Chapter 1
“Third persons point of view”
“Get the fuck out of here” Noah Morelli said calmly to the trembling guy who’s sitting infront of him. He had asked a question about how much money he was gonna use for this important mission they were working on.
“You fucking work with our economic and I even told you how much you were gonna use, still you asked such a pathetic question!” Mattheo Morelli growled at the poor guy. He was the brother with the most anger issues.
The guy was shaking by now and was on the edge of crying. He looked up at them not meeting their eyes.
“I’m sorry s-sir, I-” he whispered trying to defend himself.
“As I already told you… get the fuck out of here” Noah said now more harshly, his patience was starting to run thin.
The guy was shacking and tears started to run down his checks because of how terrified he was at the moment. He was beginning to stand up and a sob escaped him accidentally. He gasped at his own sob and his eyes widen.
In a second Mattheo had pulled out his gun and shot him in the head.
“Brother you gotta work on your patience” Noah said while reading a paper.
“You fucking heard him, he took this on himself. I was gonna let it go but he fucking sobbed. Who the fuck does that other then like babies?!” He speaked up clearly annoyed.
Noah only rolled his eyes, pressing a button to get his bodyguard in there. After less then a minute his bodyguard James stood in front of him.
“Take this trash out would you?” Noah said clearly bored.
“Abigail Winter’s point of view”
“Dad, have you seen my hairdryer? I was sure I had put it in the bathroom drawer but it wasn’t there” I called out to my beloved father.
After a few seconds he answered-
“Yeah love you used it in the guest room remember” I heard him say and I finally remembered I had used it there when my grandma was here and I had offered her to sleep in my room.
I walked into the living room and saw my father watching hockey on the tv.
My father has always been my role model, ever since my mother died when I were nine he had really stepped up and focused on me. Instead of buring himself in grief, he had put all his energy on me so I could get the best childhood. I love my father deeply and I couldn’t live without him.
I sat besides him and started watching the game myself since I loved hockey. It was always exciting and that has been me and my fathers thing ever since I were little.
“Noah Morelli’s point of view”
Me and my brother was at the moment in our car on our way to our private airport. We were going to Italy to get some buissness done but had to stop at one of our partners house to get the papers of the project.
About 20 minutes later we arrived at a grey ish house. It was quite large and had some beautiful flowers around it.
We got out of the car and went to the front door. I knocked and a while later a beautiful young lady opened. My eyes darkened the moment my eyes laid on her. With gorgeous brown long hair and eyes that screamed innocent I wanted nothing more then to fuck her right here right now and looking over at my brither I knew he felt the same way.
“Hello” she said shyly and bited her lip nervously. Oh how much I wanted to taste her lips.
“Well hello beautiful” Mattheo said smirking at her. She smiled back sheepish and opened the door and gestured us to come in.
“Daddy your partners are here” Her angelic voice said towards her dad. Gosh I wanted her to call me that.
Her dad come out in the hallway and introduce us.
“Abigail honey this is Noah and Mattheo Morelli” he said to his daughter. Abigail, oh how much I love that name.
“Nice t-to meet you” she said shyly and smiled a bit.
“Hello Abigail it’s delightful to meet you” I said and smirked looking in her eyes with lust. Her eyes held innocence and gentleness, total diffrence to mine which help pure lust and darkness. Oh things I wanted to do to this girl.
At my gaze her father rudely coughed to get our attention. He then showed us to his study and gave us the papers.
On our way out I saw Abigail going up the stairs.
“Bye Abigail see you soon” I said and whispered the last part.
“B-bye” she waved smiling a bit showing her cute dimple.
Me and my brother again got in our car and looked at each other with a knowing smirk. She is going to be ours.
