried to climb in the driver side and just as I started the car, Alana grabbed my face and made me look at her. Her soft lips touched mine and I shocked myself by nearly melting back in the seat as I wrapped my arm around her waist and started to pull her in my lap. She pulled away and gave me such a hungry look that my dick twitched for her, I couldn’t wait to put in deep in her stomach.

“Let’s get home.” I said, pulling out of the parking spot and driving in the direction of the house.

I smiled over at Alana as she cracked her window a little and her hair went flowing all over the place, reminding me of the day I took her home. My heart fluttered as I glanced at the road before me then back at her, it was as if the world stopped in slow motion as she smiled over at me. I smiled back, and it was genuine because I loved her so much that the shell I put up cracked then and there. I remembered it all, the butterflies in my stomach as we drove and I kept thinking of Alana and I’s future together, I wanted a future with her and no one else. 

Bright headlights blared suddenly and by the time I could address what was about to happen, the loud crash of their car hitting ours made my ears ring and the force caused the car to spin as I released the wheel to try and make sure Alana was okay. I could feel the agony in my lower right calf as I looked up to see another set of headlights coming on the passenger side, I opened my mouth to warn Alana to brace herself again but it was too late. She was holding her head with an agonized expression, blood rolled down her head and just as she looked up, the car crashed into us with full force on her side.

I felt the Lincoln flip easily from the second blow that left us upside down, everything blurred over with a red hue, one of my eyes were bleeding heavily. I couldn’t hear anything but ringing as I tried to shake off the disorientation I felt, I looked over to see if my woman was okay. I could hear faint screaming as Alana looked to be getting drug out the Lincoln. She was kicking and screaming, her arms were gashed from all the broken glass as she tried to fight the person off. 

“No fighting me, la cagna ( bitch ).” The person yelled angrily and I felt my blood run cold at that voice.

I tried to quickly clear my vision as Alana screaming suddenly stopped and I looked up with the same blurriness just as Stephen peered into the car, I blinked to try and see what was happening and where my ingénue went. 

“Look at this…” Stephen chuckled with a quiet tsk at the end. “Pity.”

Stephen Rodgers was almost six feet with dark green eyes that glittered mischievously, his hair was slicked back as he held a smoking cigar between his lips. He was built solid enough to scare many but he didn’t scare me even the slightest, he only knew how to piss me off more than make me fear him. 

His Italian accent was the voice of my most recent nightmares, I should of saw something coming and that only made my anger grow as I struggled to get my giant form from within the locks of the car. I had let my guard down and he struck like I should of anticipated, my woman got hurt because of my foolishness. He smirked at me while looking at in this terrible shape, I could feel my eyebrow bleeding and my lip felt busted. I had a cramping pain in my chest, I looked to see that I had been impaled by one of my spare blades I left in my car. 

“Relax…” He chuckled with the humor of seeing me like this. “You did this to her.  Un passo avanti . One step ahead, as you Americans say.” 

He then stuck his cigar back in his mouth to take a heavy puff and blow it in my face, it made my cuts burn but I was unfazed because of all the anger I felt, I wanted to cut him apart piece by piece until he bled to death. I wanted to find his daughter and decapitate her right before him as he was cemented into his future death bed. 

I wanted to burn his home down with his family stuck inside, I wanted him to pay for what did to me and my woman. He had ruined our night and took her somewhere. Stephen chuckled one last time before disappearing and seconds later, I heard the sound of the two cars screeching away.

He was going to pay for this. 

Even if it meant with a dying breath.

Chapter Five: Richard: Just A Betrayal

I felt like I was floating around in the darkness and for a second, I believed I was dead but the soft beeping of a machine let me know that my senses were slowly returning to me, as well as my memories. I could see Alana laying beside me in our bedroom, her soft brown eyes opened and I nearly felt my heart jump out my chest as she gave me the sweetest smile I ever saw. Her eyes sparkled as the curtain in the room flapped open and I could see the sun shining on her, I remembered that this was the sight that I opened my eyes to the next morning. 

I jerked up and looked around to access exactly where I was, I could tell it was my personal infirmary. The room was solid white with two large cabinets in the far corner that was filled with the latest medical equipment, I didn’t use this room unless it was bad enough. I hated the fact I had this room in my home but it seemed to come into hand after all. I was on a white bed with a white sheet pulled up to my waist, I had bandages all over my chest and my left shoulder had to large bandages stuck on them. I looked at a nearby mirror to see the cuts on my face also patched up, it wasn’t a nightmare this time…

“M-Mr. Alter, please-” Mary’s hesitant voice trembled as she rose from her seat.

Her eyes were drooping from lack of sleep and the worry on her face only agitated me because she knew I hated people being concerned for me, I always had too much pride for others to cry over me. I rotated my shoulders while throwing my legs over the side of the bed, I could feel my strength coming back already.

“Have Timothy sent to my office, tell him it’s urgent.” I said to Mary as she hurried to my side to stop me from getting to my feet

“As you wish, Mr. Alter, but-” She tried to talk me into calming down as sheet covering my lower half fell to the floor, she didn’t seemed fazed by the exposure of my groin.

“ NOW !“ I yelled angrily, cutting her off instantly because I didn’t want to hear that shit right now.

She respectfully bowed her head before leaving the room as I walked to where a set of fresh clothes were laying, I was angry that I hadn’t been woken up sooner, fuck if I needed rest or not. Alana was out there with that monster and there was no telling what he was doing to her right now, I’m going to rip him apart. I cracked my neck and pulled my button-up shirt on slowly because the stretching of my muscles was excruciatingly painful but I was going to let it slow me down, my woman was in danger. 

I gritted my teeth to keep from shouting in pain as I slipped into my black slacks and buttoned them up, I looked back in the mirror at my exposed torso. I was mostly unfazed by the damage done, I hated to see all the patches covering my scratches and cuts from the wreck. I was going to make that bastard pay for what he’s done, for the trauma Alana must have right now, and for the fact that he put me through this much distress about her. I was going to make an example of that asshole for anyone that would want to follow in his footsteps. 

I walked to the door and opened it to let myself out, I grabbed onto the railing and slid along it while to muster the majority of my strength, it was time for a meeting. I shuffled to my office and swung the door open heavily, it banged against the wall and caused Timothy and Aaron, two of my main workers that I call upon all the time. Timothy jumped to his feet as he quickly bowed his head to me and waited for his new assignment, I ignored him as Aaron mainly backed himself into the corner of my office with caution. They knew that I was a ticking timebomb because of what happened, and they were on eggshells. 

“Inform Ronald that our plans will be on hold.” I told Timothy as I circled my desk and sat in my chair, quietly feeling relief upon doing so. “Tell him urgent matters have come up.”

Timothy bowed his head once more before scurrying out the office to do as I told him, I then turned to Aaron as he stepped forward, Aaron was more of my side commander that kept all my workers updated.

“Host a meeting in my conference office in the basement, tell them it’s war.” I told him and he bowed his head before exiting my office as well. 

I closed my eyes and immediately was haunted with a loud yell that caused my ears to ring suddenly, I had opened my eyes to the same scene with Alana screaming for me to help her and my heart dropped in my chest. I could feel the same anxiety and fear building in me as I looked over to see her being ripped out the car, I wanted to grab her but I was too disoriented to do anything for her. 

I closed my eyes and opened them again to see that I was back in my office and Alana was standing near the window, peering out so innocently like she had the first day she came home with me. She had that child-like with nearly everything in the vicinity, she wasn’t used to such a living. I reached up and wiped the warmth that I felt at my left eye, I assumed I was bleeding from my eyeball again but when I looked at my finger, the wetness it was clear.

There’s no way in hell…

A brief knock caught my attention and I looked to my door that was shut, I quickly cracked my neck to relieve some discomfort and cleared my throat.

“Enter.” I ordered, gritting my teeth as I thought of Alana peeking in my office like she used to, I want my love home this instant.

The door opened slowly and Mary had entered very cautiously as she balanced a tray in one hand and held the door open with the other, I stared at her as she refused to meet my gaze while nearing me. She sat the tray down before me and I accessed the meal with no appetite, it was tomato soup with a few plain crackers on the side. I looked up at her again as she backed away and patiently waited for me to take a bite as she used to, she used to always worry about me eating.

“Thank you, Mary.” I told her to dismiss her with no intentions on eating.

“Your welcome, Mr. Alter.” She said before walking to the office door but suddenly she paused and glanced at me. “Mr. Alter…”

“Yes, Mary?” I asked, not meeting her gaze as I stared at the swirling tomato soup. 

“I miss her too.” She said while exiting the room so I couldn’t reply to her, not that I had anything to say back to her.

At least I knew I wasn’t the only one that missed her presence in the house, I leaned back in my chair while picturing us fucking in my office yesterday, she had wetted my desk. I miss my woman so much, and if I could go back and change how things planned out, I would in a heartbeat. Maybe us deciding to go out was a bad idea after all, maybe I should of ate my dinner and didn’t rush her to finish. Maybe I should of ordered something for Mary to get us before she went home, I should of did many things different last night. 

In that moment, something dawned on me because only a few people knew where Alana and I were going, I had made a reservation at Santo’s and they could of ticketed Stephen Rodgers ahead of time. I rose to my feet with a driving power because I was going to find the right person to torture until I got my answers, and I knew exactly who to bring the basement first. I walked to the door and swung the door open with found energy, I couldn’t wait to rip the owner of Santo’s fingernails off one at a time, and that was just the beginning of the things I’m going to do to him.

“

AARON

!“ I bellowed, hearing lots of people shuffle as Aaron quickly climbed the steps two at a time to meet me at the top of the staircase. “Get Santo’s owner by all means.”

“Yes, sir.” Aaron said, quickly turning around with a look of hunger in his eyes cause he knew what time it was… I’m going to get to the bottom of this no matter what it takes. 

I watched as Aaron grabbed three of his men on standby and they exited the premises with haste, I was pleased with the readiness he showed to bring me justice, it’s why I looked at him like a commanding officer at times. Knowing that bringing Santo’s in to talk wouldn’t be easy, I started to my basement so that I would be waiting on them to arrive, and not vice versa. I noticed the deadness of the house as I reached the bottom of the staircase, the kitchen was so quiet I didn’t know a few maids were preparing dinner already. 

It was odd because Alana was usually bounding around the kitchen and helping them with eagerness they enjoyed, not because she was helping but because they enjoyed her company. I took a heavy breath as I pushed onward, walking toward the secret staircase that only my mob workers knew about. I pushed the bookcase aside with a hard heave, normally, it wasn’t a problem for me to move the furniture but with my wounds opening fresh, it was a slow drain on my strength. 

I eased down the staircase and stepped into my torture chamber, most of the gruesome equipment hadn’t been clean from the last encounter and that was perfect. Someone was going to feel my pain. I could hear heavy rustling in the other hallway that was a secret entrance and exit that I had my mob workers always take the victims through. The sound only increased the closer they got until they appeared in the doorway, Aaron was holding the Santo’s owner on the left and one of my various mob workers had him on the right as he struggled against them. 

“Get filthy manos (hands) off me!” Mr. Mateo Santo’s yelped at them as he struggled against them.

He was whining and speaking in his pleading broken English that was immediately annoying, I should of known not to trust him. He had a bag over his head so that he had no view of where he was, I’m sure they had also threw him in the trunk of the Lincoln they used, my finger was twitching.

“Mr. Santo’s.” I called and his struggling immediately seized at my voice before he quickly started pleading again.

“M-Mr. Alter!” He said in shock while looking around haphazardly. “I-I do nothing for this… castigo (punishment).” He was correct, he never caused my family trouble when he worked for my father in the past.

I gestured for Aaron and the other mob worker to tie him in the chair, they hustled him to the chair as Mr. Santo’s continued to try and plead in Spanish, I wasn’t hearing none of that bullshit right now. They used rope to make sure he couldn’t escape, I leaned against the wall as Aaron pulled the bag from over Mr. Santo’s head so that he could see finally. Mr. Santo blinked quickly to help his eyes adjust to the dimness of the room while I waited for him to come more to his senses.

“Where is Stephen Rodgers?” I asked, cocking my head while closely watching his body language.

“I-I don’t know.” He said, his eyes flickering around nervously, he was afraid.

“I’ll ask one more time.” I threatened. “Where is Stephen Rodgers?” I asked again.

“ No estoy seguro! De qué se trata esto? No hice nada! (I’m not sure! What is this about? I didn’t do anything!).“ He started to yell in Spanish while I gestured for Aaron to start the process.

I watched as Aaron punched Mr. Santo’s hard and waved his hand to help with the pain of the blow, I stayed silent as Aaron and the other mob worker took turns at beating him with their fist. Mr. Santo’s was babbling in pain by the time I stepped forward and kneed before him, his eyes had swelled immediately and he had blood running from a cut on his right eyebrow from Aaron’s loyalty ring. 

“ Nicolás (Nicholas).“ He muttered through his bloody lips instantly as he stared at me with his one good eye, he cracked before I could get to the gruesome fun.

I rose to my height and turned to look at the Aaron and my mob worker that had immediately made a name for himself in my mind, I was proud of their work and now they had another task. Mr. Santo’s was no longer needed as he had told me who worked for and who had helped him, I looked back at Mr. Santo’s as he passed out from the head blows he had gotten, he was lucky he did.

“Take a finger. and drop him in front of his shop.” I told informed them before dismissing myself as they quickly rushed to do as I said. “Meet back here with an instant.”

I walked up the steps with my hands in my pocket, I left the bookcase pushed aside as I advanced from the private hallway none of my house workers were allowed to go clean by any means. It made sense. He knew we were heading to Santo’s for dinner and the more I bounced that name around in my head, I knew my intuition was correct about this one and I had no doubt. 

I looked at a random mob worker that was on standby by the kitchen threshold, he was quietly conversing with a maid that was busy scrubbing potatoes. Upon seeing me, he quickly went to attention and the maid nervously watched me walk up to them. I could care less that he had let his guard down while I wasn’t around, I had more important matters.

“Follow me.” I informed him as I passed him without a simple glance, he quickly fell in step behind me as I walked toward the front door.

I paused at the front door and looked out the window for a second, feeling my stomach knot as many questions to rise in my head, my anger was increasing the more I thought about it. I looked at the fountain in the center of my circle driveway, I clenched my jaw as I looked at the few trees that were scattered around the yard, my land needed some attention. I heard soft steps that crept toward the foyer entrance and I didn’t have to address the person to know who it was. 

“Mr. Alter, you should be resting.” Martin said and I ignored his comment as I started at the fountain once more.

“Remember the day my father turned his fountain red?” I asked him without giving him a glance because I knew he remembered, my father made sure everyone remembered.

“Of course.” Martin said, making my lip twitch at his formality.

“My father had hooked the hose to one of his workers ass and drained him… intestine chunks were everywhere.” I carried on, remembering the sight as I stared at my own home fountain.

“A gruesome sight for any to see.” Martin carried on quietly while walking closer to also look at my fountain.

“I was eleven.” I told him though I knew that he remembered my age then, he was the one that shielded my sight when I stood at my window in shock.

“I remember.” He said, cocking his head a little and taking a heavy, shaky breath that I pretended I didn’t hear. “Things were simpler then, I miss it.”

“Me too.” I said before looking at the waiting mob worker and gesturing for him to grab Martin.

The mob worker grabbed Martin roughly and he had immediately realized that I knew about his betrayal from the moment I spoke on my father’s actions to a betrayal from one of his workers. I turned to walk back down the hallway just as Martin made a very abrupt noise, making me turn to look at him to address him about his behavior. It was dead silent in the house as the workers looked at him quietly, they were catching on to what was happening.

“At least give me enough respect to walk to my own doom.” Martin growled angrily, obviously mad at my mob worker manhandling him.

“You don’t deserve respect.” Mary said for me, glaring at him with tears in her eyes.

I hated to see Mary this way but to see she was just as bothered about the discovery was enough for me to know she gave a damn as well, and that she didn’t have no part in this. All the maids were looking on in disbelief as Martin tried to avoid meeting anyone’s eyes by staring at the ground. The man that worked as a butler for my family for nearly fifty years had betrayed the love of my life and I, he was going to have his guts sprawled at his feet by the time I was done wit him. He didn’t even deny it.

“Make him pay.” Mary said as she looked at me with so much pain in her eyes.

I ignored her but silently appreciated her emotions because it made even more clear, he was definitely going to pay for all of the things that happened. I descended down the steps with the mob worker still holding Martin roughly, Aaron looked on in confusion until he realized who Mr. Santo’s had named.

“Nicholas.” Aaron tsked angrily before grabbing Martin by the scuffle of his shirt and forcing him into the chair angrily. “Kyle Nicholas Martin, the butler of the Alter residence.”

Chapter Six: Richard: Just A Step Ahead

I wiped my bloody hand and looked at the stained brass knuckles before tossing them aside with disgust, I looked at Martin as he heaved heavily for air, he looked like hell and I was secretly happy with the outcome. His entire face was bloodied, three large knots were on his forehead and they looked very painful as they bleed profusely, his left eye was swollen with another heavy-bleeding cut. His neck matched his bloody face cause it ran and mixed into his uniform, I felt no remorse as I gestured for Aaron to hand me a pair of needle-nose pliers that had dried blood from someone else. 

“Where is she?” I asked again, feeling my anger only growing more as I waited for an answer without looking at him, I was trying to restrain myself from snapping his neck.

Martin didn’t say anything, only released a chuckle and threw his head back with a pained groan right afterwards. I slowly nodded as I turned to face him and slowly walk around to the backside of him, he coughed up more blood and groaned again at the pain he felt through his body, he don’t even know that I’m just getting started. I had already knocked out a few teeth with the brass knuckles and I was ready to pull the rest with the pliers if I didn’t get my answer.

“You know where she is.” I growled angrily, tired of holding back my calmness. “Tell me, now.” I ordered, glaring at him as I stared at him with disgust.

He laughed hard with a look of pleasure on his face. “When are you not the boss of me anymore, I could never work for a  figo .”

I nodded slowly while trying to hold my rage, him calling me a pussy in Italian had told me who side he was on, so there was no more playing nice. I was going to make this bastard pay, I leaned close while purposely crushing some of his toes that cracked from the weight, his shoes had been taken off so we could pull off his toenails. He groaned in pain as he squeezed his eyes tightly, probably trying to picture himself somewhere else so it wouldn’t be as painful. I’m going to cut those eyelids off next so he has no choice but to look at me.

“Last chance.” I warned, taking my weight off his toes before leaning down so that we were eye level. “Where is she?”

He laughed bitterly. “I don’t know.” He toyed, but I knew that he knew because his involvement was too great.

“Start slowly draining him.” I ordered while rising back to my height.

I leaned close to him. “No one is going to save you, Uomo morto (Deadman).” I whispered in his ear before turning away and letting Aaron take over.

“WAIT!” Martin yelled, making me pause as I turned back to see if he was finally breaking and telling me where to find my woman. “Wait.” He repeated as Aaron looked at me for the next step.

I knew that if I gave Aaron a nod, he’ll continue with my order but I wanted to hear what Martin had to say, maybe he’ll tell me if it means sparing his life. I didn’t want him to beg for me to let him go because he knew the cost of betraying me, he knew the punishment was death but what I could do was make it a painless death it he cooperate with me.

“I don’t want to hear anything unless it’s a location.” I told him immediately.

“He calls it  il cimitero di Alter .” Martin groaned, lowering his head.

“The Alter cemetery.” Aaron said what I was already knowing.

My father had died in an abandon warehouse called Mushi, it was a Japanese company that used to sell convertible parts until their property loaned to a bank suddenly, the bank dropped the property after it had lost it’s value. My father was looking for my sister’s body, as it was rumored to be buried under some cement there and while searching, we got ambushed by Stephen Rodgers and his men. I was wrestling against two of them, they were much stronger and much bigger so they easily overpowered me while my father perfectly fended off the two that were trying to attack him.

My father was trying to come help me as I was pinned down on a ceiling high scaffolding ladder, my father was so focused on saving me that he didn’t see Stephen pop up behind him. I tried to yell for him to look behind him but it was too late, Stephen Rodgers had used all his muscle to flip my father from the scaffolding and down seven feet to the cement floor. He had died from the impact of the cemented floor, and for some sick reason, I knew my sister’s body was buried there too. They then forced me to watch them cement my father’s corpse there as well. 

The Alter Cemetary.

“My family suffered greatly because of you.” Martin said, his head looping to the side as Aaron gestured for the mob worker to attach him to the pump. 

I ignored him as I turned to walk up the stairs and tell everyone to get ready for our rescue mission.

“You walk around with y-your head high and like you do n-no wrong.” He groaned as the mob worker stuck the needle in him and I stopped to watch the blood start to flow through the transparent tube, I wanted to also see what the hell he was talking about. “You’re just a sick bastard, your entire bloodline are sick fucks.”

“You don’t know my bloodline.” I said.

“You don’t know your own bloodline.” Martin said, laughing slowly. “You’re just as sick as them.”

“It appears so.” I replied, turning back around to walk up the steps again.

“You act like you don’t remember.” Martin growled angrily, glaring at me. 

“Perhaps I don’t, I bumped my head many times in practice growing up.” I reminded him dismissingly.

“My daughter!

MY FUCKING DAUGHTER!

“ He yelled, his face turning red with anger before he slumped a little from dizziness, he better talk quicker before he goes on empty. “She had finally reached her prime, I was finally going to marry her off to someone but no, you sick bastards… you and your friends…”

I still wasn’t entirely sure what he was talking about.

“Megan liked you, she always had… you were an idiotic boy that didn’t know what to do with himself then. She was only fifteen, all of you were just kids that didn’t know what you were doing. She told me everything…” He chuckled, grunting in pain soon after. “You had lured her into your bedroom, told her how you wanted to show her new things because she was innocent and pure, how you thought she was pretty.” He cut himself off to cough heavily before continuing. “You sick bastards had took turns with her, she had begged you to stop but you didn’t listen…”

“Megan…” I snickered, remembering exactly who she was. “She was a maid, asked to come to my room while my friends were there so she’d learn things from them. I never pressured her or lured her to do anything for me or my friends, she offered the moment she walked in my room and stripped teased us. She’s lied to-”

“She got pregnant!”

“Not by me!” I yelled angrily, furious that he tried to make it seem like I was a monster that rape and breed women for sadistic pleasure, that is not who I am! “She was a whore that liked being used by my friends, I

never

touched her.“

I then turned and left while Martin was blinking owlishly, obviously trying to understand what was happening but I knew he was only getting weaker a time went by, he was slowly dying and he was confused about it. His daughter had tried to make it seem like we had forced her to do those things when she was more than willing, she had begged to come into my room and soon as she entered, she had took her clothes off. 

Maybe she had did it to impress me but it only made me disgusted with her as she showed herself so happily for my friends and I, I didn’t want no whore woman. William had took the initiative of bedding her in front of us all and while they took turns, I stood back without a second sound because she sounded to be enjoying it. I was disgusted by the entire encounter that had unfolded right before me. 

I started up the steps because I was done with this conversation, he had not got the truth about what happened and now he was going to suffer the consequences of his actions. He didn’t know that his daughter had turned out to be a whore, the way she paraded around in her maid uniform told everyone that. I waved the majority of the mob workers on standby with me as I walked through the front door to head to my destination.

I started my Lincoln and glanced at my fountain just as it jumped to life with red fluid squirting heavily at first before doing a more even flow. I’m going to get my woman and no one was going to stop me, I also was going to shred my enemy apart with a straight face. I drove to the destination I avoided almost my entire life, I was fearing the worst had already happened but I knew I had to stay positive. There was a chance that Alana was in doing okay and unharmed from any injuries other than the ones from the accident, that’s what I was hoping.

I felt numb inside as I pulled into the warehouse parking lot of Mushi and put the car into park, many other black Lincolns were pulling up beside me as I got out my own Lincoln and started to advance to the door. My mind had went stone blank as I threw the door open and one of Stephen Rodger’s men on guard jumped at the sight of me before quickly rushing me. I felt no mercy as I dodged the swing of his blade before yanking his back to my front and snapping his neck easily. I then walked up a silver platform as my men started to run in the building to protect me while also getting me to the rightful destination. 

I didn’t need their help.

I dodged another one of Rodger’s men running at me with a blade, I broke his wrist with a hard punch and he dropped the blade in pain, letting take the time to drive my knee into his gut. I threw him aside and continue to advance toward the top of the building because that’s what my mind was telling me, I worked numbly and slowly left a trail of bodies that wouldn’t return home. 

“

DON’T MAKE ANOTHER MOVE!

“ I looked up at the hanging scaffolding and felt my breath leave my lungs at the sight of Stephen Rodgers holding Alana near the edge of the railing. “

I’LL DROP HER, I SWEAR.

“ He bellowed as I started up the first stair to the scaffolding.

“Leave her out of this.” I said, raising my hands to show I surrender. 

“Put your hands on your head and don’t move again.” Rodgers ordered and I hesitantly did what he asked with slow movement. “On your knees.” He pushed.

I paused, watching in anger as  he tightened his grip on Alana’s arm and it caused her to cry out in pain as she stood blindfolded, her dress was nearly ripped to shreds with a few cut wounds that definitely would need some patching. 

“Now!” He growled angrily while moving even closer to the edge with a mischievous grin. “Knees.”

I slipped to my left knee with my right knee prepared to jump me forward whenever I saw the chance… and speaking of chance, I kept my eyes locked on Stephen Rodgers while trying to make sure I found the right opportunity that didn’t get anyone but him killed.

“Alana…” I called while trying to make sure she was okay.

“R-Richie?” She asked with so much concern, her head flaring around fearfully in search of my voice again.

“I’m right here, baby.” I assured her.

“Y-You came?” She asked in shock, as if she was in disbelief. 

“Of cour-”

“Shut up, both of you!” Rodgers demanded, wrapping his arm around her neck and locking her to his chest.

“Why did it have to come to this?” I asked him with a glare.

“Because you couldn’t let bygones be bygones, could you?” I wasn’t sure exactly what he was talking about. “You just had to hit below the belt… my woman was no slut, you made her that way.”

“I never touched your woman.” I tried to reason, I hope he wasn’t talking about Megan also.

“Kelis.” He said and that name stood out instantly.

“I didn’t know.” I informed him.

“Ha, don’t lie, it’s disgraceful.” He growled, clenching his arm around Alana’s neck tighter. “You tainted her purposely, you saw the branding on her back. All my women have a branding on their back. Yours included.”

He said, grabbing Alana and turning her around to show me what he had done. His symbol was branded into her back painfully and it was so raw around the edges that I knew it hadn’t been done too long ago. That snapped something in me but I kept my rage stable as I clenched my fist, wishing for the opportunity to come now but no time felt perfect.

“She cried for you when I did it.” He chuckled in such a sadistic way, as if it humored him. “The way her skin sizzled was so delicious, she’s scrumptious.”

“You’re bluffing.” I gritted at him through tight teeth.

“Perhaps.” He smirked before grabbing Alana’s blindfold and yanking it off. “Look at her, so beautiful.”

“Don’t hurt her.” I warned him as Alana looked over at me with pleading, tearful eyes that made my chest cramp tightly, my woman needed to be in my arms right now.

“Or what?” He asked. “You’re going to kill me? Look at her.” He forcefully grabbed her chin to make her look at him. “I tried to get her to join my team, I told her how you treated females, used them then threw them aside like whores… how your mother was a whore… and she just wouldn’t say yes. Now, that’s loyalty all of us wished we had.”

“Leave. Her. Alone.” I growled word to word, keeping my eyes locked on him.

“How could you let me get my hands on something so precious? I never want to let her go, I want to keep her forever… I think I will keep her forever.” He laughed again as if it was all innocent fun for him while Alana started to cry again, showing the strong distress she felt.

“I’m going to kill you.” I promised him.

He wasn’t paying attention to me as I peeked at the shadow lurking down him quietly, waiting for the perfect opportunity to pounce like a panther.

“Try.” He poked the sleeping bear.

Ronald Ridget wrapped his arm tightly around Stephen’s neck and instantly started to crush his windpipe, Stephen gagged loudly and quickly released his grip on Alana, who scurried away from him in my direction. I lurched forward with a blade in my hand just as Ronald stepped back to give me exactly what I wanted. I drove the blade hard into the center of his chest and felt his sternum gave away as I buried it deeply in his chest with so much anger.

“ Un passo avanti (One step ahead).“ I muttered in his ear before flipping him over the edge of the scaffolding rail and watching him fall nearly seven floors deep with a hard crack.

Chapter Seven: Richard: It’s Just Destiny

The wind was heavy enough to shake the pearl white curtains on the daybed that was sat on the perfect part of the private beach, the sand was a soft white that stuck to every crevasse if your foot if you walked on it barefooted. The sun beamed brightly as I slowly rolled to where Alana was gently snoring, we had both decided to nap on the beach instead of walking back to the beach house nearby, it turned out to be way more exciting than I thought it would. I reached up and pushed a strand of coiled hair from a cut that was sewn on her eyebrow, she looked just as beautiful as before. 

I then moved my hand to her backside and gently touched the patched burn that I knew still bothered her, I bothered me even more. I leaned forward and lightly pecked her lips as the wind caressed us again, causing my open beach top to flap wildly and her hair to twirl. It was majestic to watch her lightly peek her eyes before yawning and stretching like a cat in the bed, I dodged her arm swinging in my direction out of reflex before rolling on top of her. She smiled at me as I shielded her eyes from the brightness of the afternoon sun sparkling.

I pecked her lips gently before pulling back as she reached up and gently caressed my cheek, I caved into her touch as she then wrapped her arms around my neck and pulled me in for another kiss. Her lips caused butterflies to race through me as I felt my entire body melt, she was addictive.

“Lunch?” She asked as we parted.

“Lunch.” I agreed, slipping off her so she could get up and we could go to the beach house to make us something quick to eat.

I sat on the edge of the bed to admire Alana’s body, she had pulled her hair back once the wind had caused it to go array. Her eyes were duller but even that didn’t affect the love I had for her, her smile didn’t reach her ears anymore and she’d unconsciously picked at her scarred lip time to time. Her busty breast had zig-zag scratches that would eventually heal and her arms were also matching with the zig-zag texture but those would heal as well. 

Alana turned her back to me as she caught me staring with a soft laugh, she was no longer innocently giggling but even her laugh was enough to make my heart drop in my stomach. A solid white patch protected the open brand on her back from any debris that might of been rolling in the wind like sand or anything else that would irritate her healing wound. Mary had hounded me to make sure it got changed everyday as it still tended to bleed and need cleaning, it was almost time to Alana to ask me to clean it and change the dressing.

“Richie?” Alana asked as she fanned her shoe off and slipped it on. “Will you change my patch, please?” She asked me, though she already knew the answer.

“Of course.” I replied, rising to my feet and walking to where she was on the edge of the daybed.

I knew she was slowly putting on her shoes because moving was still painful for her, I had decided the next day we made it home to pack us a bag come to my father’s beach that no one knew was in his possession. It was a private island and he had invested into a portion that he bought for family vacationing time, it was the same month he died, I wish he could of lived to see it. I dropped to a knee and grabbed her other shoe to help her put it on and she gave me a thanking smile that still didn’t touch her eyes like it used to, how I miss that smile…

I wasn’t sure exactly what happened to Alana in the span of three days that she was away with Stephen Rodgers but I will spend my lifetime trying to fix it. That’s exactly what my plan was, no matter how many years it would take, I was going to get my lovely ingénue back one way or another. I wanted her to smile at me innocently again, I want her to cock her head as cutely as she did before, I wasn’t going to give up on her.

When I did what I did, she didn’t give up on me and even forgave me for such a horrendous thing that I wish I could take back. If I could change our past together in a heartbeat, I would even though she said she’d go through it all over again if she had to. I hated the pain I put her through and mentally beat myself for what I did to her, I will never forgive myself but I already know one thing for sure.

“I’ll always love you.” I said as I stayed kneed before her. “Forever.”

“And I will love you forever.” Alana said, reaching up and rubbing her thumb along my stubby chin and it sent a chilling shiver down my spine that I ignored as a tiny smile fell on my lips.

Sometimes things just are meant, no matter how it began…

it’s just destiny

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Waves Mr. Probz