🔒SOLD & CLAIMED🔒
(...Bound to the Devil…)
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CHAPTER 1🖤2
By: Blessing Orji.
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★CANADA, ONTARIO★
A young woman jogged along the roadside, her ponytail bouncing with her steps.
The early morning chill brushed against her face.
She wore skin-tight leggings and a tank top that perfectly fitted her slender figure. A black Airpod rested in her ear as she made a call with it.
"Dad! You're going to Mexico today?" she exclaimed, slowing her steps as she waited for a reply.
"When will you be back?" she came to an abrupt halt, her hand flying to her waist.
"You will be back in three years," she screamed, her voice loud enough to draw odd looks from the people passing by.
She scoffed.
"When I thought I could visit you in Russia this weekend..." she started, but before she could finish, the line cut off.
"Eh?" she blinked.
"Did he just hang up on me?" Dawn
muttered, shaking her head.
Yeah, she is Dawn Thompson.
Letting out a long sigh, she adjusted her ponytail and resumed her jog.
A Few Minutes Later...
Dawn stopped in front of a tall building, her chest rising and falling as she caught her breath. She bent over for a moment, then straightened and headed inside.
Soon, she stood in front of an elevator, and with a quick press of the button, the doors slid open.
She stepped in and tapped the button for the third floor.
Just before the doors closed, someone ran in, brushing past her shoulder and the doors shut.
"Hi" she said, glancing at the lady who had just entered.
"Hi" the woman replied with a warm smile.
The elevator ride was silent. When it reached the third floor, the doors opened and Dawn stepped out, walking down the hallway to her apartment.
She halted in front of the door, tapped in her passcode and the lock clicked.
Pushing the door open, she entered her cozy space and shut the door behind her.
She made her way to the kitchen and yanked the fridge door open, pulling out a bottle of cold water.
She twisted the cap and gulped the water in one go before tossing the empty bottle into the trash can.
Her eyes scanned the nearly empty shelves of the fridge.
"No food again" she muttered, shutting it with a sigh.
She moved to her bedroom and peeled off her workout clothes, throwing them across the room.
She wrapped a towel around herself and went into the bathroom.
Not too long after, she was in the shower, scrubbing her body with coconut-scented soap.
After a while, she rinsed off the soap and carefully hung the sponge to dry.
She brushed her wet hair back, biting her bottom lip sexily.
Cupping her small breasts, she tilted her head back, letting the warm water cascade down her body, rinsing away the soap foam.
The sensation brought a soft moan from her lips before she turned off the shower.
Reaching for her towel, she wrapped it snugly around her damp body.
In the next hour, she was leaning against the kitchen counter, sipping a cold bottle of yogurt.
She was now dressed in a crisp white shirt tucked neatly into a black pencil skirt that ended just above her knees.
Accompanied with black heels and her long hair fell smoothly over her shoulders.
Finishing her yogurt, save for a little at the bottom, she placed the bottle back in the fridge.
She grabbed her handbag from the dining table and left the apartment.
TECHNOLOGY COMPANY*
Dawn stepped out of the elevator, balancing two drink carriers filled with coffee in her hands. Her heels clicked against the shiny floor, catching the attention of some passing workers.
"Good morning" she greeted cheerfully as she passed.
"Good morning, Dawn" they replied, their smiles warm.
Immediately she reached her department, a woman in her thirties jumped up dramatically spotting her.
"Oh my gosh!! Dawn Thompson has arrived!" she exclaimed, drawing laughter from the room.
"Hi, everyone" Dawn greeted as she began distributing the coffee.
"You're the best" a guy said, already sipping from his coffee cup.
"Coffee lady strikes again!" another teased, and Dawn playfully winked in response.
Before she could finish handing out the drinks, a man walked in.
"What's going on here?" he asked, his brows raised.
"Morning, Chief" Dawn waved.
The man approached, placing a hand on her back.
"The CEO has been looking for you for the past ten minutes to bring him some files. Don't you think you're a little late today? Secretary Dawn"
Dawn's eyes widened.
"He's back?" she gasped.
"Yup" he said, smacking his lips.
"I have to go now!" she said, ready to dash out, but the chief grabbed her arm.
"Why were you late?" he asked, his eyes on her.
Clearing her throat, Dawn answered honestly. "I went jogging"
The chief sighed.
"Fine. Take the files on Michael's desk to the CEO. He's waiting for them."
Dawn nodded quickly and went to grab the files. As she left, Michael grinned from his desk.
"She's so pretty" he said dreamily.
Everyone exchanged glances before bursting into laughter.
"Is he crushing again?" the chief asked, looking amused.
"He's not good enough for her, he looks poor" a woman chimed in from her seat.
Michael rolled his eyes.
"I'll be rich one day. Just wait" he smirked confidently.
"Enough of this!" the chief barked. "Everyone, back to work!"
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Dawn stood in front of the CEO's door, gripping the files in her hand tightly.
Her palms felt clammy and she closed her eyes.
"You can do this. Fighting!" she whispered, her voice low.
She inhaled deeply, her chest rising as she exhaled slowly. Finally, she opened the door, revealing a grand and elegantly furnished office.
She went in, quietly shutting the door behind her as she walked towards the large desk at the center of the room where a man sat, engrossed in his work.
"Dawn" the man said, his voice calm and measured.
He looked up and their eyes met.
Her heart skipped. She felt the files slipping slightly in her sweaty grip.
"How did you quickly know it was me?" the words tumbled out before she could stop them.
The man chuckled, the sound rich and deep.
"The way you closed the door and walked in...it's always the same" he smiled, staring at her.
Dawn blinked, momentarily stunned. She caught herself staring at his face, her eyes tracing the sharp lines of his jaw.
Damn, why is he so handsome?
She licked her lips unconsciously, and he sighed, clearly noticing.
"The files, Dawn. Stop staring" he said firmly, snapping her out of her daze.
Her cheeks burned as she quickly placed the files on his desk, her fingers trembling.
"Sorry, sir" she muttered.
"You may go" he said, his focus already back on the documents.
"Y-yes, sir" Dawn turned and left the office.
She closed the door with a sharp click and leaned against it, feeling her heart racing.
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"Pull it together, Dawn. Stop falling for him" she whispered, pressing her hands to her flushed cheeks.
Falling for her boss, who already has a fiancée?
Classic.
She gave herself a quick slap on the cheek, wincing at the sting.
"Behave, Dawn. Behave"
NIGHT>
In her room, Dawn sat on a stool beside her bed, her fingers gliding gracefully over the keys of her piano as she sang softly, her voice blending with the melody.
"Put you first, just like you wanted. Gave you me, you took for granted. Now here I am at 28" her voice came out smoothly as she sang the lyrics of 28 by Ruth B.
"All my friends, I hardly know 'em. I don't sing—"
The sudden shrill of her phone ringing interrupted her.
"Ugh!" she groaned, slamming her hands on the piano keys in frustration.
"I swear if this call isn't important..." she muttered, grabbing her phone from the bed.
Seeing the caller ID, her lips curved into a smirk.
"Dad" she grinned, answering the call.
"Go straight to the point" she teased, her face serious.
Her dad chuckled from the other end.
"Check your phone. I just sent you some money..triple your allowance this month. Go out tonight, have fun"
Dawn's jaw dropped.
"No way! Thanks, Dad." With that, she ended the call abruptly.
AN HOUR LATER…
Dawn sat in the backseat of a taxi, staring out the window as the city lights blurred past.
"Miss, we're here" the driver announced, pulling to a stop.
She paid him quickly and got down, her eyes almost popped out as she took in the massive building before her.
The glowing sign read "Nightclub" its letters outlined in vibrant purple.
First time in the most expensive club in Canada.
Isn't that an achievement?
She adjusted her dress and went in.
As soon as she was in, the heavy bass of the music hit her, vibrating through the air.
The space was packed with people, some dancing wildly under the flashing lights, others lounging in the dim corners, their drinks in hand.
Some were even screwing each other in plain sight.
"Mad" she mumbled as she took in the scenes.
She moved cautiously through the crowd, her long flare gown brushing against people.
A few paused to stare at her looking amused by her outfit.
Who wouldn't stare?
She wore a long floral gown with a thick sweater and paired it with black sneakers.
The outfit made her feel left out among the sea of glittering dresses and leather jackets.
*Who wears that to a club?
*Such a weirdo
*Maybe it's her first time here.
Dawn held her head high, pretending not to hear the murmurs as she walked to the bar.
A young, handsome bartender was tending to a group of girls.
"Hi" Dawn called out, her voice just loud enough to catch his attention.
He turned to her, his lips curling into a charming smile.
"Hello, pretty. What can I get you?" he asked in a British accent.
She scratched the back of her head, thinking.
Juice isn't bad, right?
"I'll take a cold juice" she said.
The bartender raised an eyebrow, his lips twitching.
"Just juice? No mix?"
"Uh... no" she replied.
He leaned closer, his gaze curious.
"Your accent, it sounds Russian. You don't look Canadian either," he said, studying her.
Dawn blinked.
Okay, what's his business?
She forced herself not to roll her eyes.
"My dad's Russian, and my Mom's Korean. So, I'm Russian-Korean" she explained.
"Thought so. Coincidence...I'm a Russian too" He grinned.
"Cool" she smiled awkwardly.
"Ever tried a Russian drink?" he asked, pulling a bottle of vodka into view.
"Vodka?" she guessed, and he nodded.
"Exactly. You should try it" he said.
Without waiting for a response, he poured the drink into a glass cup and slid it toward her.
She hesitated, eyeing the drink like it was a dare. Finally, she lifted the glass.
"Happy drinking" he winked, before turning his attention back to other customers.
Dawn took a cautious sip, her face twisting as the liquid burned down her throat.
"Nice" she managed, taking another sip.
Before long, she emptied the glass.
"Bartender! One more" she announced, her cheeks flushed.
The bartender glanced at her with a teasing smile.
"Don't get drunk, pretty girl" he said as he poured her another round.
"Thanks" she grinned sillily, downing the drink quickly.
By the time she finished her fourth glass, her stomach churned uncomfortably.
She frowned, placing a hand over her tummy.
Feeling the sudden urge to pee, she turned and headed off to find the restroom.
As she walked away, the bartender's gaze unintentionally followed her briefly.
He froze when he noticed a faint red stain on the back of her gown.
"Hey!" the man in front of him yelled, reminding him that he was still holding his drink.
"Sorry!" the bartender apologized, quickly handing over the glass.
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Meanwhile, in the club's underground chamber...
A large room was dimly lit and the air was heavy with an aura of power and danger.
Leather chairs and rich velvet curtains framed the space.
A long, polished table stretched across the center, surrounded by men in tailored suits.
They sat with hard and cold faces.
Along one wall, some men like gangsters, stood with rigid postures.
In the middle of the room, a few young women in matching gowns stood motionless, their faces pale.
One girl, in particular, stood alone.
"Number 28" a commanding voice broke out.
The girl standing alone was dragged forward by two men, her steps shaky and unsteady.
"She'll be listed at 50,000 dollars" the man in charge said loudly.
Before he could continue, the girl collapsed, crumpling to the floor and all eyes turned toward her.
The man in charge stiffened, his sharp gaze snapping to the gangsters.
"Check her" came an order.
Two men dropped to their knees beside the girl, and they examined her.
"Her body is burning up" one of them announced grimly.
Murmurs filled the room, and the suited men exchanged disapproving looks.
"We don't deal with damaged goods. Clear her out and find us someone better" an older man growled from the corner, a lit joint dangling between his fingers.
The man in charge heaved an irritated sigh and pulled a pistol from his jacket. He aimed it at the girl without hesitation.
"Please, don't…" the girl's weak plea was cut short as the deafening crack of a gunshot echoed.
The bullet rammed through her forehead and her body went limp.
The other girls gasped, their faces paling in terror, their bodies trembling as they tried not to cry.
"Dispose of her" the man said coldly, tucking the gun back into his jacket. "And find me another girl. You've got ten minutes."
The guards nodded, lifting the lifeless body and leaving the room with hurried steps.
Facing the men at the table, the man straightened his jacket and forced a practiced smile.
"Gentlemen, we'll have to pause the proceedings briefly. I hope you'll understand" he said smoothly.
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Dawn came out from the restroom, her arms wrapped around her aching stomach.
"Why now? Of all times…" she grumbled drunkenly, stumbling as she walked.
Her head was spinning and she didn't notice when she bumped into someone.
"Oh, sorry" she mumbled, waving vaguely in apology without looking back.
The two men she brushed past turned to look at her, their expressions sharp and calculating.
They're part of the men who dispose of the body.
"Should we take her?" the first one suggested.
"She looks drunk. Let's keep searching" the second one replied.
"We're running out of time. If we're late, we're dead" the first one hissed.
The second man cursed silently.
"Fine. Let's grab her."
They began to follow Dawn silently.
Meanwhile, Dawn was trying to find her way back to the main club.
"Oh, my eyes…" she groaned, rubbing her face clumsily.
Suddenly, a hand clamped over her mouth from behind.
Her muffled gasp escaped as she held the hand in panic.
"Shhh, cooperate, pretty" a cold voice whispered in her ear.
Something hard and cold pressed against the side of her head.
A gun!
She was spun around, and her blurry vision cleared just enough to see two figures standing in front of her.
"A gun?" she blurted, her voice shaking as she looked sideways at the gun.
The men exchanged glances before the one with the gun leaned closer.
"Yes, a gun" he said icily.
"You try anything stupid, and we'll shoot. Bang" he added with a smirk.
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TBC.