Luca, Marcelo arrived an hour after our call. I was eager to hear what he had to tell me. I asked him to wait in my office while I made certain calls. Gerald was yet to resume duty, and I wondered why. I called him to find his reasons, and he told me he was on his way. After my discussion with Gerald, I called Bruce. Whatever Marcelo had to say about Tomas was relevant to Bruce because he was his supervisor. After making all the calls, I looked at where my wife was sitting, and she looked beautiful in her jeans and a white t-shirt. The t-shirt hugged her body nicely, showing her breasts' roundness and tiny waist. She looked beautiful. "I see you are dressed to kill," I teased, and she smiled at me. "I threw on the first thing I saw in the closet. I am eager to hear what Marcelo has to say," She said with a glint in her eyes. She did not look worried, but I knew what had to do with Tomas should concern her. "Shall we?" I said, and she beamed at me. I knew she was happy. I led the wa
Luca, Marcelo left my office a scared and broken man. I never expected Tomas to be this efficient, but the fire of dangerous ambition had always burned brightly in his eyes for those who cared to see. I turned to my darling wife the moment Marcelo left, and the look on her face showed she knew what she had done. I went to lock the door to my office and sat on the couch. Rolling up my sleeves and unbuttoning the first few buttons of my shirt, I motioned her to join me on the couch. She looked nervous, indicating she knew what was about to happen. "Stand before me, Emma," I said, and she stood expectant. I eyed her body and unbuckled her jeans. I rolled it down, and she stepped out of it. She had only her tight t-shirt and red thong panties on. "Emma," I growled, and she looked away. I pulled her close and rolled down her panties. She was soaking wet from anticipation, and I chuckled. "You have been a naughty girl, Emma. I warned you not to keep things from me, but you did anyway.
Emma, I held Katya in my arms while I watched Luca leave. I prayed to the goddess to protect him. I knew his father was not out to get him, but I couldn't say the same for his father's bitch and half-brothers. I prayed he would achieve his goal in Ashfield and return to me alive and well. Katya struggled to get down, and I let her go. She went to Catalina, who lifted her up and winked at me. Just then, Luciano came, and he kissed Catalina. I was glad to see that they had settled their difference. There was little time to remain mad at each other. Tomorrow was not a guarantee, especially in the Mafia. I was glad Catalina could see that and move past his transgressions. I smiled at her and her cheeks coloured. Luciano took Katya from her, and Katya pulled his beard, which made him flinch a bit, and we all laughed. I turned towards my brother and Olsen; it was evident they were ready to move. Saying goodbye to Catalina and her mate, we left the house and headed to Bruce's office. "Tev
Emma,I walked back to the restaurant and saw Tomas sitting; true to his words, he brought flowers. I saw him in a different light now. Whereas I never took him seriously before, I was a bit afraid now. I was fearful of what he was planning. He had proven to be a ruthless man with no heart. He was sly and a master planner. Gibson stood no chance with him, and here we were, playing hide and seek with him. Maybe he knew I knew, or maybe not, but the thought of it all made me afraid of him. He turned towards me and smiled. I knew he could smell me, so I wasn't surprised. I did not smile at him because, under normal circumstances, I wouldn't. I went to sit at the table, and he handed me the bouquet of flowers. I took them from him politely and thanked him."How have you been, Emma? He asked, and I sighed."Great, actually," I said, and he nodded."I think it was a bit disrespectful for Luca to do that to you in the club that day," He said, sticking his nose in my business."Why did you g
Luca, I was relieved the moment I got Emma on the phone. The doctor at Ashfield said my father had silver shards in him, but he couldn't get it all out because he needed equipment and the equipment was in the hospital. As much as I wanted to risk it and take my father to the hospital, I knew Ashfield had been taken over, and we would be sitting-ducks there. Gerald was moving as fast as he could, and I hoped we got to Celio on time. I wondered why Bruce and Olsen's phones were switched off; maybe they forgot to charge them. My father was given a sedative, so we laid him across the car's back seat while I sat at the passenger's side. We had gone halfway when people started firing a shot at us. I could not believe the clan had people in Seafield, a small town before Celio. The situation was insane. "Where are the guns?" I asked Gerald, who was trying to dodge direct shots. He opened the centre console and pointed at the glove box. I opened both places and found three guns altogether