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A/N : My apologies! Again, so sorry for the delay. I actually forced myself to write and update no matter how busy my life is, because I know you guys must have wait for updates. And what a coincidence it is that I posted this today, because today is my birthday! I'm 25 years old today! How time just flies by..

Anyway, enjoy this chapter. And yes, it's still unbeta-ed. I'm in the middle of making an arrangement, I'll tell you the update in the next post. So for right now, I did as best as I can with the grammar. If you found any mistakes, please let me know.

Anddddd thanks for all your wonderful reviews, follows & favorites. Now, some reviews replies:

AcroDancer13: You're welcome, dear. And yes, that was one of my favourite part too. I always like to include my stories with jokes and humour, a bit here and there. It's just so much fun. But sometimes, I also like it to be a bit dark, angst and depressing, because I'm bipolar, that's why. LOL. Anyway, I'm so happy that you want to help me! Thank you so much! I'll PM you directly. So that we can discuss and go over details. Thanks again, dear!

girl black 20: Yes! I agree. Twilight fandom somehow had lost its popularity. In my opinion, it shouldn't be. Twilight (vampires, werewolves) storyline might be called as cliché nowadays. People's perception over it had changed over the years due to its over-popularity during those 'golden' years. But Twilight characters shouldn't be. These characters are so good, they have so much potential. They should have more character exploration. But it's so sad that we have seen very few of it these days.

lytebrytehybrid88: LMAO. OMG. I just can't stop laughing reading your comment. LOL. That was a good one, buddy. Haha, don't worry, in this chapter, I believe, the sense has been smack into Jacob properly. I hope you love this chapter. I tried as best as I could because, you successfully had me doubt if Jacob can sort his feelings on his own. And you're right, he REALLY need some help in that. You just saved me. THIS IS WHY I NEED MORE REVIEWS LIKE YOURS. So, yeah, thank you so much, buddy. I really appreciate it.

jessa76: Aww, honey, I'm so sorry. LOL. I don't think that it was that sad at all. But, I'll take that as a compliment. Thank youuuu :D

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You bring good to my lonely life, honestly
It's hard for me to look into your eyes
When, I say that I would be nothing without your love
I feel the rush and it's amazing

[The Weeknd:]
Maybe I've been always destined to end up in this place, yeah
I don't mean to come off selfish, but I want it all
Love will always be a lesson, let's get out of its way
Cause I know, all I know, all I know

[The Weeknd & Lana Del Rey:]
I'm a prisoner to my addiction
I'm addicted to a life that's so empty and so cold
I'm a prisoner to my decisions
Ooh, ooh, ooh

~ Prisoner by The Weeknd ft. Lana Del Rey

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Chapter 10 : Prisoner

/

What was supposed to be a soft kiss turned into heavy which then turn into another hot fervent passionate sex, two waves of orgasm that left me panting and Emmett breathless, the sheets wet with our sweat and fluid.

Emmett had to take another short shower before dressing up in a new white button up shirt, as I snickered under the sheets watching him grumbled fiddling with the buttons, rushing, when he was already an hour late from attending his business. Emmett smirked over his shoulder at me as I chuckled under the sheets.

When he was finished, suit on, ready to go, he bent down and kissed me on my lips before he went out and disappeared behind the door.

I went into the shower after Emmett left, taking pictures of myself in nothing but a wall mirror of the bathroom, appearing shy as I snapped a few pictures of myself to send to my other clients back home with a playful message of 'miss you xox' attached to them.

Phoenix showed up half an hour after Emmett left, when I was halfway through replying to Simon when there's a knock at the door. I answered the door after putting on a bathrobe over my naked body.

"Well," Phoenix sighed as he leans against the doorframe, giving me a look, "Where to?"

We went to the South Beach which was mobbed with tourists like me. It was located at the opposite side of the Ocean Drive. It's actually pretty great even if it does reinforce the Miami stereotypes images that I've seen on TV, filled with young, swimsuit-clad crowds hanging at the pool side, models sauntering along golden sands.

"Hot one today," Phoenix muttered beside me, and I looked at him in surprise.

"Yeah," I agreed softly, eyeing the same black sweater Phoenix had worn last night, "Should have left that in your room."

It was the first time Phoenix had initiated conversation between us. Last night, I had to chatter on about random things to fill the weird silence. I had assumed that Phoenix to be not much of a talker, but perhaps I was wrong.

"Would you take me shopping?" I asked after a moment, "I want to buy something."

"Sure," Phoenix said in return, stopping me and pulling out his cell phone.

I watched him scrolled through a list of numbers before selecting one and lifting the disposable phone to his ear.

"Emmett will spend all of his money on you here, won't he?"

There was no bitterness in Phoenix's voice, just a light teasing tone that again, surprised me. Phoenix's appearance had scared me a little, he has this aura, kind of edgy and dangerous that made him look nearly untouchable.

I shrugged and hid my smile by looking around us, as I settled my sight on that familiar black car, this time a Maserati as it rolled up next to us.

Phoenix opened the back door for me, and closed the door when I got inside. He sat in front with the driver as the car pulled from the side road and headed into our destination.

It was a small thing, but it made me very curious.

So I asked, "What's with different cars every time?" I had never ride in so many uber-luxury cars in less than 48 hours in my life. It was bizarre.

Phoenix glanced back to me from his seat and his lips twitch upwards slightly, for what I assumed was a smile, "Safety reasons. We have to make sure that we're not tracked, and there's no one following us."

I blinked my eyes as I slowly comprehend his words. Okay, so a mafia boss practically need to be aware of all the things normal people had never given a second thought about, such as secrecy. I was a lying whore but I never lied being a whore. Emmett is a mafia boss but he had to lie about being one. I realised there must be so many things that I don't know about Emmett. Things that he would never tell me.

How can I break through that?

/

There was a bigger shopping centre just a few blocks from the beach and Ocean Drive, it's called Lincoln Road Mall, and I was sure my jaw dropped to the floor. It was a mile long, pedestrian only promenade boasts a happening street scene with throngs of tourists and locals, shops and restaurants.

"I don't think we will have time to walk the entire place today," Phoenix muttered beside me, "Emmett wants a meeting with me and the other guys around three."

"Oh?" I blinked and looked at him, "Yeah, sure. We shouldn't be long."

Oh, I was so very wrong.

First, I couldn't choose where to start. There are so many shops to go to, I was almost overwhelmed, until a Prada store pops up and I had to go in.

An older yet fashionable lady helped me shop while Phoenix took a seat on a padded bench constantly checking his phone, glancing around the place now and then as I tried different styles of shoes and shirts and a leather jacket to die for.

"I love it," I sighed, looking at myself in the mirror, even though it was really impractical in this sort of weather.

"It's just over three thousand," the lady smiles politely, and I flicked my eyes back to Phoenix in the mirror.

My babysitter just shrugged, but I put it back.

We left the store and went on to search for other shop. I found a cutest bandana print swim trunks at Versace, which definitely showed all of my assets. I also got a set of Tom Ford's body oil and moisturizers, which is perfect to rehydrate dry skin under this hot weather. They were only just over a thousand, and Phoenix hand me a hard, disposable plastic card when we get to the register.

We left the store and walked back out to the street and we stopped at a frozen yogurt shop.

"Why don't you buy yourself something?" I asked as Phoenix dispensed strawberry yogurt ice cream into his cup.

"I am not into these big brands," Phoenix made a face, pulling his cup away and following me towards the long section of toppings.

"I can tell, from the state of your wallet," I hummed as I scooped fruit into my cup, "It's nice to spoil yourself once in a while."

"Yes, you would know best, hmm?" Phoenix smirked, and I shot him a look.

"I am not constantly spoiled, as you so believe," I said as I grabbed the chocolate sauce and drizzles it over my fruit and yogurt, "I live a modest life. I have a small apartment, all by myself. I live off Netflix and eat takeout often."

"So, you are not always out being spoiled?" Phoenix asked, placing a few chocolate chip cookies into his cup.

"No!" I sighed, "I'm not a sugar baby… anymore."

"Anymore?" Phoenix asked, following me to the register.

"Yes, free money is always nice, isn't it?"

"No," the man shook his head. "Not at all. I like working for money, I like to earn what I get."

I glanced over at him then, my interest stirred, "Is that so?"

Phoenix paid for us and took me to a small table in the corner, hidden away from the windows of the shop, and sat across from me, "Yes. I cannot imagine a life without work."

I nodded as I smiled at him. People who liked to work and earn things were genuine people. I was glad Phoenix was one of them.

"What about you?" He asked, I glanced back up at him, eyebrows raised, "Do you work for what you have?"

I glanced away and let out a dry laugh, "Yeah, always. Dirty work."

I shifted in my seat as Phoenix looked upon me with a frown, then he said, "I get it."

I couldn't help the sceptical look I shot at him, "Do you?"

"Of course I do," Phoenix returned the look with one of disbelief, as if he couldn't believe I would say such a thing, "We are not very different."

It was like earlier, when I suddenly realised that me and Emmett weren't all that different. Phoenix worked for Emmett and maybe saw more than his boss did.

After a dour moment of me scraping the top of my yogurt slowly, I muttered, "You're right."

/

We walked along the pedestrian street when we passed a hand-reading stand. A woman with strands of dark hair visible under a turban sat behind a counter, a glistening glass ball before her. I took a look at her and at all the knick knacks hanging around before gulping, though not before the woman caught my gaze and winked. Bothered and a little itchy, I hastened my step, sidling up to Phoenix, who look back over at me, his hand on my elbow.

"You alright?" Phoenix asked, careful to tug me next to him when a wave of visitors went past.

"Yeah." I shook my head, but hesitated for a while, finding words to say, when I was thinking if I want to do this. I blushed, "Oh, actually… I-" I chuckled, "Actually I want to go to there" I said as I pointed out for him the small gypsy stand. "I'm a little superstitious. Even I don't think I'd fall for any of that." I said as I felt foolish.

"Okay," Phoenix shrugged.

I turned on my heel making my way back to the mysterious stand, while Phoenix following closely beside me. My step slowed down when I approached it, and as I hesitantly stepped inside, Phoenix stepped in front of me to check the stand.

Right, forgot about my bodyguard there.

After a moment, Phoenix nodded and went outside to stand in front of the tent flap. I took a long look over my shoulder at Phoenix as he stood watching the crowds passing by.

The dark haired woman had her eyes on me, and when I shifted my gaze to her, she gave a wolfish grin, "I knew you'd come back." She said and I fought against the instinct of rolling my eyes.

The stand was heavily stereotypical, the air coated with an exotic scent that no doubt came from a burning incense hidden somewhere. There's some talismans lied over shelves, along some potted herbs and wooden carven characters, all wearing wide clothes and sapient smiles, entranced in some sort of dance.

"Come." The woman insisted, and gestured to the small bench in front of her.

I sat down, wide eyes still roaming the ornaments. Finally, I tore my gaze away, meeting the woman's chocolate brown eyes. The small smile she had on fell and I blinked in confusion. "Oh." I gasped, and reached for my pocket. Surprisingly enough, however, the woman's eyes hardened when I asked her price, and she was quick to answer.

"My works are only paid after the costumer is satisfied, and they come in any form or amount they see fit."

Taken aback, I nodded, and stared at the counter's cloth pattern. "I-"

"Something's been bothering you." The woman added, eyes sharp and intent as she arranged a deck of cards, raising a finger when I made to continue. "And it's not your future."

My mouth clicked shut, face paling. The hand-reader smiled knowingly and added, "What troubles you is your past, am I right?"

I breathed tensely. "Yes."

The woman hummed, and smoothed a finger over a card thoughtfully, "I'm going to pull two cards out of this deck." She said, keeping her eyes firmly lowered, brows pinched, "When I'm done, you'll pull only one out. Deal?"

I nodded quickly, watching as her finger slid to one of the cards, pulling it aside and turning it over, a drawing of a goblet pouring a red liquid. "In your past I see blood." She said, tone impassive, paying no mind to the way my body went rigid. She reached for another card, and I watched her moves attentively. A drawing of what appeared to a devil, though I wasn't sure. The woman must've noticed my confusion because she explained, "Exploit. Greed."

She eyed me like she knew it, mouth free of any smile. I felt probed at, intruded upon. I looked away, but heard as she distinctly prodded me to take my card, my pale and long finger lingering over the deck, choosing a card out of the blue, turning it over quickly and willing it to be a farce, a random choice. What we were staring at was a drawing of a lady holding a scale and a double edge sword in another hand.

"Punishment." She explained, the word falling heavily on the silence that followed.

I stared at the card, dumbfounded. My mouth hung open, and amidst my distress, I looked up at the woman. She watched me with hard eyes, although she looked a little uncomfortable. Her lips stretched, eyes going soft. "Is that how you feel about it?" She asked, but the question was so flat that I didn't know what I should answer, neither if I was even supposed to.

Following my lack of reaction the woman reached for the cards, turning them over and including them back on the deck with expert fingers.

It looked about done, when she finished, she flicked her eyes back to me and smiled smartly, "Can I…" I spoke, licking my dry lips, "Can I know about my future?"

The woman drew her shoulders in, and looked as though she was about to deny when she gestured to her recently arranged deck, waving at it with a flourish, "Take your choice." She said.

I took a cursory glance at her, as if I was afraid there was some trick behind it or that the cards would bite my fingers. Again, I chose a random card, and handed it for her to flip over, which she did elegantly, both looking down at the drawing of a couple with a figure mimicking an angel over them.

"I could interpret it." She said, "But I believe you know its meaning." She concluded, not batting an eyelash when I gave her a fifty, taking it with care and saving it somewhere under the counter.

"Fare well." She called before I was about to exit. Pausing on my shaky legs and feeling more perturbed than I assumed possible, I whipped my head back.

"Fare well." I replied, voice meek.

The woman grinned slyly at me as I headed out to join Phoenix outside.

I breathed deeply through my mouth, mind engulfed with the image of the last card.

Love.

/

Phoenix took me back to The Setai just before three. Apparently, Emmett had called a meeting for all ten of his men (I had to practically drag that number out of my babysitter), and Phoenix was expected to give a short little debriefing of his time with me (Did that mean Emmett knew about the mango gelato yesterday before I told him?) so that meant I was alone until after that.

I wished Phoenix a good meeting, realizing how dumb that sounded after the man had left, and went to put my new swim trunks, body oil and moisturizer on the bed. I went to the window and opened it, letting the breeze from the sea cooling my skin as I watched over the crowd sun bathing on the beach, the jet skis and boats. I smiled thinking that it would be fun to go down to the hotel's swimming pool and take a dip for a while, enjoying the Miami scene.

I went to the bathroom, taking the things that I bought. I hopped into the shower, taking a quick one to wash the sweat that has been making my skin sticky. After that, I put on my new swim trunk and carefully putting the moisturizer and body oil all over my skin. When my skin felt soft and glistening with the product, I exit the bathroom and went to the closet to pick out a simple t-shirt.

The door opened suddenly, and there was Emmett returned from his meeting looking just as tired as he did this morning, but eyes went wide as he stared at my swim trunk clad body.

"What are you doing, sweetheart?" He said after a moment, eyes slowly settled on my face.

I smiled, "I was just getting ready to go to the swimming pool."

"Oh, I see…" Emmett said as he stepped closer to me, breaths fanning over my face as I looked up to him innocently.

He hummed deeply in his chest, his hand on my waist, pulled me closer to his body as he gave me a kiss; a real one.

It got a little carried away, and then before I knew, I was mussing his hair and sucking his tongue into my mouth while my mafia boss shrugged off his suit jacket.

I had my leg hooked over Emmett's hip, naked and smooth, glistening softly under Emmett's touch and I moaned wetly into Emmett's neck as those thick fingers push and pull inside me. I was drowning in Emmett; his touch, taste, scent. I moaned and sucked another mark into the Italian's neck to tried muffling any other sounds.

Emmett took both our cock into his hand, pumping and I rolled them over so I could straddle the man's waist and rock into his hand. It's all heat and tight grips, slick from pre-spending and I shuddered violently on top of Emmett when I came.

Emmett's dress shirt is ruined, but he only smothered me in hot kisses. Wrapped his arms around me and caged me underneath his body, and kissed my neck. I wound my arms around his neck and welcomed those lips, that rough jaw burning my skin with every pass, the new mark bit and sucked into my skin, just below my ear.

I called Emmett a mean name for it, a blush high on my cheeks, and Emmett muttered his adorations that make me almost gooey to my stomach from all the butterflies fluttering around in it.

"Where did you bought that swimming trunk?" He asked.

"Versace. You bought it for me." I chuckled. He laughed softly.

I kissed him hard on his lips, sucking his bottom lips into my mouth and released it when he gave a small groaned, "Thanks, daddy." I muttered.

He groaned deeper in his chest and kissed me back on my lips hard, sucking it bruising, then he sat up as he unbutton his shirt, "Don't shower, I'm not done with you just yet." Emmett winked at me, and my eyes widen a little in response.

"You just like me smelling like you, you dirty old man…"

Emmett didn't deny it.

Love.

/

TBC

A/N : Seriously, I just got a brand new laptop, but it already have some system issue. Like WTF. Anyway, next chapter is gonna be a bit depressing BUT we're gonna have a peek on the future chapters. Just a teeny tiny bit peek. Lol, you thought that I'd better warn ya :P