�TEMPTING
THE DEVIL�
( Bounded With You )

By, Cisca. H.

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PROLOGUE:

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Daddy sends British Luciano to protect his daughter, but once the hot mob boss( Luciano's son) meets Natalie, he wants her for himself—on multiple continents.

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Natalie is a grad student who’s suddenly thrust into the world of a business tycoon. She has nothing to lack as everything was there for her even before she would ask for it.

Her father placed her under the care of Lucky Luciano, one of his friends to take care of her while he leaves for work at Russia.

Natalie’s stay has been a dreadful one as Mr Luciano's son wasn't as heartful as she had thought.

The business trip was supposed to last for six months, but unfortunately, Natalie's father had to spend a year at Russia.

She’s terrified of her stay with a man who could just as easily kill her as kiss her ... now, the only way she’ll stay safe is if she makes him fall in love with her.

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�TEMPTING
THE DEVIL�
( Bounded With You )

By, Cisca. H.

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Chapter 1&2: NATALIE BRADESON.

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Writer ✓

The Mafia world is a great world ruled by one brave and stronge person. He has evrything in control.

He was self disciplined and possesses dignity… he had all other Mafia Lords working under him.

How he ruled the Mafia world was beyound man’s imagination… and he wasn’t just the well disciplined man we all know, he was also City of London most wanted criminal.

He was known as the strongest and bold Mafia King in London.

His name is Draco Luciano…

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Natalie ✓

“ Dad, are you sure this is a good idea?” I asked dad as I packed my stuffs into my luggage.

“ Yes, Nat, this is the best idea I have ever made in years. I trust Luciano, he is the only one who can do this for me as well as take good care of you while I am away.” Looks at me. “ You don’t trust him?”

“ Not that I don’t trust him, I’m not good at living with people… other people.”

“ Don’t worry about Luciano, he isn’t just the other people, he’s totally different from them. Trust, me.”

Dad and Mr Luciano has been this close since I knew earth, they did things in common and most times hangs out with each other, especially at night for dinner and they haven’t stopped hanging out until last night.

So… I won’t blame dad for having so much trust in him.

I ain’t that good at living with people who aren’t related to me,I can only pay them a visit then, I’m off back home.

But this time, things seems to be a lot different as Dad will be leaving to Russia today on a business trip which will last for six months.

Dad with some maids helped take my stuffs to the car while I did some finish up on my face.

Yeah, it’s just me and my dad all the time. He’s been there for me since I was thirteen, the same year I lost my mother after a brief illness which had no meaning.

But Mrs carolina, my college guidian councellor would always say, “ That is fate.”

Then… Bleep fate.

Now, I am a grad student, I can actually take good care of myself but that isn’t for dad. That’s why he bought the idea of putting me under Mr Luciano’s care.

Well, it’s just a five days before I get employed into the Mass Company in town, I won’t have to be kept under watch for every 24 hours in every week.

“ Bye, Mr Bradeson, have a safe trip!” the maids all waved at us as we slowly drove out of the compound.

“ I’m gonna miss home, you know.” I said turning my back for the last time.

“ I know, and I’ll miss home too.” Dad said in a cold voice.

“ So, you said the trip will be for six months, right?” I asked.

“ Yes, for six months, then I’ll be back to take you home.” I smiled. “ How about your new job, how is it going?”

“ Well, the manager will be acquiting new employed staffs into the company by next week Monday.” I said.

“ That’s five days from now?”

“ Yeah.”

“ You do love the press, don’t you?” he asked again, taking off his gaze from the steering to look at me.

“ Yeah, who doesn’t love the press?” I bit on my nails. “ I want to be known around the State.”

“ But you are known already.”

“ Because you are my father, who doesn’t know Mr Bradeson?” He laughed for a while. “ I want to be famous on my own and not under you.”

“ Oh, I think I’m beginning to understand where you are heading to. It doesn’t matter who or what makes you famous, what matters is what you do that makes everyone know you.

Some people are known for a negative aspect, while some are for the good aspect. The question is, what aspect will you be known for.

The media isn’t like the video calls where both you and the caller see each other, it’s more like the whole world is watching you ever day.

What am I trying to say, whatever you are doing in the Mass company, try to be a good child okay?” I nodded my head. “ As soon as you shot your first video, don’t forget to hit me up.”

“ I won’t.”

We spent about two hours on our ride to Mr Luciano’s compound. His compound was as big as ours but the only thing that made his home more welcoming was the decorative flowers.

They had planted it both inside and the outside of the compound, while we had only few flowers in our compound and about one or two outside.

Mr Luciano stood outside his building, his lips beamed with a wide smile as soon as we entered the compound.

Dad went to offer him a handshake then a warm hug with lasted for a second or two. “ Nice to see you again, Mr Bradeson.” He said after the hug.

“ Nice to see you too, Luciano.” I leaned on the car while some maids carried my stuffs into the house. My eyes were fixed as dad chatted happily with the man. Then, he looked at my direction. “ that’s my daughter, Natalie Bradeson.”

“ Was it necessary attaching the Bradeson?” I thought to myself.

I waved at him and he waved back. “ Come on, Nat, don’t just stand there waving, come say hello to Mr Luciano.”

“ Oh, f*ck.” I muttered as I walked to where they stood. “ Hello, Mr Luciano.” I greeted.

“ Hello, Nat, It’s been a long time. I remember the last time I met you, you were in your final year at high school. I heard you’ve graduated, congratulation.”

“ Thank you. It’s really a pleasure to meet you again, Sir.”

He smiled, “ A pleasure to meet you too. Don’t worry about unpacking, the maids will help you do that. Have a bath and a good sleep, lunch will be ready before two.”

“ Okay.” I went to hug dad for the last time. “ Have a safe trip.”

“ Thank you.” He said, kissing my forehead. “ I’ll text you when I get to the airport, okay?”

I nodded. “ Okay. Bye.” I waved at him.

“ Bye.” I entered into the building, with the help of a maid who directed me to my new room.

From the window, I watched dad shake with Mr Luciano for the last time before hopping into his car. Mr Luciano had sent a guard to follow him so as to return the car back to the compound.

I notice dad look up, searching for my window. I shifted the curtains enough for him to get a clear view of me. I waved again, “ Bye dad.” I mouthed in a way he could understand.

“ Bye.” He mouthed back before exiting the compound.

I sighed shakingly, wiping off the tears that feel on my cheeks. I’m gonna miss dad so much, he was my only family. And now he’s finally left, six months is beginning to look like a year to me.

I finished taking my bath, now I was laying on the bed. I decided not to sleep until he gets to the airport. He said he’d text me when he gets there, so I’m actually waiting patiently until he texts me.

Few minutes later, my phone beeped. I was halfway to sleep but thankfully, I wasn’t totally gone. I checked on it, it was a message from dad.

“ I’m at the airport now, few minutes and we’re up in the air. How do you see your temporal home?”

“ I haven’t studied around yet, can’t really tell yet.”

“ Don’t worry, your’e gonna love it.”

“ I know. Don’t forget to call me when you get to Russia.”

“ I won’t.”

“ Gotta sleep. Bye.”

“ Bye.”

Now, I can sleep in peace…

I was listening to music when I fell asleep, the stress was a lot on me that I spent the rest of the day on the bed.

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I jerked up by the sound of a knock on the door. The sound was loud enough, causing my heart to beat than normal.

“ Who’s that?” I asked.

“ The Master sent me to call you. Dinner is ready.” Said the voice from the other side of the door.

“ I’ll be there in a minute.”

“ Okay.” I could hear her footstep retreating down the hallway.

I rubbed my eyes gently, yawning tiredly. I stood up, heading to the door when I discovered I wasn’t with my phone. I went back to pick it from the bed, checking if dad had been calling.

Mr Luciano was sitting on one of the chairs, he played a smile on his face as soon as he saw me.

He was a man in his early 50’s, about six years older than my dad. Just guessing, tho. But the way they did things in common, one may think they were of the same age.

I heard he had a son from his first wife two years before she divorced him. It was his younger sister who took care of his son until he turned ten. She had to leave to her own new home where she was blessed with two kids.

Luckily his wife came back to him, that was when their child turned fourteen. Due to his love for her, he accepted her immediately.

Ten years later, his wife died, leaving him with his only son. I also heard that since then, his son stopped living with him. He’d only pay him a visit, the next day he’s off.

I stared at the dishes on the table, it had my favourite. “ I asked your father about your favourite dish, he said you love the stuffed sweet potatoes.”

I sat on the chair opposite his, I wore my apron, picking the fork beside the plate. “ Like I heard, you will be starting your new job by Monday, right?” he asked as we started to eat on our meal.

“ Yes.” I answered.

“ I hope you are prepared? The press isn’t that easy to work in with the protocols required in it.”

“ I can make it up with the protocols, those aren’t my problem. “

“ What is?”

“ I don’t think I will have a problem with the Media centre,and besides, it has always been my dream to become a jounalist. Now I have the opportunity, I don’t think I am ready to risk it for anything.”

“ That’s a great passion, Natalie.”

“ Thank you, Mr Luciano.”

“ Well, if you mind for anything, please don’t heasitate to let me know. We might not have everything you need, but I know we do have some.”

“ Don’t worry, Sir, I’ll definitely let you know if I need any.”

“ Please eat up.” We continued with our meal and we had some few discussions. We actually talked about how he met my dad and how their friendship began.

I really enjoyed every bit of conversation I had with him, and I was beginning to doubt the fact that I hated it here.

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To Be Continued…

�TEMPTING
THE DEVIL�
( Bounded With You )

By, Cisca. H.

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Chapter 3:

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It's four days now to start my new job at the Mass Comp.

I have to go shopping to purchase some new clothes and shoes too.

Mr Luciano has been so nice to me yesterday, tho it still isn't that easy for me to get adapted to this place, I'm beginning to see myself getting used to everything here.

I was thinking he'd have me kept under watch all the time, but I was wrong.

Instead, he gave me the opportunity to do whatever I want to do and go wherever I wish to go.

I zoomed off to one of the shopping mall in town. I've heard a lot about Westfield Stratford City but I've never thought of myself going there.

I had to purchase some new clothes, shoes with new make-up kits too.

After I was done, I decided to take a walk around. I took a lot of photos and videos for my instagram account.

After spending ten to fifteen minutes of my time having fun, I decided to go back to the mansion.

I was at the exit door of the mall when I heard someone raking in anger and when I rose my eyes to look at who it was,

It was coming from the direction I had parked my car. The man looked angry and pissed off like he had just left an argument centre.

I hastened my footsteps to drive my car away before bed do something crazy to it, but he halted me with abusive words.

" Now you take this hell shit of a car out of my way! " He growled.

" I'm sorry, I'll just do that now." I said, sounding politely than ever.

I opened the door but he slammed it back, and it almost had my fingers cut off.

" Hey, what's gone over you? " I couldn't hold the anger anymore. " I said I'll clear the way for you, isn't that enough for some little patience? "

" You f*cking dared to yell at me, huh? Now listen, bitch, you clear off this shit trash right now or you see the worst of me. " He threatened.

" You started this first, remember? "

" Shut the f*ck up and do what I say! "

" You can as well clear off so I can pass... Please. " I said, still holding my peace.

He rose his hand high almost close to hit my cheek. I didn't move, I left him to do whatever he wanted to do.

Just then, someone held his hand halfway. " Don't ever think about doing that. " I heard the figure say.

He dropped his hand, focusing his gaze at me. " Are you alright?" He asked with concern.

I couldn't let my eyes off him. Damn, he was something else from just an ordinary human being.

He is a god in a human flesh. His blue eyes were the most beautiful eyes I have ever seen, and they had a shade of crystal colour in it.

I realized myself, nodding continuously at his few-minutes-ago question. " Yeah, I think so. Thanks by the way. "

" Who the heck do you think you are, asshole?! " Yelled the other man, but the guy seem not to give him attention.

" It's nothing. You should probably go home. " I dropped my stuffs on the passenger seat, hopping into my car, as I zoomed out of the scene.

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I threw myself on the bed, flapping my two legs. Today's incident was a narrow escape to me.

I couldn't stop from imagining myself having a different look all in just a minute.

All thanks to the mysterious man who came out from nowhere to save me from that dreadful asshole.

Talking about this mysterious man, I keep wondering why today seem to be a blessed one for me.

Maybe that's because I had the chance to meet a greek god for the first time in my life!

Shit... I'm overthinking, aren't I?

I've met a lot of sexy looking guys before, but none looked more sexier than he is.

I almost got lost if only I hadn't taken my eyes off him. Those crystal blue eyes......

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" How was shopping today?" Mr Luciano asked as we started dinner together.

" It was good." I replied. " I really enjoyed the mall, though. I never thought I'd be in Westfield in my life. "

" It's the best in town, everyone wants to go there. "

" Mm-hmm. You've been there before? "

" Everyone wants to go to the best in town. I mean, who wouldn't. "

I smiled. " Yeah, you're right. "

We ate for another five minutes of silence, then he asked. " Did you get into an accident?"

" Uh? No, why?"

" There's a scratch by the side of your car, I was thinking you had gotten into an accident, that's why I asked. I hope everything is alright? "

Oh my gosh, that bastard just scratched my car? I can't believe I didn't see that earlier.

" Yeah, of course, everything is alright. Maybe it must have happened while I was in the mall. " I faked an assuring smile, picking the chicken toast with my fork.

" Well, there was this man who was shouting outside the mall, I think he's actually the one who must have done that to my car. "

" What man? " He asked, his expression changed.

" I don't know who he is, he was just yelling at me. You know, he almost did hit me but uhm... someone stopped him. "

" You didn't call the police? "

" Nah, that wasn't necessary anymore. Besides, he didn't hit me. Like I said, some one stopped him from doing that. "

" Okay, that's a relief then. If he had touched you, I would have ordered the cops to track him down then have him handled. "

" Don't worry, Sir, it's all settled. "

I was damn so surprised at his reaction, I never expected him to take it too personal.

And he meant every single words he said about calling the cops to handle him.

I was staring at him, and I was beginning to see Dad's face in his. No wonder why they've never left each other's side.

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Writer ✓

He slowly turned the knob of his scope, focusing the red cross hair into the middle of his sight.

He slowly rotated his snider rifle, scanning the five-star restaurant fourteen hundred miles away.

His breathing steadied as he laid his eyes upon his target. Benjamin Mark, and he was aligned perfectly within his eyes.

He was an unpleasant looking man, to say the least. Skinny, dark hair, the kind of smile that makes your skin crawl.

No surprise, he was surrounded by escorts. But what else can you expect from Mark?

Now the question for the day: Headshot? Or heart shot?

He tapped his fingers against the trigger lightly while pursing his lips.

He waited... for a few moments before he settled for the head. He sighed, focusing on his target, and quickly he pulled the trigger.

" BOOM!! Gotta." He smirked, adjusting his tinted glass.

The entire restaurant has become a mess, everyone had began running for their lives. Mr Mark's escorts had taken his body hurriedly out of the restaurant.

He grabbed his sniper rifle and quickly began to pack. He dusted himself before reaching to his pants pocket, pulling out a pack of cigarette.

He slide one out, lifting it to his mouth as he lightened the cigarette, puffing out a huge amount of smoke.

He slide back the box into his pocket, grabbed his bag as he made his way downstairs.

The siren sounded from a distance, he smiled knowing they'll probably clean up the mess he made.

The sound of his phone buzzed, causing him to stop. Biting on his cigarette, he dug his hand into his bag, pulling out his cell phone.

" Hello?" He said.

" Is he taken care of?" Asked the cold voice from the other side of the line.

" Yup, " he said, stressing the word.

" Good job, Charles. We'll see you at the Warehouse. " Said the voice, quickly.

" Alright, see you soon." He hung up the call, puffing on his cigarette for the last time. He dropped it on the ground, smashing it with his leg.

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To Be Continued...

�TEMPTING
THE DEVIL�
( Bounded With You )

By, Cisca. H.



Chapter 4&5:

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(6:00am)

Brrrriiinnnnngggg!!!

The sound of my alarm was so loud that I couldn’t escape from it’s sound.

Honestly, I hated the sound of the alarm but today, I seem to love it.

I was fully ready for today as it was gonna be my first day at the Mass station. I’ve got to be there before the sun.

I was the type who spent hours of her time in the bathroom, but today I had to spend five minutes in there.

I applied my avacado cream on my skin, then pulled myself into my new suit.

I applied a simple makeup, then a neat hairstyle for the day. I gave myself a last check up at the mirror before heading downstairs for breakfast.

I left the house at 6:49. Being a news broadcaster has always been my dream and I can’t wait to inform dad for my first video.

I got to the station at 7:15, I didn’t know where to stay, so I waited at the waiting room.

“ Miss Bradeson,” Mr Thompson, the manager of the Mass station called me, standing at the door of the waiting room. “ I never expected you to be this early.” He complimented.

“ I just love keeping to the time, sir.”

He smiled. “ I’m impressed.” He checked on his wrist watch, “ Follow me.” He said and I followed him to his office.

“ I’ll give you a sample write up to go through while we wait for other workers to arrive. It will help you know how to structure your article. Here…” he said, stretching a long book to me. “ It’s not necessary reading everything, you can just pick the important points.”

“ I’ll do as you’ve said.” I said, taking the book from his hand.

I retreated out of the room, pulling the door knob down when he said to me, “ Welcome to the house.”

I waved a smile at him, before leaving his office.

I went to the secretary who just arrived to her office few minutes ago. I asked her for my desk and she gave me a card with my photo and Reg number.

“ That’s your desk.” She said, “ Desk 222.’

“ Where can I find it?” I asked.

“ At the other room, you can search for your number on each desk, you’ll find it.”

“ Okay. Thank you.”

“ Your’e welcome.” She replied with a smile.

First day in the station wasn’t that easy, but I’ll admit, I really enjoyed the training.

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Natalie sat on one of the dinning seat, pressing on her laptop with a cold glass of orange juice beside her.

She’d type for a while then sip on her juice, when it finishes, she’d go to the fridge to pour herself another glass of her orange juice.

She had poured another glass for the third time, this time she had a potato cheese in her hand.

She was busy in the internet over the case of the deceased who was shot at the five-star resturant the previous night.

Mr Benjamin Mark.

Mr Luciano walked out of his room after a long conversation with his work patner.

He poured himself a full glass of water, heading back to his room when he glanced at what Natalie was doing.

“ Working on your new article?” he asked.

“ Yeah.”

“ Assignment?”

“ Kinda.”

“ What is it about?” he asked again.

“ I’m working on an article on the incident that happened at five-star resturant last night.” She answered.

“ What happened?”

“ A man known as Benjamin Mark was said to have died by a gun shot.” She explained.

“ Did they say who the murderer is?”

“ Nope. No names mentioned. But they think the one who had killed him is a skilled sniper.” She told him. “ Do you think someone is spying on him?”

“ I think someone has been spying on him.” Mr Luciano said certainly.

“ Seems like you know this Mr Mark of a guy.”

“ Yes. He once worked for me before he joined the drug gangs.”

“ The drug gangs?” she asked, surprised. “ Who are they?”

“ They are group of peeople known as the Mafian’s. Most people refer them as the Drug Lords.”

“ You think someone from the drug gang must have done this?” she suggested.

“ Its obvious that nowadays Drug Lords do fight among themselves.”

“ Why?” she asked, inquisitively.

“ Everyone seeks for power. Every Drug Lord wants to become the highest of all.”

“ Well, thankfully the innocent doesn’t get hurt. It’s something that has to do within them.”

“ Most times, the innocent gets hurt too.”

“ Hmm.” She hummed.

“ You know, working on this for an article is really gonna make a lot sense.” He said, changing the topic.

“ Really?”

“ Have you come up with a title?”

“ No, not yet. Have any?”

“ Why don’t we say… War Against The Drug Lords. What do you think?”

Natalie nodded at the awesome title Mr Luciano had suggested for the article. “ I think I’ll go for it.”

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“ What now, Boss?” Charles asked as he puffed on his cigarette.

“ I’ll be off to meet Jackson by 1pm. I was thinking of sparing his life but… I changed my mind.”

“ Why?’ Charles asked. “ Did some thing happen?”

“ Yes.” He frankly said. “ I just discovered he had the weed I ordered from the United State.”

“ Hmm. No wonder why it hasn’t arrived for a long time now. So, what do you want us to do?” He asked.

“ I’ll need you up at the roof and five other men to spy on his warehouse. Wait for my order, I’ll tell you what to do before then.”

“ Rodger that.”

“ Page me when you get there.”

“ I will.” He hung the call, puffing on his cigar for the last time before smashing it with his foot.

“ We’ve got this, Boss. Phew!” he sighed. “ Come on, guys, we’ve got an assignment to do.” He yelled from where he stood and everyone stopped what they were doing.

That’s how it works here, everyone has to quit whatever they are doing when it has to do with the boss.

“ I need five men at Jackson’s warehouse. Who will volunteer?”

Five men came out and they all got their weapons ready as they zoomed out of the warehouse to Jackson’s. “ Let’s get going, assholes.”

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“ I need someone with a different article!” Mr Thompson yelled as he walked out of his office angrily after he had gone through one of his writer’s article which wasn’t appealing to him.

Natalie would stare at her article then at Mr Thompson’s face, which only made her scared the more.

She took a deep breath, sighing heavily.

She hesitated to submit her’s since she learnt Mr Thompson doesn’t tolerate anyhow write ups especially from his workers.

He condems articles, not because he felt like doing so, but he was only doing that to bring out the best for his workers.

And they all know that too.

“ Sir.” She stretched her article to him.

He stared at her for a second, then he focused his gaze at the article in his hand. “ I’ll go through it.” He said.

Natalie’s heart had started to beat as if she was caught committing a huge crime. She silently prayed that he won’t have to condemn hers.

No… not after her efforts with Mr Luciano in order to make it look concreted.

Being a new staff in the house, everyone had their eyes on her. Natalie has been standing on the same spot since Mr Thompson left to his office.

After what took like fifteen minutes, he walked out of his office with Nat’s article in his hand. His expression had an unspeakable emotion not even his workers could explain.

For a while, he stared at his staffs, then at her. she was beginning to regret why she had given it to him at the first place.

But to her greatest surprise, and likewise to everyone’s, he didn’t condemn it, rather… “ This is the best article I have read so far this year.” he complimented it.

Though he had said that in a cold voice, yet it held a hint of anger in it. He was so disappointed that he was having the best write up from one of his newest staff.

“ We’ll be launching this for our next newspaper. Sarah?”

“ Yes, boss.” Replied the secretary.

“ Have this as our newspaper headline for tomorrow.”

“ Okay, boss.”

“ And Peter, get the cameras ready, we’ll be shooting our next conversation video on this tonight at 8 o’clock. Got it?”

“ Yes, boss.”

He looks at Natalie who stood rather speechless. “ Congratulations, Miss Bradeson. You’ve done a great job.”

“ Thank you, sir.”

And so, the rest of the workers clapped for her. Natalie’s beating heart had calmed down, now she can feel herself breathing once again.

“ Congratulation, Nat.” they all congratulated her one by one.

She sat on her desk, she didn’t waste any second of her time to tell her father the good news

Ruthie, one of the newest staff approached her. she cleared her throat to get Nat’s attention.

“ Hey,” she greeted.

“ Hey,” Nat replied with a smile, stepping down from her desk.

“ Congratulation.”

“ Thank you.”

“ You don’t have to thank me, you deserve it. What title did you give to your article?” she asked her.

“ War Against The Drug Lord.” Nat frankly said.

“ Wow, guess your’e writing about the drug gangs.”

“ Yeah.”

“ Well, I wrote about the massive growth of the poor masses in the metropolis, I’ve got no title for it yet that’s why I couldn’t give it to Mr Thompson.”

“ You should have given it to him, maybe he would help you come up with a good title.”

“ Yeah, your’e right. But, don’t you think it’s too soon to ask for his help? I mean, I’m a new staff just like you are, he might end up seeing me as the incapable one here.

Well, I was wondering if you’d help me come up with one.”

“ I’d love to but, I’ll have to go through your article first.”

“ Oh, of course. Here it is.”

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To Be Continued….

�TEMPTING
THE DEVIL�
( Bounded With You )

By, Cisca. H.

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Chapter 6&7:

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Natalie ✓

I went through the article over and over again, after the third time, I came up with a new title for her.

She went to Mr Thompson's office to submit hers, returning with a wide smile on her face.

" He appreciated it. He promised to launch it for tomorrow's newspaper. "

" I told ya, your article makes a lot of sense. I hope the government reads through them and finds a better way to help the poor masses. " I said.

She sat on my desk, " All thanks to you. He wouldn't have chosen it if not for your help. "

" It's nothing, besides, it's just the title. It's not like I wrote the article myself. "

We dismissed the discussion with a brief laugh, then silence took over.

" So, you know about this drug gangs, don't you?" I asked, breaking the awkward silence.

" Yeah, just a little, tho. Any problem?" She asked back.

" Not really, tho. I was only asking."

" Well, the drug gangs aren't the type of people you want to have around. They aren't just drug addicts, they're criminals too.

A lot have been going on the newspaper lately, they keep killing themselves for power and popularity. What do you think? Everyone wants to be in authority. "

" What's so special about being a drug lord? "

" To me, I don't see anything special. But to them, there is. Being a drug lord is more like being a billionaire. They know what they do, so, I guess that's why they find it so special. "

" Take for instance this, " she said, pulling out her cell phone from her pocket.

She swiped through her phone to her gallery app. She opened a photo, showing it to me.

" That's Mr Mark, the deceased from two nights ago. Heard about the incident?" She asked, fusing her phone back to her pocket.

" Yeah, it's all over the net."

" Whoever did it is from the drug gangs. It's looking much like a war to me than just a fight. " She yawned, " I can't really remember the name of this drug lord, very popular though. "

" What about him? " I asked, curious.

" London's most wanted criminal. " She said. " That's what everyone knows him for. He's known all over the internet as the most notorious gangster.

He's probably not the type of gangster you see, he's invisible. You can't find him, but we all know he's somewhere around the city."

She heaved. " Those who have seen him are nowhere to be found, except those who works for him."

" Isn't it possible for his location to be tracked down? I mean, we've got upgraded technologies for that. "

" Hmm... " She chuckled. " That's not as easy as you've said. You might end up meeting him on the way but you won't know. " She smirked, " The hidden devil. "

There's some thing weird about this notorious gangster, some thing enticing to know about.

But there's a problem now, with Ruthie not knowing his name, there's definitely a problem creating an article about this.

Guess, I'll have to talk to Mr Luciano about this, he'll definitely have an idea.

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" I see you still haven't learnt how to knock." He stated behind his desk, puffing on an expensive cigar in his equally expensive suit.

" Oh please, spare me that trash." The young lady said, dropping her hands on his table after a catwalk to his desk.

" What do you want?" He asked, dropping the cigar to a small glass plate.

" You know what I want. " She said, walking to his seat. She sat on his desk, crossing her legs in-between his legs.

" How much is your money?" He asked coldly.

" Hundred dollars, sweetheart. " She replied, taking hold of his tie. " Don't tell me you've forgotten already."

" I just asked a question. " He rumbled, shifting his drawer open. " Here... " he dropped a bundle of hundred dollars to her. " That's a hundred dollar." He pointed.

She took it from the desk, smirking evilly as she playfully flipped it in her hand.

" Whenever you need me, just give me a call, I'll be at your service." She blew an air kiss at him before leaving the office.

He picked his cigar again, smoking on it. Today felt boring to him.

Though the lady who left was pleasing on bed, he wanted to get another laid.

He picked his phone from the desk, checking on his contact. He clicked on Charles's name, tapping the desk as he patiently waited for him to pick up.

" Hello, boss. " Charles said from the other side of the line.

" Hello, Charles." He responded. " Will you be busy tonight?"

" Yeah, I've got to escort my mother to her sister's place and I'll have to spend the night with her. " He explained. " Is there something you want me to do, sir?"

" Don't worry, you should attend to your mother first. Good night."

" Thanks, boss. Good night." He hung up the call.

He dropped his face on his palm, and after the last sip on his alcohol, he dozed off.

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Natalie ✓

I yawned tiredly as I watched the television with a sleepy eyes. It was getting more boring by every scene.

" Can I get you something to eat for dinner?" Asked a maid.

" No, thanks."

I waited for what to like twenty minutes to keep myself awake until Mr Luciano comes back from work.

I heard the sound of a parking car, I know that sound. That's the sound of his car.

I yawned again, and again, rubbing my eyes softly.

I heard the sound of the door open and close. " Good evening, Sir."

" Hey, Nat, how was your day?" He asked.

" Great, thanks. "

" Have you eaten yet?" He asked while a maid came to take his office bag from him.

" No, I'm not hungry."

" You look sleepy." He said, noticing the tiredness on my face.

" I'm fine. "

" Is there something you wanna tell me?" He asked, as if he knew I had some thing to tell him.

" You need to have something first, then we'll discuss about it."

" I don't think I wanna eat anymore, and besides I had some thing at the restaurant before returning. Tell me, what is it you wanna talk about?"

" Mr Thompson will be launching my article for tomorrow's headline."

" Really?" He asked, surprised.

" Yeah. And we shot a live conversation video today, did you watch it?"

" Yes, I did. You were really great out there, I'll admit. Your father will be proud of you. "

My face flushed red. " Thank you." For a while, I was quiet. I didn't know how to start the conversation about the notorious criminal Ruthie told me about.

There's one thing I learnt about being a journalist, “ You ask to get more.”

" Mr Luciano?" I called, distracting him from his phone. " There's some thing else I really wanna talk to you about."

" Mm-hmm. I'm listening."

" It's about the drug lords. I had a conversation with a colleague this noon, she told me of a man know to be London's most wanted.

She couldn't recall his name, so I was wondering if you know who he is."

" Wanna write a new article on him?"

" Nope, just thought I needed to know more about them."

" Well, there was one of which I know five years ago, but unfortunately, he's dead. "

" What happened to him?"

" He escaped the police custody, traveled to the United States. Poor thing, he never knew his profile has been forwarded all over the world.

When he got out of the plane, he was held custody and was later deported back to the country. A week after his arrest, he was found dead with his suicide letter.

“ I'd rather rot in hell than to suffer in this prison yard. ”

” If there are any other most wanted, I'm definitely not aware of it."

I don't know why but I don't feel much convinced with Mr Luciano's explanation.

If there isn't as he claimed, then why did Ruthie talked about the net having this drug lord as someone currently.... Wanted.

I sat on my bed, surfing on the internet. I saw a lot of drug Lords recognized to be London's most wanted and I'm certainly not sure which Ruthie was referring to.

And not knowing his name has only made things a lot difficult!

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Natalie still felt like there's more to know about this Drug Lord of a guy Ruthie had told her about the previous day.

Mr Thompson had called for a meeting at the meeting room. Ruthie rushed to sit beside her.

" Hey," she called. " Are you alright?" She asked, noticing her quietness since they all arrived to work.

Natalie flashed back to reality. " Oh yes, of course I am."

The meeting commenced, Natalie's troubling thoughts seemed to be the end as today, Mr Thompson rose the topic of her article.

" Though Miss Bradeson has written about this article, I still want more info on it." He started. " We have a popular story on the internet. A victim was said to be found dead with two other men in his office yesterday.

And his suspect is said to be... " The image of the suspect was being displayed on the television screen.

Ruthie tapped Natalie by the hand, " You remember the notorious gangster I told you about yesterday?"

Natalie nodded her head, " Yes, I remember."

" That's the guy Mr Thompson is talking about." She said, pointing at the television.

Natalie's eyes seem to have widened a bit as soon as she saw the image. " Do you know him?" Ruthie asked her.

She nodded once, then a " yes" which sounded much like a whisper.

She was surprised to see the so-called gangster lord was the same person who had saved her from the yelling brat the other day.

" His name is Christopher Adams." Mr Thompson continued. " I need you all to write on an article about him, I need it submitted by tomorrow morning."

" Yes, boss." They all chorused.

Natalie's eyes haven't left the image on the television screen. It really surprised her to see him.

She couldn't even believe her ears. When he had saved her the other day, he looked innocent and moderate.

And she even admired him as a greek god.

But unfortunately, he's just worster than any of that.

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�TEMPTING
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( Bounded With You )

By, Cisca. H.

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Chapter 8:

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Natalie ✓

I was waiting for the maids who were sent to go to the market. It's weekend and I need to cheer up with hanging around.

Mr Luciano was surprised to see me dressed up, I never told to him about going out today.

" Going out?" He asked.

" Yeah. I heard the maids were going for shopping, thought I have to tag along. "

He gave me this stare that told me if I was actually serious.

" Come on, Mr Luciano, it's weekend. I can take care of myself. "

" Okay, if you say so. I will send the driver to take you guys to the market. "

" Okay. "

The driver drove us to the market. He stopped at a corner while I and the two other ladies went to the market.

I decided to do the buying while they held the bags. This is actually my first time going to the market.

Don't blame me, it's Dad's fault.

I have tried several times to convince him to let me go since I turned fifteen but he never listens to me. He was too overprotective.

Shopping in the market is as interesting as shopping in Westfield Stratford. I so much love it here.

We spent about an hour or two, that's because I had to excuse myself to meet Ruthie who also came to the market.

We had a fifteen minutes discussion. I had to round it up so I wouldn't keep the others waiting.

I entered the car, and the driver immediately started the engine. He checked left and right before he could make a turn.

But some how in a way I still can't tell, a car barged at us, hitting the front side of our car.

I almost had my head hit on the dashboard but I was so quick to prevent it with my hands.

At a normal, we should be the one yelling at the bastard who got us hit, instead, he was the one doing the shouting.

" You shut your f*cking mouth up, okay?" Yelled the driver as he hurriedly stepped out of the car.

My ears were busy to understand what the argument was for. Thankfully we had someone like him here, I would have been crying by now.

That's totally not my fault either, I hate it when people yell at me like that. Dad never do that to me, so, it's already part of me.

" You f*cking crazy?" Growled the other man. " You blocked my way and you've got the shit hole mouth to talk back at me? "

" You're the one with the shit hole mouth, d**k. " He cursed back. " I think you need some medical attention on your eyes because I can't see the reason why you didn't see me driving out of the lane. "

" I didn't? Of course, I did. Not because you drive an expensive car doesn't mean you worth it. You're just a driver for all I know. "

That got my head spinning. I can't imagine how it feels for the guy now. There was a moment pause in his atmosphere and I was beginning to shiver for what the next action could be.

" You called me a driver?" He said angrily. " You f*cking called me a... " I hurriedly stepped out of the car to stop him from doing anything crazy.

" Hey. Hey, hey." I held him back.

" Look at him, he can't even push through a woman. " The other man laughed. " And you want to fight me? Don't f*cking waste your time, asshole."

" Just keep standing there and you see what I will... " He almost pushed me away but I held my stands.

" Hey, you calm down, okay?! " I yelled at him and he stopped struggling.

He was breathing heavily and I could see how much effort he put trying to calm himself down.

" Don't listen to him. Let's just get the hell out of here, okay." He nodded his head. " Come on, get inside the car. "

I entered the car, looking at the back. " Are you guys alright?" I asked them.

" Yes, ma'am." They said, shaking frightfully.

" Don't worry, we're heading back to the mansion." I adjusted, leaning my back to the seat.

" You shouldn't have attempt to fight." I said after a long moment of silence. " I understand how it feels to be called a driver and... but you shouldn't have over reacted to it. "

I looked at him, and he looked at me taking his gaze almost immediately.

" Mr Luciano is gonna have me pay for the scratch. I don't have enough for the maintenance. " He said coldly.

" Don't worry about the maintenance, I'll handle it. You just have to drive them back to the mansion, " I said, referring to the two maids. " while we go to the car maintenance store."

He glared at me, the expression on his face told how surprised he was at my words.

I hated it when innocent people have to suffer for what they didn't commit. I have enough in my account, eighty dollars isn't a big deal.

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We had returned few minutes after Mr Luciano's arrival. We were supposed to be in the house by 3pm but due to the scratch, we were returning back at after five.

" What took you guys so long?" He asked.

" Well, I went hanging with Tony at the play pack. " That came out so sudden.

" Tony? " He asked to be sure if I'd rather say, surprised.

" Yes, Tony, the driver."

He laughed. " I never thought you'd be hanging out with the driver. "

" Well, everything isn't about wealth. It's more about fun. He's cool, though. "

" Tony is a cool guy. You're never gonna regret having him as a driver. "

" Yeah, I thought as much. "

Tony and I have decided to keep the incident between us. I also had to tell the two maids who were present when the incident happened.

They promised not to tell Me Luciano a word about it. Case closed.

I relaxed on my bed with a glass of strawberry wine beside me. I held my half written article on one hand, reading through what I have written over and over again.

I didn't want to bother Mr Luciano to help me, I need to start writing my article all by myself.

I managed to type the little I have written in my laptop, and the rest would have to be something for some other time.

For over this week now, a lot of news stations have reported the massive number of killings in the City. No one is safe anymore.

Every one suspects it to be the normal drug gang stuffs, but guess the innocent seem to be involved in some death cases.

And I hated what I think. What if... What if it has a lot to do with Christopher Adams?? I thought to myself.

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I woke up late the next morning. I can't believe I missed service.

I hurriedly took my bath and dressed up to church. I didn't mind if I had breakfast, I don't miss service.

Today's service was motivating. Rev. Bernard really made a good preaching today.

While the service went on, my gaze met with someone who looked exactly like the Christopher Adams Mr Thompson always talk about.

Thou, I could only see his side view, but I'm certain it's him.

I waited for the service to be over, then I followed after him. He was so fast, that even before I could make it to the exit door, he's car had zoomed off.

He had the same hair cut, so I'm certain it is definitely him.

But that was surprising, you know. A notorious gangster just attended today's service. I mean, that's crazy!

What's he trying to prove? The innocent baby Jesus or what exactly??

No wonder why Ruthie made the statement when she said, “ You might end up meeting him along the road but you won't notice you've met with London's most wanted. ”

Honestly, I'll admit, he looks so innocent to be suspected.

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To Be Continued...