"Ughhhh... oh yeahhhhh... that’s right...right... right...THERE....god you are so tight....oh I’m going to fuck you until morning... ohhh..so tight...AAAAHHHH."

He pumped her so hard and she couldn’t stop screaming.

Then he told her to climb on top of him and fuck him.

She obeyed, even though she dreaded the pain. But as she started humping him, it started to feel really good. She began to move in a circular way, completely losing herself in the feeling.

Arthur’s grip stayed tight on her waist, watching her face. She began to move faster and faster.

Suddenly the heavy bedroom door burst open.

​Before Arthur could move, three men in black suits and tactical vests rushed into the room. They held up their guns, aiming straight at the bed. The young waitress screamed, pulling the blanket up to cover herself as she shrank back against the wall.

​Arthur sat up quickly. He looked furious.

​"What the hell is this?!" Arthur shouted. "How did you get in here?"

​The men did not answer him. They stood perfectly still, keeping their weapons pointed right at him.

Then the leader approached the bed, and turned to the girl.

​"Get out," he ordered coldly.

​The girl did not hesitate. She grabbed her clothes, scrambled off the bed in a panic, and ran out of the room. 𝗳𝐫𝚎𝗲𝚠𝚎𝗯𝕟𝐨𝘃𝚎𝗹.𝗰𝗼𝗺

​Arthur tried to speak, but the leader hit him hard across the face, cutting him off instantly.

​"Mr. Blackwood would like to have a word with you," the leader said flatly.

Arthur put on his robe and got out of bed. How did Julian find him? He wondered.

​Before Arthur could recover, the men dragged him out of the house. They tied his hands tightly behind his back and slapped a thick piece of tape over his mouth to silence his cries.

Then they threw him into the back of a waiting vehicle whisking him away into the dark night.

....

Seraphina got to the entrance of the Grant estate. She looked at the massive iron gates and took a deep breath, trying to calm her racing heart.

Confessing to such a serious crime could lead to a bullet in her head. But she had to think of her daughter’s safety first.

She walked up to the security booth and requested to speak with the Chairman.

"Go away," a guard told her, barely looking up from his clipboard. "The chairman doesn’t take unannounced visitors, especially at this hour."

Seraphina gripped the edge of the gate, refusing to move. "I said I want to speak with the chairman. It’s important."

The guard finally looked up, his eyes narrowing as he glared at her. "Listen, lady, I don’t care how important you think it is. No appointment, no entry. Now step back from the gate before I call the police."

​Seraphina didn’t back down. She stepped closer, her voice sharp and urgent.

​"If you don’t call him right now, it’s going to be your job on the line," she said, staring the guard straight in the eye. "Tell him it’s about Andrew Thorne. He will want to hear what I have to say."

The guard’s face darkened with anger. He stepped forward and hit the iron fence hard with his nightstick. The loud CLANG echoed in the quiet night, making her jump.

"I don’t care what you have to say!" the guard snapped, his face turning red with anger. "You don’t threaten me on my own watch. Move along, or I’ll lock you up for trespassing myself!"

​Before Seraphina could answer, the radio inside the security booth crackled.

​It was Edward, the head butler, calling down from the main house.

​The partner leaned out of the booth window, waving his hands. "Jude, stop! They said to let her in."

​Seraphina smirked and crossed her arms. "What did I tell you? Now open the gate."

​The heavy iron gates slowly began to swing open.

​"Next time, use your brain before you open your mouth," she sneered at Jude.

​With a sharp flip of her hair, she marched past him through the entrance. Another guard quickly stepped up to guide her along the long, winding driveway toward the mansion, while Seraphina muttered complaints under her breath the entire way.

​When they finally reached the top of the hill, the massive front doors of the mansion swung open, and Edward the butler stepped out to meet her.

Before she could take a step inside, two security guards stepped forward.

​They subjected her to a thorough search. Seraphina rolled her eyes and sighed loudly, but she stood still and let them finish.

​"The chairman is expecting you. Please, follow me," Edward said.

​She followed him through the grand hallway. She had never seen the inside of the Grant mansion before. Everything looked incredibly expensive, with high ceilings, beautiful art, and gold decorations.

She tried to look like she wasn’t impressed, but she couldn’t help staring at the wealth around her as they walked toward the living room.

​​Edward stopped in front of the door. "Ms. Carter is here, sir," he announced, stepping aside.

​The chairman nodded, waving his hand. "Thank you, Edward."

​As the butler left, Seraphina stepped into the room. The chairman stood near the fireplace, holding a glass of whiskey, while Eleanor sat on the sofa. Her eyes were fixed on Seraphina, wondering why Julian wanted them to meet her.

​Seraphina didn’t hesitate. She walked right into the center of the room, her heels clicking loudly against the hardwood floor. She was nervou, but she tried not to show it.

​The chairman took a slow sip of his drink and broke the silence. "You have news about Andrew Thorne. Speak!"

​Seraphina took a deep breath. "Andrew and his mother were the ones who kidnapped Lyvana," she announced, letting the words hang in the heavy air.

The chairman froze, his glass of whiskey stopping halfway to his mouth. Across the room, Eleanor sat up straight on the sofa, her face turning pale with shock.

​"What did you just say?" the chairman asked.