The Lost heir of somewhere unknown

Liah grabs a bottle of water from the fridge and was about to flop down in the sofa when there was a knock at the front door. Maybe it's Moses. She thought hurrying towards the door. She was about to yank it open when she stops, her hand on the handle and asks, who is it?"

"It's me David." Come the reply from the other side. "Wait, David, what are you doing here at this time of night?" She asks opening the door.

"Have you heard?" He asks breathlessly. "Heard what?" She asks slightly alarm. "Someone saw The other side kidnapping that mystery man earlier." "Wait, what?" She asks now fully alarmed. "Oh my god, they have him? Why did they kidnap him? What do they want with him?" She asks one question after the other as tears sting her eyes.

"As usual you're worried about the wrong person." He snorts. "Yes they did kidnap him but then he tore through that place like a tornado, shooting everyone that cross his path. I heard he shot the leader about five times, kill about eighteen or more and wound god only knows how much." David states.

"What? Moses? Are you sure you heard right?" She asks in shock. "Oh yeah, Razor is trying to keep a lid on it but people are still talking. I told you that man was bad news. The man is a murderer Liah, just like Razor....." "No....he isn't." She snaps cutting him off.

"He's nothing like that monster, if what you say is true, then everything he did tonight was in self defence." "Self defence?! Who exactly are you right now Liah? Are you actually trying to justify this man killing people?" David asks in a scornful tone.

"Oh, and what exactly do you think the other side's intentions were when they dragged him to their base, hm? Was it so they could have a chat over an ice cold beer? No David, it wasn't. They would've killed him in the most brutal way you could ever imagine just to send a message to Razor and his gang. They thought he was an easy target, and because there are a lot of them, they thought they could over power him but they were wrong, dead wrong. In my opinion they got what they deserve." Liah said before storming from the living room.

"Who has your daughter become?" David asks turning towards her mother who was standing at the entrance to the kitchen with a cup of tea in her hands. "With all due respect, she does have a point." Her mother said stirring the tea, "It's Cerasee, want some?" She asks. "Eww, no thank you but hold on, you actually agree with her?" He asks in disbelief.

"As I said before, she does have a point. Their main objective was to kill that man as they have done countless others over the years, he just turn the table on them and in addition he got rid of a major threat to this community and yes we can't condone murder but tell me, in this situation what other choice did he really have?" Her mother asks.

"His first choice should be never to show up here in the first place." David sneers angrily. "He had no control over that." "Then he should've left Razor's place as soon as he was able to." "Razor wouldn't have allowed that."

"Then he should've kept a low profile then." David said in frustration. "Well, I heard he tried but in following Razor's orders he kept encountering these other men."

"You heard? From who? Liah? His number one fan?" David snorts in disgust.

"Yes, my Liah might be a little smitten with this man but she has a good head on her shoulders, and she has been through a lot, just be patient with her, now, it's very late so maybe you should be getting home." Her mother suggest. "Yeah, you're right, good night then." He said and walk from the house.

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"I mean yeah it was partly my fault, I Did move to a spot I thought was safer and ended up moving right in the path of the knives and yes I know he didn't mean to kick them in my direction but shit, those knives sailed millimetres from both side of my neck and my upper arm. Three deadly blows in one strike, so what? Is he that precise even when making a mistake or am I just that lucky?" Jermaine asks loading weapons in a suitcase.

"So what? You think he meant to do that?" Blade asks also loading weapons in another suitcase because they heard that some of the outer town police were planning a raid on Razor's base as well because one of the men from the other side had mention Razor's base while been interrogated.

"I'm not sure, sometimes I catch him staring at me with those black holes he calls eyes, as if he's wondering whether or not to put a bullet in my head and the next I get this feeling that I've nothing to fear from him, he's so fucking confusing." Jermaine grumbles.

"Blade. Go and check on the men, there can't be any trace of drugs or weapons in this house when those assholes gets here and make sure the slaughter room is sealed, no one should know that there's a door there." Razor orders. "Yes Boss." Blade said running from the room.

"And if what you say is true then I think it's time I distance you from this mother fucker." Razor growls. "So you think he would really hurt me?" Jermaine asks softly. "Yes, I think he would. He already knows how important you're to me and it's only a matter of time before he decides to use you to get to me." Razor growls.

"But he took out the other side and came back to us, doesn't that mean he's one of us now?" Jermaine asks. "That's just it, I don't think he wants to be one of us, he can take us out just as easily as he took out the other side whenever he wants and right now I thinks he just biding his time until he's ready to spring into action, so my next move will be distancing you and Blade from this ass hole." Razor said coldly.

"How do we do that?" Jermaine asks sounding worried. "Don't worry yourself about that, I have a plan. Now take these suitcases to the men outside, then tell that prick to make sure everything he owns are in his suitcases, distancing ourselves from him begins now." Razor growls.

"But...um...Boss...you've spend so much money on him, are you sure you want him out of your sight?" Jermaine asks. "Trust me, he may not be in this house but my eyes will always be on this fucker until I get paid and he's out of this fucking country." Razor sneers. "Now go." "Yes Boss."

"Hey Anthony!" Razor calls as Anthony was passing his door. "Yes Boss." "Stash Michael at your house for a few days, will you." "Boss?" Anthony asks in shock. "I don't have time to fucking repeat myself, just do as I say and give your sister this money when you do, she seem to love taking care of that prick." Razor said shoving the money at him before turning back to the suitcase he was loading.

"Those fucking cops are all over the place, so take the tunnel and stash those four suitcases at your house as well, now go, and come back here when you've completed that task." Razor orders. "And Anthony, no one except who's in your house should know that he's there, got it?" Razor states in a deadly tone. "Yes Boss."

Liah sigh in frustration as she once again glance at the clock. It was now 3 am and instead of getting the sleep she knew her body needs, she instead found herself lying on her back on Anthony's bed with her night gown pulled up, her legs spread wide and her fingers gently moving over her wet throbbing private.

And of course there was only one person on her mind. Her drop dead gorgeous sexy as hell prince, Moses because not only was he freakishly handsome and have the body of a god, he was also a bad boy.

How she would've loved to see him in action as he tore through the other side's base. Hell she would just love to see him, period. So that means that when she was in his room earlier, he was busy destroying the other side's base.

So what? Did he tell them to bring her to Razor's house to protect her? So why wasn't he answering her calls? Wait, maybe he lost his phone and maybe that was a good thing seeing as though it was bugged anyway.

But she so badly wanted to hear that deep sexy voice of his right now. How erotic he had sound when she was giving him a blow job and how delicious he had taste when she had move her tongue and lips along his shaft and what an exquisitely shaped shaft he had, hmm, he was extremely blessed in that area.

She arched her back and moans as she remembers how he had wrapped his fingers in her hair as he thrust his shaft in her mouth. How she wanted him right now. How she wish he was beside her, touching her, spreading erotic kisses all over her body.

How she would love to do the same to that extremely sexy body of his. Where was he now? What was he doing? Was Razor still sending those disgusting women to his room? Did he allow any of them to touch him? He was a man after all, he too had needs that she would love nothing more than to fulfil.

"No," She growls softly shoving her nightgown down angrily and getting off the bed she began pacing again. "I'm the only one allowed to fulfil those needs. I hope to god he doesn't let any of those bitches touch him." She swears to herself.

She had told him that as long as he was on this Island he belong to her, but how could she secure her property when he was under Razor's roof? "Uhg." She growls in frustration.

"He's mine and I'll not allow another woman to have him, there has to be a way to ensure he remains mine and mine only. I just need to figure it out." She said softly as she continue pacing.

The sound of her back door creaking open and footsteps entering her house halt her steps and froze her to the spot. Was someone breaking in? Oh god, was it men from the other side? Were they here to take revenge on her and her family because they knew she was close to Moses.

Spinning quickly she frantically began looking for something to use as a weapon. Her body belongs only to her drop dead gorgeous, dark eyes, sexy as a god bad boy prince.

So there was no way in hell she was going down without a fight. She thought as Anthony's bedroom door was pushed open with such force that it banged against his dresser.

Thank you all for reading

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