A/N: This chapter contains some very disturbing scenes. Read at your own risk

MELISSA'S POV

I had to do it.

He left me with no choice. I tried having a civilized conversation with him but he had to be discourteous. If only he were a little nice to me...his soon to be girlfriend, then I wouldn't have been forced to resort to such extreme measures. The drug I injected in his system is non-lethal of course. I love my prince too much to harm him in any way. He is my life. If something or someone were to lay a finger on him, I would burn them to the ground and spit on their ashes.

Speaking of. Some bitch with silicone implants for tits, saw it wise to attack my prince over a boy. Big mistake Madeline. You fucked with what's mine and for that, you must pay. I'll hurt you so bad that you won't have the strength to show yourself to anyone. Ever again.

Nobody hurts what's mine and gets away with it.

"Hey." I was on a phone call with Dario, my associate.

"Hey mami. Thought you weren't ever going to call." His rich Puerto Rican accent floated through the micro-speakers.

"I need your help, Dario. I wouldn't have called otherwise." I spilled, plopping on the bed where my prince charming was lying. I had carried him to his room after he had passed out.

I started stroking his bushy locks, enjoying their velvety feel on my fingers. He looked so peaceful sleeping like that. Absolutely breathtaking.

"Anything for you mami." I love how submissive he is to me. The guy would literally take a bullet for me. Unfortunately, I don't have feelings for him. He's more of my henchman. I call him, only when I need him.

"I need you to beat up someone. Don't kill her, just break a few bones and teeth. Oh, and cut off her ridiculous pony tail. I would love to have it as souvenir." I gave the order, a content smile creeping to my lips.

"And who is this person you want me to beat up for you?" He inquired.

"Madeline Clarkson. I'll send you her photo and home address. Call me when the task is done." I declared.

"I will not disappoint you, Lisa." He gave an assurance.

"I know you won't. It's why I called you." I answered.

"Can we see each other sometime? I really miss you." He pleaded. I could almost picture his big brown eyes brimming with tears.

"Fine. I'll text you when." I replied with a sigh.

"I look forwards to it, mami. I can't wait to hold and make love to you again..."

"Have a lovely day, Rio." With that, I hang up. God, it is exhausting hearing him say all those things to me. I don't want him. Sure, we have fucked once or twice but that's it. And now he thinks that we can be a couple in love. How wrong of him! The only one I truly love is my prince charming. He is all I desire. He is my future and I wouldn't have it any other way.

"It's only you, my love." I decreed, stroking his cheek using the pad of my thumb. I sent the details to Rio then headed to the bathroom to take a leak. When I was done, I rinsed my hands in the sink. I stared at my reflection on the bathroom mirror, inspecting my face. My lipstick was a little smudged. I hated imperfections, especially when it came to my make up. Grabbing a roll of tissue, I wiped off the lipstick.

"Much better." I mumbled, glancing at my reflection, minus the lipstick.

Since my prince was still passed out, I decided to take a tour of his little kingdom. Starting with his bathroom which was spotless. Everything was in place and it reeked of lavender. I reached out for his fluffy, cotton towel which was neatly folded on a shelf and brought it to my nose. Sniffing him in while picturing him in it. Tingles shot to my clit when an image of him dropping the towel and exposing himself to me, took my mind hostage.

I want to see all of him. I need him to trust and love me enough to show himself to me. To let me in.

I placed the towel back on the shelf after basking in his scent. I caught sight of an electric tooth brush in a tin, next to the sink. Taking it from the tin, I switched it on. It roared to life with a buzzing sound. Almost reminds me of a vibrator I owned once. The thought crossed my mind as I squirted toothpaste on the bristles. I started brushing my teeth using his tooth brush. The feeling of using his tooth brush was intimate. I felt closer to him in a way.

Spitting the foam in the sink, I rinsed my mouth and the brush then put it back in the tin. My final stop was in the shower. Stripping my clothes, I stepped into the shower. Turned on the hot water faucet and squirted his lavender shampoo on the palm of my hand. The hot water assaulted my skin as I massaged the shampoo into my hair. I wanted it to burn my skin till it was red. I loved the pain.

Foam from the shampoo, licked my skin, cascading to my posterior. I caressed my body, tracing my curves as I bathed. My mind drifted to the love of my life and how badly I needed him to touch me. I pictured his hands on my naked body, touching my most sensitive feminine parts as he kissed me. Positioning my hand between my thighs, I started playing with myself all the while imagining it was him touching me. His face flooded my brain as I touched my sex, flicking my clit while pinching my hardened nipple and tugging on it.

"Yes. Oh fuck. Just like that my Carl." I moaned out, while thrusting three of my digits in my pussy and imagining that he was the one fucking me. A few minutes later, an orgasm ripped through me, rendering my legs weak. Heavy breaths drifted from my mouth and miniature stars blinded my vision in response to the orgasm.

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His towel wrapped around my torso, I went through his closet, looking for something to wear. I came across designer clothes that Gavin had bought for him during one of their shopping sprees. I grabbed the clothes from the hangers and shoved them to the floor. I grabbed one of his comfy oversized T-shirts and pair of shorts and put them on.

Then, I went downstairs to get a trash bag from the kitchen. I stuffed all the designer clothes Gavin had gotten him in a noir plastic bag and carried the pile to a dumpster, at the back yard. Using my lighter, I set the trash on fire. A puff of smoke floated in the air as orange flames consumed the plastic bag and its contents. It was exhilarating, watching the fire destroy the items that tied my Carl to Gavin.

Good bye Gavin. I thought, walking away from the charred remains.

He was still passed out in bed when I returned to his room. His cat which I hadn't noticed this entire time, started purring at me. It's like it wanted to pounce on me. A cat wanting to pounce on a lioness, how cute. I thought.

"Here kitty kitty." I called out to her, a smile plastered on my face. She purred at me, her claws out. She wants a war, I'll give her exactly that. I took a trip downstairs to the kitchen and took a plate of left over chicken. Added a secret ingredient then took it to the feline. As expected, she ran towards the plate of food and started devouring it. While she was having her fill, I resumed touring my boyfriend's room.

I opened one of his drawers and came across a bunch of his briefs. I picked a pair of black cotton briefs from his collection and sniffed it, relishing its fragrance and texture. Definitely keeping this one. I decided then stuffed it in my hand bag.

I went through his books which lay on a wooden study table. He had really good handwriting. I flipped through the pages of his calculus book, admiring how organized and smart he was. I recall failing Calculus on purpose so that he could be my tutor. But my plan never worked because each time Aunt Lucia asked him to tutor me, he would come up with an excuse. I knew that he didn't wanna tutor me but I kept waiting and hoping that he would say yes someday.

But he never did.

I picked one of his sketch books from the table. I flipped through the pages, admiring the great talent he possessed. He loved drawing, since we were kids. He would always draw anything and everything that made him smile. One time, he drew a sketch of me. I framed the sketch and hang it on my bedroom wall. It's my most prized item.

I was going through the pages of his sketch book when I saw Gavin in one of the pages. He was asleep and shirtless. Blood boiled in my veins when I saw the sketch. Angrily, I tore the page and crumpled it.

"Meow." The cat's cry drew my attention. I scurried towards her and a smile kissed my lips when I saw the state she was in. She seemed to be in a lot of pain.

"Awww...is everything okay, my kitty cat?" I addressed the feline, while scooping her from the floor. I ran my hands through her fur as she purred in anguish.

"Have you ever heard of the saying, never take food from strangers?" I spoke, strolling towards the balcony with the sick animal. I pushed the large window open and stepped onto the small balcony. Cool afternoon breeze nipped my skin, triggering goosebumps. I leaned on the rails, admiring the view below. I saw a car approaching. The driver seemed to be in full speed.

"It's time to let you go, Kitty." I whispered then let go of the feline. She fell on the road and was ran over by the over speeding driver. The animal's blood and guts spilled on the road. I hear cats have nine lives, I wonder how true that theory is. I pondered, while gazing at the deceased animal.

I strolled back to the room and joined my sleeping prince in bed. I took off his sandals, his shirt and sweat pants, leaving him only in his tiny briefs. I pulled the covers over us and placed my head on his chest. In that moment, I knew that I had finally gotten my heart's desire and no one was going to take him away from me.

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A/N

I had a lot of psycho thoughts while working on this chapter. Had to think of the most brutal things. Melissa has gone full blown psycho. I'm shaking, thinking of what she is gonna do next. What will happen when Carl wakes up to find her in his bed?  Are things going to change between Gavin and Carlito, now that the psycho bitch is in the picture? Keep reading to find out.

Next chapter will be Gavin's POV. Let's see what Gavin and Natty have found out in their little investigation.