CHAPTER 6 | SUGAR

LUCY'S POV

I twist and turn. The bed was very comfortable, but my mind stayed wide awake, exploring for any opportunity to get away. I didn't feel this instinct before I heard Elena's story. I rustle the bedsheet as my feet rub with each other.

"Nightmare?" A broad voice asks me, jerking me up from the bed. It was Marcus. He was 'the' Jerk.

"Why are you here?" I scream. His face was illuminated by the pale moonlight, If it weren't for the scars on his eyebrows, he would've made a perfect model. A rather good way to earn than being in Mafia. He was reading a paper, which looked ancient.

"This is my home," He answers, grinning.

"Why do you I feel that you treat me good, and yet you treat me bad," I sit up straight, conscious of my clothes.

He grins again, making me go numb. I pretend to be strong as I get up and move him to get out.

"I won't Lucy, I'm here to make sure you don't escape," I wanted to know why the devil himself has decided to monitor me. But I knew he was weird, and I didn't want Aiden to tease me while I'm asleep.

I give up and decide to sprawl on the bed till I fall asleep. Moments with Ethan flooded my memory. The first time when I saw him, he was working on the DJ booth, and I'm now left to wonder why would he work there. He had always been ordering me around, while I was always bothered about making him happy. Tears slip out from my eyes, they glistened in the moonlight.

"What's wrong," Marcus stands up and reappears before my sight. He sits on the bed as I move to the other edge.

"Jerk," I answer, shifting my position.

"I'm not that bad as you think," He answers, with sudden softness. I was wondering whether there was a catch.

"You ruined Elena," I say, causing him to shudder slightly.

"I didn't," He says, causing me to think he was lying.

"Well come on, you are the boss here," I say.

"You should probably sleep Sugar, it's late," He says, looking right into my eyes.

"Sugar?" I ask him, wondering what has gotten into him suddenly.

He jerks straight up and walks towards the chair he was sitting on earlier. He grabs the paper and rushed outside, leaving the door wide open. I wonder what was wrong, was he crushing on me? was that why he bargained me for the skulls with Ethan? was that why he hadn't killed me yet?

MARCUS'S POV

I just called her Sugar, which was reserved for Susan. I couldn't control myself when I was with Lucy, the similarity between them struck so hard. I lie on my bed, watching the neon stars stuck on the ceiling, which Susan had fixed while she was alive.

Aiden enters the room and watches me hovering over the stars. He sits on the couch, waiting for me to notice him. I didn't want to have a conversation with him.

"I'm killing Lucy," He says, which whisked me straight up and made me pull him by his collar.

"I knew you would do this," He spat on my face while he removed my grasp.

I regret doing that, now I can't hide it from him.

"I love her," I lie, it wasn't deceit altogether, but it would answer his questions.

"When did you become so soft?" He asks me.

"What do you mean?" I ask, completely clueless.

"You killed Kim, only because he tried to enter our secret meeting for providing you with your mobile, which turned out to be an emergency call," He snaps, leaving me exposed.

"I was being careful," I respond.

"Oh well then, be careful now! kill her and let's all be careful!" He snaps again, while I try to compose myself.

"I run the Vipers Aiden. If you want to take up my position, I'm more than willing," I say, he opened his mouth to tell something, but he walked away.

My dad killed his mother, his little brother mercilessly. I wouldn't expect anything else from him. I was surprised that he had no vengeance.

He pretended to be someone cold and merciless. But deep down, he was soft and kind. Even if I had asked him to kill Lucy, he would've been upset for weeks. Well, that's what he does every time he kills someone innocent.

I know how ruthless I've been. I had never hesitated to kill someone, which made Aiden furious sometimes. Now that I hesitated to kill Lucy, he was getting bothered. I totally understood what made him feel that, but yet my ego made me resist it.

I saw Lucy standing outside the balcony door, it was connected to her bedroom through a bunch of false supporters. Things like these were placed everywhere around my home, an escape resource, which Lucy had just used as an advantage. I wanted to confront her, but it would ruin the mood. She'll call me to jerk again, which worked surprisingly.

"Jeremy," I call out. I knew he was on duty to guard my room since I trust him the most.

"Yes Boss," He enters the room with a gun in his hand. He always looked tensed and ready. He emerged out of the darkness into the light, his scar on the cheek clearly visible.

"Are there enough maids?" I ask him, though I know the answer was no. The maids were never enough since the Vipers never bothered to do a single work. They needed a maid to bathe them up, which absolutely disgusted me. I couldn't intervene since it wasn't a very big concern unless they force me to do the same.

"No," He answers, clearly confused.

"Add Lucy to the list," I tell him, watching her through the corner of my eyes. I almost heard her gasp.

"But Boss.." He starts.

"I want her to be on all the maid list," I say.

"Aiden just murmured that you liked Lucy, but being a maid means she's got to fuck our men while doing household chores. You sure you want that for her?" Jeremey asks me. Shit, she would've heard this one too.

"I lied to Aiden, I just want an extra ma-" I say while Lucy bursts inside the room and hits me with her knuckles. Jeremy walks towards me, but I ask him to stay where he was through gesture.

I pull her and spin her so that she'll be facing me. I drag her by closing the space between us. I could hear her hard thumping hard, giving her bravery act away. she was breathing on my chest, and sweating so hard.

"Did you think I was so weak?" I motioned Jeremy to go away, as I inched more closer to Lucy, whispering into her ears.

"Please, let me go," Tears drip down as I notice her scarlet cheeks, blushing so hard. I wondered whether she felt anything, but it triggered my manhood when I thought about it.

"Beg," I order her.

"Please," She whimpers as my grip tightens.

"I'll think about that," I say, releasing her. She had marks, where I held her. I wonder whether I had gone too harsh. She deserved it anyway, she dared to enter my room and spy on me.

"Don't let me be a maid," She asks me, staying few inches away.

"Don't cry," I tell her, as I pushed her out of my room.