Chained Lovers

Chapter 1: He’s Back

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K I A R A ' S P.O.V

Fate's a funny thing. Sometimes it has the ability to draw two people together, and sometimes it has the ability to destroy them too. In my case. It was both.

"Kiara sweetie, you're going to be late for school."

Snapping out of my thoughts, I swung my bag over my shoulder and grabbed my pair of Chanel sunglasses. I slipped on my black pumps and then made my way downstairs.

The scent of sizzling bacon and eggs wafted around my huge house. My mum was already in the kitchen, placing bread into the toaster with one hand and cooking the bacon and eggs with the other.

She was a super mum.

Her job as a stay at home mum, whilst married to a millionaire might seem easy but trust me,

it wasn't. Especially not with my three older brothers and me to look after.

Despite having more than four children, all whom are 18 or over, she still looked as beautiful as ever. Her wavy locks were a perfect shade of mahogany brown, her smooth skin barely had any wrinkles and there was always a small smile gracing her face.

I got lucky with my genetic gene pool, and inherited my mother's perfect nose, her gorgeous hair and my father's dark eyes and lips.

My brothers were already scoffing down plates full of food to which I simply wrinkled my nose at in disgust.

Kalen, 21, was my second oldest brother. He was probably the most relaxed out of all of us and somehow didn't inherit our father's explosive temper, unlike the rest of us.

Kai was 19, making him only a year older than me. Don't tell the others but he's kind of my favourite.

We act and look a lot like twins, not just due to our similar ages but also because of our love of The Vampire Diaries and many more Netflix shows. He's also the person I trust most in the world.

Then finally there's Kieron, the oldest.

Kieron was...responsible and scary, definitely scary. He was my dad's doppelgänger in every way, personality and all. Despite loving me deeply, Kieron was by far the most over-protective out of my brothers and constantly tried to surveillance my life.

He was also next in line to the mafia throne when my dad finally retires.

Oh did I forget to mention that part? Yes, my father is a mafia don, and also one of the most powerful and influential people in New York, making me a princess.

Correction, mafia princess. And I own that title.

Grabbing an apple, I pecked each of my brothers on the cheek and then walked over to say goodbye to my mum.

"Why are you wearing that thick jumper sweetheart?" I subconsciously tugged on the bottom of my hoodie, hoping to hide the contents underneath.

"The heaters in school are all broken mum, I don't want to catch a cold." I also inherited my dad's swift ability to lie.

Comes in handy sometimes, especially when you grew up in a household like mine.

"Okay sweetie, have a great day." I mirrored her smile and pressed a kiss to her cheek, before walking out.

"Bye Kiwi." My three annoying brothers sang in harmony. I stopped at the threshold and huffed.

They knew exactly how much I hated that.

Spinning around I graced them all with my middle finger, and then ran out as my mother began to scream at me. I hopped into my red Lamborghini and sped off into the distance, leaving the scolding for when I return.

I made it to school in record time and immediately hauled my hoodie over my head, before chucking it onto the passenger seat.

Pulling down my short skirt, I stepped out of the car and walked over to my best friend of ten years. Tessa Jones.

Her blonde hair was piled into a messy bun and she screamed in joy as she saw me. Running towards each other, we jumped into on another's arms and acted as though we hadn't seen each other in years, when in reality it had been only three days.

"Oh my god! Girl, you look so sexy. How did your dad and brothers let you leave the house?" The one thing Tessa knew about me was how insanely protective my brothers and father were.

Hence, the hoodie, which successfully hide my choice of clothing.

"I found a way."

"Of course you did." She glanced at her timetable and groaned. Uh, I've got chemistry first with Mrs Keene. The stupid b***h gave me a C on my paper. Do you know how pissed my parents were?"

"Well, I've got biology with the one and only Mr Carter." Her face literally lit up.

"Oh, you lucky b***h. I still can't believe you're screwing him!" I immediately shushed her and pulled her over to my locker.

"Hey, it's a secret remember? I can not let my my parents find out, especially not my dad." The whole reason my dad forced me to go to an all girls Catholic school was to prevent me from meeting any boys.

Well, I didn't meet a boy I met a man.

I successfully managed to seduce Mr Carter during one of our study sessions, last year when I needed 'extra tutoring'.

Yeah right! I'm top of my class and acing every single subject but, he didn't know that.

And besides, he's just a distraction.

From what you ask? More like who.

The bell sounded putting an end to our little conversation and I strutted down the hallways to Mr Carter's classroom. Or Tyler, as I called him.

I took my seat, casually meeting his eyes, and he smirked. Crossing my legs, I pulled up my skirt a little and dangled my bare legs in-front of him.

I was a tease, but he loved it.

It was a little game we played. I would tease and turn him on, in every way I could, and then after class during my free period, we would f**k. Hard.

As the lesson went on, I watched as his erection grew and grew and grew until it was almost too painful to look at. When class ended, I could sense his frustration with every girl who passed him on the way out and I took my time packing up.

Once the last girl had left, he shut the door and stormed over to me, grabbing me by the neck and plunging his tongue down my throat. I stumbled back, my bare legs hitting the edge of his desks, and I ripped open his shirt.

He always had a spare in his top drawer anyways.

Spinning me around, he wasted no time to push me down onto the desk and hike up my skirt. Gently caressing my ass, he yanked my thong down and quickly pulled out his member.

It was going to be hard and quick. The two ways I loved it.

I bit my lip as he thrust himself into me and then pulled out. Grabbing a fistful of my hair, he yanked my head up and clamped a hand over my mouth to muffle the moans.

The risk of getting caught was always a thrill and that's what I lived for. Danger.

He continued to brutally f**k me and the desk beneath me shook from the sheer force of his thrusts.

"f**k, you feel so good babygirl." He groaned, causing me to still beneath him.

"I thought I told you I didn't like being called that." He paused.

"Sorry." He muttered, pressing a chaste kiss onto my temple, before beginning to f**k me again.

That was a lie. I loved being called baby girl. It turned me on, but only when one man said it.

That however was a story for another day.

Finally, we both came and he pulled out. Grabbing a tissue, he cleaned me up and I sorted out my skirt, before pecking his cheek.

I never kissed on the mouth. That was rule number one. It was too romantic, too personal and the one thing I didn't do was attachment.

We both knew it was just f*****g and nothing more.

**

The rest of my day dragged. Mr Carter calling me baby girl really f****d up my mood. I was meant to be bathing in the after s*x glow but instead I felt like crying.

I needed a pick me up so I texted the one guy, I knew could give it to me.

After school, I managed to convince Tessa that I needed to study in the library. Instead, I met my friend/f**k buddy Sawyer in the car park. He had a bag of weed in one hand and a bong in the other.

We slid into his sleek Audi and I leant forward as he lit me up a spliff. Taking a deep inhale of the relaxing contents, I tipped my head back and stared up at the boring roof.

"So how was school?" I thought the urge to roll my eyes.

"It was school. How do you think it was?" He chuckled, taking another puff.

"Fair point." Feeling a little bad, I rephrased my answer.

"It sucked actually, I mean the intense o****m I had made it a little better." He grinned, showing off his boyish charm.

"Oh, m**********g to the thought of me then, were you?" Scoffing, I took another puff.

"No. Tyler actually gave me it." I tried to hide my smirk but failed miserably.

"Tyler? That sick boring perv who teaches biology."

"Hey, I happen to love learning about the human body." I laugh, but he doesn't. Instead, he just stared down at his lap.

"What's wrong? Don't walk tell your jealous Sawyer, because that's means attachment and attachment means that this has to end."

My rules were clear. The first sign of attachment and I ran.

"I'm not jealous, I'm just a little fazed about why you didn't ask me to help you out instead. I would have gladly have ditched school for you."

Sawyer was sweet, hot and good in bed, but his ultimate sweetness was was drew me to him. He wasn't a bad boy, yet he was still willing to get his hands dirty.

In ways Sawyer reminded of him.

"I know you would it's just that I didn't want to miss school and Tyler happens to provide, both school and s*x. It's nothing personal."

"I know. It just sucks." He ran a hand through his thick blonde hair and sighed.

"Sawyer, you're my oldest f**k buddy. That has to mean something right?"

We'd been 'seeing' each other for six months and known each other for eight. Normally after three months I would break it off but there was just something about Sawyer that made me want to stay.

"I guess."

"So, you're important to me then and that's all that matters. Tyler is just another distraction from my everyday life." And a certain someone.

"And am I a distraction?" Why did I feel this constant need to reassure him?

"No, you're a friend, who just happens to help me out." He didn't respond. "Come on, don't act like you get anything out of it."

"You do give good blowjobs." He chuckled as I playfully swatted him on the arm.

"Shut up!" I giggled, the weed slowly taking effect.

"Am I the best you've ever had?"

"Yes." Lie. "Of course you are." Another lie.

"Good. I guess it's safe to say you're the best I've ever had too, seeing as though I've only slept with two other people."

"Hey, don't make me out to be a slut or anything. My body count is only seven."

"I'm not, I was just stating the facts."

"You're so annoying." I muttered.

There a long pause as we finished our joints and chucked them out the window. He waved the bong in the air, to which I politely shook my head at.

I needed to have somewhat of a clear mind if I was driving back home.

"So, you want to f**k? We can do it in the back or we can drive back to mine. I brought some handcuffs I've been wanting to use on you."

"No, I've got to get home before my dad freaks out. Bye Sawyer, thanks as usual." I pecked him on the cheek and waved goodbye, as I walked back to my car.

I drove home, surprisingly steadily, and let out a sigh of relief when I safely parked my car into the drive. Normally I would never drive whilst high but I wasn't planning for Tyler's slip up.

I walked straight in only to be met by Kalen. He took one whiff and scrunched up his face in disgust.

"Did you smoke weed?" I rolled my eyes as I began trailing up the stairs.

"Where? During bible study?" I shot back sarcastically, hoping he wouldn't blab to mum or dad.

The moment I entered my room, my phone pinged.

Apparently there's some hot party down in Queens. Wanna go? ~T xx

I replied back to Tessa with a f**k yes!!, and walked straight over to my closet.

A party was definitely what I needed.

Pulling out some fishnet tights, some black pumps and a skin tight red dress, I began to change. I knew my brothers would never allow me out in those clothes, but I was feeling rebellious.

I wanted out of the house, even though the party was due to start for another two hours, so I texted Tessa to head over to Chipotle first.

I quickly encircled my eyes with a thick layer of eyeliner and ran some gloss over my lips. My hair was already in its natural wavy state and my effort to get ready had gone from 3 to -10.

I carefully walked down the stairs and made a beeline straight to the front door. The last thing I needed was for my brothers to....

"And where the hell do you think you're going?I mentally cringed as my feet came to a stop and turned around.

Of course all three of my older brothers would be staring me down with a disapproving glare. One I could handle, two was a challenge but doable and three...well that was just near to impossible.

I said near.

"Going to a party. You know, a social place where people have fun."

"And drink, and do drugs and have sex." Kieron stated, the hypocritical bastard. I can't even count the number of times he had come home plastered and yet still, I covered for him.

"Well, lucky for you me and Tessa are just going to dance and eat and have fun!" Sarcasm was dripping out of my tone but I didn't care. I was going to that party.

"You are not going Kiwi." He dared me with his eyes.

"Watch me." I spun around and began to storm out when he grabbed ahold of my hand.

"Hey," I screeched, spinning around and kneeing him in the gut.

Kalen and Kai sprung into action, both reaching for me but I ducked, rolling across the floor and in one clean swipe, kicked all their legs out from under them.

They groaned as they all piled on top of each other and my laughter boomed throughout the house, sadly awakening the beast.

"What is going on in here?" My father. Ryder Romano. Leader of the New York mafia, established business man of the year and millionaire.

He's the man other guys want to be and the man that all the girls want.

My father is cold, calculating and ruthless but to me he's the man I've called daddy since I was one. He's the man who played dress up with me and read me princess stories until I fell asleep.

He's the man who kept the monsters away and still does to this day.

Little does he know how much I'm hurting inside and that the man who caused it, was one of his own. Little does he know how broken his little girl is.

"Daddy, I want to go to a party but they won't let me." Time to pout.

"Kiara, there's no way you're leaving the house dressed like that." I glared at him.

"But daddy..."

"No, I'm your father and I said no."

"Well I'm her mother and I say yes." I squealed, rushing forward and hugging my mother.

She always knew how to work my dad.

"Gabi, she can't.."

"Ryder, she looks beautiful and we know that she can handle herself. Tessa will be there and if there's any problems then I'm sure one of them will call us. Now let her go." I watched as my dad deliberated, even thought we all knew the answer.

From the look of defeat on my brother's faces, they all knew too.

"Fine, you can go but home by ten." I pouted and my mum pinched my dad's hip.

"Fine, eleven." I hugged them both, and glared at my brothers as I passed.

Tessa was already waiting for me in the car and I pumped up the music as she sped off.

**

What a waste of f*****g time.

It turned out that the super cool party we were supposed to be going to was actually a ploy for a bunch of nerds to chat up Catholic school girls.

We stayed until one of them brought of his violin and started playing Beethoven. Tessa suggested going to a club but my mind was screaming at me to go home.

When I finally got back, I popped a few pain killers before trudging up the stairs. I needed a good night's sleep and to change into some comfortable pyjamas. Preferably fluffy ones.

I was about a foot away from my room when my name was called.

"Kiara." My whole body came to a standstill.

It was like a whisper in the wind. Like a ghost and I knew better than trust my ears after a couple of drinks.

"Kiara." No that was real. It had to be. His voice always caused butterflies to flutter in my stomach and every hair on my body to stand.

Slowly I turned, only to be met by the devil himself.

"Hey baby-girl." I gulped.

Fuck, he was back.

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A/N: Thank you so much for reading the first chapter! Hope you guys are hooked and ready for the bumpy journey ahead!!!