Chapter 1
Cayden
It was dark and I was cold besides the warm blood trickling down my face. Is this it? Am I really going to go out like this...I didn’t even get to meet her yet. Please forgive me. Then the door opens letting in a blinding light that takes my eyes a few seconds to adjust.
“Oh so you're awake,” a bone chilling voice said, “ we can start the real fun now,” he said, pulling out a sharp knife.
I woke up screaming in a cold sweat. My heart was beating out of my chest. I felt all around my body to make sure I had all of my body parts. Ok two arms, 10 fingers, 2 legs, 10 toes, 2 ears. Then I sighed a sigh of relief.
It was all a dream Cayden is what I would love to say but it sadly wasn't. I got out of my bed and hopped into the shower. The warm water on my shaking bones felt better than usual. I put soap on my washcloth and washed everywhere. Then when I got to my chest I paused.
“Yeah… that definitely wasn’t a dream,” I sighed. I walked out of the shower to dry myself off. I looked in the mirror at myself and I wanted to throw up.
Is this really who I turned out to be. I don’t deserve to be alive but I am.
Then I looked at my long black hair that ran past my shoulders and ran my hands through it. My slanted eyes had bags under their bags. My flat nose was crooked slightly because he broke it and my lips were chapped.
Good going Cayden James. This is what you are now. But I couldn't stand it anymore. I went under my sink to grab the brown hair dye and a pair of scissors. I started to cut my hair inch by inch. One inch per year I guess. Then my hair was now a inch above my shoulders and I started to apply the brown hair dye. As I was waiting for it to settle in my hair I went on my phone and started to book tickets out of the US as soon as possible.
You're probably wondering why I’m in a rush to get out of this god forbidden country well lets just say I fucked up...really bad. I had the first tickets for Sicily Italy the first thing in the morning. I sighed and sat down on the toilet.
What am I going to do when I get there? It's not like I know anyone or have that much money...hell I don’t have any money at all after I bought that ticket.
“Fuck!” I yelled out of frustration and hit the bathroom wall making a small hole.
Ha good thing I won’t be paying for that. I looked at the wallet on the table.
“Ah yes Jason Smith will be paying for this room,” I put the stolen wallet down.
The timer on my phone went off and I washed my hair to see my new brown hair.
“I don’t look half bad,” I said to myself in the mirror.
“Yeah you look like a total idiot,” Jay said
“Oh look who wants to talk now. Long time no see Jason,” I said sarcastically
“Its not my fault your dumbass almost got me killed.”
“I said I was sorry like a thousand times. What else do I need to do?”
“Oh I don’t know, go and find mate just maybe.”
“I told you we don’t have one.”
“How the hell do you know that? You have the moon goddess on speed dial?”
“Jay just shut up!”
“Gladly.”
And with that Jay was gone. You might be confused about who Jay is but he is my wolf and I messed up with him too. That is why I need a new start. I need to put all of this behind me so maybe just maybe he will talk to me again like he used to.
I walked out of the bathroom and went into the closet.
“Wow this man has some...interesting clothes,” I say while looking at all of the sweaters and jeans in his closet, “soft boy much damn.”
But it’s not like I was in any passion to buy new clothes. I threw on a black t-shirt and put on a black and pink sweatshirt over it with some black ripped jeans and a pair of white air forces.
At least with these clothes no one will immediately recognize me. I smelt the sweatshirt and almost gagged. And it reeks of human even better.
I grabbed a suitcase he had laying around and put his clothes in it. Now you're probably wondering where this guy is. Well lets just say he's swimming with the fishes...literally. I looked at my phone to see the time it was 9:08 pm.
Wow I really took a long nap huh? I looked in the kitchen for some food and he had a box of ramen noodles and something told me I’m going to be eating these for a while. I started to heat up some water on the stove while I drank a sprite from the fridge. This is going to be a huge change. Please moon goddess don’t let anything else bad happen.
But was I wrong. I woke up the next morning and rushed to get ready to go to the airport because my dumbass slept in. I threw on the same clothes I had on from the day before because fuck it I was late. I grabbed the keys to the guys car with my suitcase and I was gone.
I swear I must’ve sped through at least 5 stop signs because there is no way in hell that I made it on time if I didn’t.
I got my bags checked and all of that jazz so I could get on the plane. Oh I should probably mention.
I.
HATE.
PLANES.
I don’t know what it is though. Maybe it's the lack of privacy for your own belongings, or the long ass lines or maybe it's the people. Yeah, it's a combination of them. I got on the plane and with my luck I had to sit right next to a lady and her crying baby.
Can my day get any better?
Then the baby started to throw up and you know where it landed. On my white shoes.
Moon goddesses give me the patience because if you give me the strength I will chuck this baby through the window.
“Oh my gosh I’m so sorry young man,” the woman said.
“Oh don’t worry about it ma’am. It's fine,” I lied.
“H-here,” she said, handing him an envelope, “ there is 500 dollars in there i’m terribly sorry.”
“N-no ma’am I couldn’t possibly-”
“No go ahead, that was the money from my sugar daddy. This little one's father. Take it please.”
“Oh..thank you ma’am.”
“Of course,” she said with a smile.
Wow who would’ve thought getting thrown up on would land me some money. This should be enough for a meal and a room hopefully. I can sell my phone to get a cheaper one. Yeah it all coming together now.
I closed my eyes for a second then the next thing I knew I was being shaken awake.
“Hey mister?” a voice said. I opened my eyes slowly to see the same lady from before with her baby asleep in her arms.
“Y-yeah?” I said yawning.”
“Were here.”
“Oh thank you-” before I could finish my sentence she was gone. What in the...ok Cayden you have been sleeping wayyyy too much for your own good. I got out of my seat, grabbed my suitcase and I was off. I’ve never been to Italy before but I had a feeling I was going to like it here when I saw this girl. She had olive skin, a slim build with brown hair and blue eyes. She was wearing this red dress with matching red lipstick.
Oh yeah I’m REALLY going to like it here. I used my phone GPS to find the nearest hotel and I found one for a decent price. I asked the busboy if he knew any place where I can get a quick job.
“Yeah,” he said in an italian accent, “there is a bar 2 streets down from here. My cousin owns the place his name is Toney. Tell him that Marco sent ya he will find you a good job.”
“Thank you so much sir,” I said as I grabbed my room key.
“No thank you. My cousin needed more hands on deck since that joint blew up. You're doing me a favor.”
I smiled and walked up to my room. I put my bags down and took a deep breath in. Before I came here I sold my old phone for 300 dollars and bought a new one for 250.
A few hours passed and I went to the bar that Marco was talking about. I walked up to the front before it opened and someone stopped me.
“Hey buddy we aren’t open till 8,” he said with a toothpick in his mouth washing the windows. He was tall with a nice build. He had black hair and green eyes. He didn't look over the age of 40 and he had some tattoos on his arms but I couldn’t really make them out.
“I’m sorry sir I came here looking for a job Marco sent me over here,” I said.
“Marco? Oh why didn’t you say so. My cuz was trying to get me some more help around here. So what can you do son?”
“Anything that you need me to do sir.”
“Can you bust tables?”
“Yes sir.”
“Good and well I have my regular coming here today. She’s a fine lady and she usually brings a couple of friends, but she always drinks by herself. She is one of the only usuals who buys expensive liquor. so while you are getting glasses from people go over there and give her some company.”
“So you want me to get dishes and keep a lady company?”
“Yeah because if she likes ya she might just buy you a drink and spend more money or even better,” he leans in to me, “ come here more often than just every friday night.”
“Ok sir I won’t let you down.”
“You better not. I see a lot of potential in you lad. Now help me set up the tables before we open.”
And with that I went inside with him to set up and before I knew it we were open. And you can already imagine the types of people we have here. The groups of girls and guys here obviously looking for someone to go home with. The creepy older guys hitting on girls old enough to be their daughters then the people who are only here because their friends dragged them.
Then around 9 while I was washing a glass a group of girls walked in. There was this tall blonde girl. She was wearing a red crop top with some black tight fitting jeans. Then this light skinned girl with brown curly hair wearing a basic short black dress. Then behind both of them was this one brown skin girl. I don’t know what it was about her. Maybe the high bun she had or the tight red dress she was wearing. She was easily the sexiest girl in the place. She walked towards the VIP area.
“Hey that's her,” my boss points out.
“Wait...that's her?” I said in disbelief, “ w-what would I say-”
“Too little too late. Get out there and make me money,” he said pushing me away from the bar.
Why...just why? Why her? It couldn’t be one of the older ladies who look like they would have 8 cats when they turn 50. But not her.
As I was walking towards her my chest started to feel tight and my hands were sweating.
Damn when was the last time I talked to a girl like her? Then I remembered I never had to. I walked up to the VIP area with her and her friends and they were all staring at me.
Please kill me. I rather be in that one dream then here.
I cleared my throat,” umm excuse me ladies but-”
“Omisha I’m bored,” the blond said.
“I am too,” the light skin said, “ Come on B lets go dance.”
“Yeah lets go,” the blonde replied.
KILL.
ME.
NOW!
Then they lifted and left me and her there. For the first time I made eye contact with her and I couldn’t look away. There was something about her eyes that screamed power and dominance and for some reason it really turned me on.
“So did Marco send you here?” she said, taking a sip of her drink.
“No...er...yes. Yes he did,” I replied.
“Mmm,” she said putting her drink down, “ that figures so what are we-”
BANG.
BANG.
The sound of two gunshots and before I knew it the women had me by the wrist and pushed me down on the couch.
“Stay down,” She said, pulling a small gun out of her bra.
And in that moment that was the first time Jay had talked to me the entire day. A single word that flipped my world upside down.
“Mate.”
It was dark and I was cold besides the warm blood trickling down my face. Is this it? Am I really going to go out like this...I didn’t even get to meet her yet. Please forgive me. Then the door opens letting in a blinding light that takes my eyes a few seconds to adjust.
“Oh so you're awake,” a bone chilling voice said, “ we can start the real fun now,” he said, pulling out a sharp knife.
I woke up screaming in a cold sweat. My heart was beating out of my chest. I felt all around my body to make sure I had all of my body parts. Ok two arms, 10 fingers, 2 legs, 10 toes, 2 ears. Then I sighed a sigh of relief.
It was all a dream Cayden is what I would love to say but it sadly wasn't. I got out of my bed and hopped into the shower. The warm water on my shaking bones felt better than usual. I put soap on my washcloth and washed everywhere. Then when I got to my chest I paused.
“Yeah… that definitely wasn’t a dream,” I sighed. I walked out of the shower to dry myself off. I looked in the mirror at myself and I wanted to throw up.
Is this really who I turned out to be. I don’t deserve to be alive but I am.
Then I looked at my long black hair that ran past my shoulders and ran my hands through it. My slanted eyes had bags under their bags. My flat nose was crooked slightly because he broke it and my lips were chapped.
Good going Cayden James. This is what you are now. But I couldn't stand it anymore. I went under my sink to grab the brown hair dye and a pair of scissors. I started to cut my hair inch by inch. One inch per year I guess. Then my hair was now a inch above my shoulders and I started to apply the brown hair dye. As I was waiting for it to settle in my hair I went on my phone and started to book tickets out of the US as soon as possible.
You're probably wondering why I’m in a rush to get out of this god forbidden country well lets just say I fucked up...really bad. I had the first tickets for Sicily Italy the first thing in the morning. I sighed and sat down on the toilet.
What am I going to do when I get there? It's not like I know anyone or have that much money...hell I don’t have any money at all after I bought that ticket.
“Fuck!” I yelled out of frustration and hit the bathroom wall making a small hole.
Ha good thing I won’t be paying for that. I looked at the wallet on the table.
“Ah yes Jason Smith will be paying for this room,” I put the stolen wallet down.
The timer on my phone went off and I washed my hair to see my new brown hair.
“I don’t look half bad,” I said to myself in the mirror.
“Yeah you look like a total idiot,” Jay said
“Oh look who wants to talk now. Long time no see Jason,” I said sarcastically
“Its not my fault your dumbass almost got me killed.”
“I said I was sorry like a thousand times. What else do I need to do?”
“Oh I don’t know, go and find mate just maybe.”
“I told you we don’t have one.”
“How the hell do you know that? You have the moon goddess on speed dial?”
“Jay just shut up!”
“Gladly.”
And with that Jay was gone. You might be confused about who Jay is but he is my wolf and I messed up with him too. That is why I need a new start. I need to put all of this behind me so maybe just maybe he will talk to me again like he used to.
I walked out of the bathroom and went into the closet.
“Wow this man has some...interesting clothes,” I say while looking at all of the sweaters and jeans in his closet, “soft boy much damn.”
But it’s not like I was in any passion to buy new clothes. I threw on a black t-shirt and put on a black and pink sweatshirt over it with some black ripped jeans and a pair of white air forces.
At least with these clothes no one will immediately recognize me. I smelt the sweatshirt and almost gagged. And it reeks of human even better.
I grabbed a suitcase he had laying around and put his clothes in it. Now you're probably wondering where this guy is. Well lets just say he's swimming with the fishes...literally. I looked at my phone to see the time it was 9:08 pm.
Wow I really took a long nap huh? I looked in the kitchen for some food and he had a box of ramen noodles and something told me I’m going to be eating these for a while. I started to heat up some water on the stove while I drank a sprite from the fridge. This is going to be a huge change. Please moon goddess don’t let anything else bad happen.
But was I wrong. I woke up the next morning and rushed to get ready to go to the airport because my dumbass slept in. I threw on the same clothes I had on from the day before because fuck it I was late. I grabbed the keys to the guys car with my suitcase and I was gone.
I swear I must’ve sped through at least 5 stop signs because there is no way in hell that I made it on time if I didn’t.
I got my bags checked and all of that jazz so I could get on the plane. Oh I should probably mention.
I.
HATE.
PLANES.
I don’t know what it is though. Maybe it's the lack of privacy for your own belongings, or the long ass lines or maybe it's the people. Yeah, it's a combination of them. I got on the plane and with my luck I had to sit right next to a lady and her crying baby.
Can my day get any better?
Then the baby started to throw up and you know where it landed. On my white shoes.
Moon goddesses give me the patience because if you give me the strength I will chuck this baby through the window.
“Oh my gosh I’m so sorry young man,” the woman said.
“Oh don’t worry about it ma’am. It's fine,” I lied.
“H-here,” she said, handing him an envelope, “ there is 500 dollars in there i’m terribly sorry.”
“N-no ma’am I couldn’t possibly-”
“No go ahead, that was the money from my sugar daddy. This little one's father. Take it please.”
“Oh..thank you ma’am.”
“Of course,” she said with a smile.
Wow who would’ve thought getting thrown up on would land me some money. This should be enough for a meal and a room hopefully. I can sell my phone to get a cheaper one. Yeah it all coming together now.
I closed my eyes for a second then the next thing I knew I was being shaken awake.
“Hey mister?” a voice said. I opened my eyes slowly to see the same lady from before with her baby asleep in her arms.
“Y-yeah?” I said yawning.”
“Were here.”
“Oh thank you-” before I could finish my sentence she was gone. What in the...ok Cayden you have been sleeping wayyyy too much for your own good. I got out of my seat, grabbed my suitcase and I was off. I’ve never been to Italy before but I had a feeling I was going to like it here when I saw this girl. She had olive skin, a slim build with brown hair and blue eyes. She was wearing this red dress with matching red lipstick.
Oh yeah I’m REALLY going to like it here. I used my phone GPS to find the nearest hotel and I found one for a decent price. I asked the busboy if he knew any place where I can get a quick job.
“Yeah,” he said in an italian accent, “there is a bar 2 streets down from here. My cousin owns the place his name is Toney. Tell him that Marco sent ya he will find you a good job.”
“Thank you so much sir,” I said as I grabbed my room key.
“No thank you. My cousin needed more hands on deck since that joint blew up. You're doing me a favor.”
I smiled and walked up to my room. I put my bags down and took a deep breath in. Before I came here I sold my old phone for 300 dollars and bought a new one for 250.
A few hours passed and I went to the bar that Marco was talking about. I walked up to the front before it opened and someone stopped me.
“Hey buddy we aren’t open till 8,” he said with a toothpick in his mouth washing the windows. He was tall with a nice build. He had black hair and green eyes. He didn't look over the age of 40 and he had some tattoos on his arms but I couldn’t really make them out.
“I’m sorry sir I came here looking for a job Marco sent me over here,” I said.
“Marco? Oh why didn’t you say so. My cuz was trying to get me some more help around here. So what can you do son?”
“Anything that you need me to do sir.”
“Can you bust tables?”
“Yes sir.”
“Good and well I have my regular coming here today. She’s a fine lady and she usually brings a couple of friends, but she always drinks by herself. She is one of the only usuals who buys expensive liquor. so while you are getting glasses from people go over there and give her some company.”
“So you want me to get dishes and keep a lady company?”
“Yeah because if she likes ya she might just buy you a drink and spend more money or even better,” he leans in to me, “ come here more often than just every friday night.”
“Ok sir I won’t let you down.”
“You better not. I see a lot of potential in you lad. Now help me set up the tables before we open.”
And with that I went inside with him to set up and before I knew it we were open. And you can already imagine the types of people we have here. The groups of girls and guys here obviously looking for someone to go home with. The creepy older guys hitting on girls old enough to be their daughters then the people who are only here because their friends dragged them.
Then around 9 while I was washing a glass a group of girls walked in. There was this tall blonde girl. She was wearing a red crop top with some black tight fitting jeans. Then this light skinned girl with brown curly hair wearing a basic short black dress. Then behind both of them was this one brown skin girl. I don’t know what it was about her. Maybe the high bun she had or the tight red dress she was wearing. She was easily the sexiest girl in the place. She walked towards the VIP area.
“Hey that's her,” my boss points out.
“Wait...that's her?” I said in disbelief, “ w-what would I say-”
“Too little too late. Get out there and make me money,” he said pushing me away from the bar.
Why...just why? Why her? It couldn’t be one of the older ladies who look like they would have 8 cats when they turn 50. But not her.
As I was walking towards her my chest started to feel tight and my hands were sweating.
Damn when was the last time I talked to a girl like her? Then I remembered I never had to. I walked up to the VIP area with her and her friends and they were all staring at me.
Please kill me. I rather be in that one dream then here.
I cleared my throat,” umm excuse me ladies but-”
“Omisha I’m bored,” the blond said.
“I am too,” the light skin said, “ Come on B lets go dance.”
“Yeah lets go,” the blonde replied.
KILL.
ME.
NOW!
Then they lifted and left me and her there. For the first time I made eye contact with her and I couldn’t look away. There was something about her eyes that screamed power and dominance and for some reason it really turned me on.
“So did Marco send you here?” she said, taking a sip of her drink.
“No...er...yes. Yes he did,” I replied.
“Mmm,” she said putting her drink down, “ that figures so what are we-”
BANG.
BANG.
The sound of two gunshots and before I knew it the women had me by the wrist and pushed me down on the couch.
“Stay down,” She said, pulling a small gun out of her bra.
And in that moment that was the first time Jay had talked to me the entire day. A single word that flipped my world upside down.
“Mate.”
