I remember it like it was yesterday... It was raining hard as fuck that day. March 6, 2018. Mom had gone out to get my anti-depressant meds. Back then I was so depressed. Really depressed. Everything triggered me and living in poverty in LA wasn't a good thing. I couldn't take the shit so they put me on so many pills and medicines. I was getting into so much trouble and had to be kicked out of school for messing around with my teacher. It was nothing serious so I don't understand why I had to be expelled.
I begged her not to go out that day because of the weather but she said I really needed my meds. I told her I didn't but again she was so stubborn.
An hour passed and she still wasn't back. I know something had to happen because the pharmacy was right down the street and it couldn't take her that long. Me and my stepfather waited and waited and still, we heard nothing from her. Then the police came knocking on our doors.
Told us our mother had been in a terrible car accident and the other car drove away. He told us what type of car and I still remember it till this day. I was filled with anger and sorrow. How could somebody just get into a car accident and run off like that? What kind of person does that?
After we went to the station and confirmed it was my mother we went home. My stepfather had no expression on his face but that changed as soon as we stepped foot in those doors. He grabbed me by the neck and literally threw me to the wall. At the age of 16, I was small as hell so he had no problem with picking me up. He came rushing at me and slapped me in my face. Back then I was scared, terrified and confused so I didn't do anything.
"IT"S ALL YOUR FUCKING FAULT YOU WHORE" he says yelling at me and throwing things.
"MAYBE IF YOU WERENT SLEEPING WITH YOUR TEACHER AND ACTING UP IN SCHOOL THEIR WOULD BE NO PILLS FOR HER TO FUCKING GET," He said throwing a plate my way.
He was out of control. I knew this man was bad but not like this. I swear you only see this shit in the movies. I have never seen this side of him.
I never slept with my teacher. That's what he wants to say. He even tried to send me to boarding school for it I heard him talking to my mother. He was trying to send me off. But I never slept with my teacher. We were messing around but not like that. It's a long story.
He continued to hit me and abuse me in many ways almost every day of the three years I stayed there.
I always told myself one day I will find who killed my mother and they will regret it.
LANI POV
It was my time to leave Valentino industries for good but I was stuck on writing my resignation letter. I just wanted to be done with him for good. I was hurt and now it was my time to act on it.
Dear Mr.Valentino
I am writing to you today to notify you that today I will be resigning from my position as your personal assistant for good. I have enjoyed the days I spent there working for you. I had a good time but I have to just let this job go. I wish you and your company only the best. Thank you for the great experience you gave me and I hope you do good without me.
Sincerely,
Kehlani Lexii Paris
I tried to make it sound like I had a great time there. Which was a total lie. I fucking hate everything about that place now that I look back. He needs to seriously take who he hires more seriously.
I finally got there and when I walked in I suspected people would talk because of the pictures from yesterday but they didn't. Like when Kilo walks in a room everybody is quiet, respectful, and saying good morning. They did the same exact thing with me like I was Kilo's wife or something but I wasn't. Never will be. They even came and pressed the elevator door for me and when it opened people came rushing out like I was Kilo. He must have said something. I ignored them and went to his office. I figured he would be here but he wasn't. A relief came over me but there was somebody else in his office. I walked in.
"You're late," A man said, spinning his chair around. The man was beautiful; he had a tight black Amrani suit that attached perfectly to his body. He also had a resemblance to Kilo.
"Who are you?" I was curious who this sexy gentleman was.
"I'm Riccardo, Kilo's cousin," he got up and shook my hand. Cousin? I figured this man was related to him. He asked me to sit down.
"He went out of the country, I'm here while he's away" he stated.
"Out of the country?" I said. He just left without telling anyone.
Asshole.
"Yes, he had some business to handle."
"Business?" I said trying to get something out of him.
"Yes, don't worry about it, Miss Paris. Why are you late?" He asked.
"Does turning in your resignation letter count as late?" I said shyly. Trying to get him to not stop me. That one thing I don't need right now. Somebody trying to convince me to stay in this bitch. Hell no.
"Resignation letter..... Kilos is going to be pissed" he said laughing then he grabbed my hand's softy and held them "it's okay. I'll talk to him"
I gotta admit his touching my hands blew me back a little but he was so gentle and calm. Reassuring me everything would be good and that calmed me. He gave off such good vibes.
His cousin is the opposite of him.
"Thanks, I guess. But there's nothing to talk about. I'm done with this company for good," I said blushing.
Lol, now he got me blushing. This man is something else.
I gave him the letter and went to my desk. I grabbed all my stuff and took one last look at the office. All I could think about is that man telling me to leave or I'll regret it.
I caught his cousin staring at me. He even gave me a wink before I left.
On my way down Amil came into the elevator, everybody was nice and shit but she was the same ole bitch.
"Aww, you're quitting," she said in her bitchy tone.
How did she know I quit? I could have been fired. She was up to something. So I lied.
"I didn't quit Amil, Mr.Valentino fired me," I said looking down trying to look sad. I even shed a fake tear.
"No, you quit," She paused. "I mean aww are you ok?" she said quickly changing her expression. how the hell did she know I quit. This bitch is up to something. She knew something for sure. and that's all I need to know.
I turned around before I walked out "I guess I'll see you soon," and left that was it. It was my time.
KILO POV
I was finally in Italy, I left New York and had my cousin Riccardo watch it while I was gone. I also had him keep an eye on Lani. A good eye I do not need her fucking shit up. It's what she does.
As soon as I arrived he called and told me Lani quit her job. I was pissed did I really mess up that bad where she had to quit her job. He also told me he saw bruises on her wrist and she was really eager about leaving. Did something happen for her to quit? Something had to happen nobody from my company quits their job over some yelling, I pay too good of a fucking salary.
I asked him to keep an eye on her and I'll be back in America in two days. I have an idea that she doesn't suspect anything about me or her father maybe she really doesn't know.
I had to go back because she was obviously in danger.
But I soon find out These fuckers messed up my shipment and there no way I could be back home in two days I had to at least stay three weeks and fix things here and in America. When I go back I will talk to Kehlani. There's something important I have to do.
LANI POV
It felt so good letting go of my job at Kilos company, but now I would have to find another one. Luckily I got a few job offers from other companies that paid a little higher than Valentino Industries did and that was good. I was in a stable living position. For once things were going well.
I went to work that was farther from my apartment and got paid weekly instead of bi-weekly. Things were so good and better than it was before. With Kilo outgone, this has been the best 3 weeks of my life. Except for that bruise I STILL had from that man that night.
Which is crazy. How can a bruise stay that long? The only time shit like this happened was when I stayed with my stepfather.
I laid down ready to go to bed. I had everything ready for work tomorrow and fell into a deep sleep.
"BABY LET ME CHANGE YOUR LIFE YOU WANNA SEE THAT YOU CAN BE ANYTHING YOU WANT"
WHAT THE FUCK. I got up and I heard my phone ringing. I thought I heard it before but then I also thought I was dreaming. 20 missed calls. Who is calling at 3 am in the fucking morning. I answered.
"Hello," I said, still sleepy. Trying to find the crazy mother fucker who's calling me non-stop.
"I have been calling for TEN FUCKING MINUTES," as soon as I heard who it was I hung up.
Kilo? Why the hell is he calling me this late? I decided to call back. It had to be important. He did call 20 times.
I called back " What do you want Mr.Valentino?" I asked mad and angry.
"Come to my house now. We need to talk," he paused, making an awkward silence "It's Important," he said and hung up. I called back and Yelled "NO'' to the phone and hung up. This mother fucker has no right to call me 20 fucking times while I'm trying to sleep just to tell me to come over. Did he forget what he did? Fuck that. I laid back down and tried to go to sleep but I couldn't. I knew he was mad and he wanted to talk but I didn't.
Then about twenty minutes later I hear my door bust open.
I got so scared. I live in a not too good neighborhood in New York. I figured it could be that man from the park that night. I got up and quickly grabbed a bat. I slowly walked into the living room I didn't see anything nor hear anything. The door was wide open. I felt a warm breath on my neck I turned around and swung the bat but he caught it.
"Get. The. Fuck. Out" I yelled as soon as I saw Kilo snatching the bat from my hand.
"Let's go now," He said, grabbing my wrist. The one that was bruised.
"Owwwwwwwwwww you're hurting me," I said, almost crying in pain.
He grabbed my wrist to look at it. "Who did this?" he yelled with anger.
I wanted to say he did but I figured that would be petty. After all, he had put his hands on me before. I stayed silent. I promised myself I wouldn't tell him a thing about that night as I was told.
"WHO DID THIS?" he screamed, grabbing my wrist hurting me once again. I screamed he was constantly hurting me. He sighed and had a sorry look.
"Nevermind, we'll talk about this when we get home," he said, grabbing me by my waist pulling me outside.
"Home? I'm not going anywhere with you'' I said, grabbing on the edge of the door trying to save myself from going with him. He then grabbed my waist even tighter and picked me up.
Slamming the door he roughly carried me to his car, put me in the seat and buckled me up. Like a little kid throwing a tantrum. This time I didn't resist. I figured I should hear what he had to say.
He wouldn't be doing all this if it wasn't important. The whole ride I was shaking. I wanted to know what he had to say so badly. I hated the silence.
We arrived at his oversized penthouse and he just stormed in. I followed after him all the way up to his room. I just noticed how he always took me to his bedroom or he always was so aggressive with me, doing whatever he can to get what he wants. He waited for me at the door. He was pissed, he literally ran up the stairs. Of course, I was behind and I got lost. He came in after me and slammed the door shut which made me jump. He put both hands on my shoulder until I sat on the bed.
"Why am I here?" I said all calmly.
"Marry me"