"LET ME GO". A middle aged man groaned as he was being pulled down the stairs by two hefty men along with his wife. One held his left hand, while the other held his right as they dragged his body down the stairs.
"Please let me go". His wife screamed as one of the men grasped her hair from behind and forced her to go downstairs. "Where are you taking me to?". She asked, struggling to pull her hair from his grasp with her two hands while she was being pushed downstairs. "I will call the cops if you don't let me go". The woman screamed but they acted cold towards her and continued hauling her downstairs. The two couples struggled as they were being forced downstairs to the spacious sitting room before being pushed to the ground. "Ahhh!". His wife yelled when she landed on her stomach painfully. She was in her middle age and her body was too weak to be experiencing this pain. She screamed as her hair was yanked up and her two hands were forced to her back then tied by a strong rope by two men before she was left to stand on her knees. The woman was shivering in fear and sweat was building up in her body, she tried to stand on her feet to run but a gun was planted at the side of her head which made her frozen at that spot. "Get up and I will shoot you". One of the men who had pressed the gun against her head threatened and out of fear she didn't dare to make a move. She sobbed as she knelt there in silence, watching the commotion before her. She didn't know what was going on, all she knew was her and her husband were trying to have a nice sleep at night until their peaceful home was invaded and they were being dragged down from their room to the sitting room. The moment the man was being pushed to the ground, his two hands landed on the ground to avoid his body from hitting the cold surface. His body trembled when his gaze met with a pair of a well polished black shoe and the only person he knew that wore this expensive shoe was his master. Slowly, he lifted his eyes with his head still down just to confirm who the person sitting on his coach was. No one had ever dared to invade his mansion and whoever did try must be fearless because he had a lot of men protecting his building with an electric fence that could avoid anyone from touching the gate. The man's heart skipped and his eyes widened when his gaze met with Leonardo Dario Domenico, one of the most wanted, young and dangerous Mafia in Italy. A twenty nine years man who had murdered a hundreds of people and slaved a thousands of people’s wife and daughters in his sex club room. Of course, he is the owner of the club, named ndrangheta, which is also known as one of the dangerous and powerful criminal organizations in Italy. It was a dungeon of pleasure and torture where both men and women who had crossed his line are being taken there to be tortured sexually to death. It was more like a pimp job he does because horny men and women come there to seek pleasure from his sex club room. Leonardo was a dangerous man, rare and hard to catch. He is mostly feared by a lot of people, only his story and rumor about him was enough to scare people away. He deals on drugs and owns a sex club meant to torture his enemies. This same man was his master, the man he had worked for five years, now sitting in front of him like a king on the coach, in his own house while he was at his feet. He was seated comfortably with one leg crossed on the other, in a black pants and a collared white shirt which tightly showed off his bicep. Four bottoms of his shirt were left unbuttoned and wide open which exposed the tattoo designed all over his chest, down to his waist. It was a tattoo of an eagle, whole wigs were spread wide to cover his full shirt. His dark straight hair was neatly glued to the back and grazing his shoulder while a strand of long hair fell across the side of his handsome face. His brown sparkling eyes were spellbinding and could make anyone's body weaken just by staring at it. He had natural pink full lips and his nose and jawline were perfectly smooth and straight which made him look extremely elegant. Sango was scared that his master must have found the real reason why he had retired to work as one of his henchmen. Beads of sweat formed in his head while his heart pounded fast and deep against his chest. "Quanto ti ha dato?". The devilish man asked in his cold Italian accent. His voice was so deep and void with no emotion as he stared deadly into the poor man's eyes. In English he was asking the man "How much did he give you?"."Please, just do anything you want with me, but don't report me to the police or expose the clip," Isabella cried out, her eyes tightly closed, hoping he hadn't hit the button.Leonardo let out a soft chuckle upon hearing her response. His smile widens as he raises an eyebrow inquisitively. "Anything I want...? With you?" he repeated, sounding intrigued by her offer."Yes!” Isabella responded sharply.“Excellent choice, Isabella," he remarks wickedly, and she opens her eyes sadly to meet his sinister gaze. "I want to fuck you, Isabella," he whispered. “Now, tell me how much you want me," Leonardo whispers with a devilish grin adorning his handsome features.“I want you, Leonardo," Isabella told him.“No," Leonardo countered, leaning in until their lips were mere inches apart.Isabella closed her eyes, uncertain about what more he desired from her.“Beg me to fuck you, Isabella," Leonardo commanded, squeezing her cheeks together tightly.“Please, fuck me Leonardo!" Isabella whispered,
Isabella eyes was fixated on the tape of Matteo engaging intimately with her. The audio continued to play, eliciting moans from the phone as the video progressed, leaving Leonardo feeling irritated and Isabella in a state of shock."Do you think I didn't know about your erotic affair with my brother?" Leonardo inquired, catching her off guard with his question. Isabella looked up, meeting his gaze, and he stared down at her. She was aware that he knew about her relationship with his brother, but what she didn't know was that Leonardo had been the one watching her and Matteo in the hallway."How could you, Leonardo?" Isabella asked, her voice filled with a mix of shock and disbelief as she attempted to snatch the phone from his hand.However, Leonardo swiftly evaded her attempt, extending his hand up and preventing her hand from reaching the phone."Oh, how could I?" Leonardo retorted, scoffing as he dipped his phone behind his pocket. "Well, why would you let my brother fuck you first
"None! Just let me go, Leonardo!" Isabella yelled at him as she tried to move away along the wall in the opposite direction.However, Leonardo promptly blocked her path by placing his other hand against the wall, thwarting her escape. "Do you think I would let you go so easily without punishing you for your mistake?" he asked, licking his lips hungrily as he stared down at her intensely."Sir, if you don't..." Isabella's voice trailed off as she struggled to speak under the weight of his penetrating gaze, which only made her feel extremely uncomfortable. "Don't even dare to scream, Isabella; the door is soundproof, so no one will hear you," Leonardo said, seemingly aware of what she might consider doing.Isabella felt a surge of fear, her stomach fluttering nervously. She couldn't comprehend why her body found something intriguing or exciting about him when he was blatantly trying to harass her inappropriately. "I'll pay for the damage. How much is it?" she asked, but Leonardo respon
Isabella's heart raced so fast with fear; she was so scared by his threat that she took two steps back, away from his reach."Leonardo, the..." Isabella begun, interrupted by his curt demand, "I don't care if the picture is yours or not! Just take off your clothing and prove it," Leonardo snapped, clearly irritated by her reluctance to comply with his command."It's not mine, Sir Leonardo," Isabella protested, tears welling up in her eyes, hoping he would believe her."Do you want me to involve the police?" Leonardo asked, raising an eyebrow with all seriousness, which caused Isabella’s eyes to widen and panic to surge through her. "I could call the police right now and sue you for attempting to seduce me," he threatened. "I've got proof, and I won't hesitate to expose you by stripping you naked in front of everyone," Leonardo asserted sternly.Isabella's whole body trembled with fear, wondering what she had gotten herself into. She questioned herself inwardly, 'Oh God, what have I do
Isabella wondered what he was asking about because she was only apologizing for coming late so he wouldn't fire her, but here he is talking about something else.“Please, what are you talking about, sir?” Isabella asked.Leonardo sighed and relaxed back on his swivel chair. It seems she doesn't understand what he meant and he needed to make it more obvious to her that he had seen the picture. "Did you think I didn't see the message?""What are you talking about?” Isabella asked to be sure what message he was talking about because she was sure she deleted the photo if it was that. “Of course I sent you the document”, She added with a nervous smile.Leonardo grew frustrated with her apparent bewilderment and snapped, "Stop pretending like you don't know, Isabella!" He asserted, causing Isabella to furrow her brows in confusion, wondering if there was something he knew that she didn't know.Judging from Isabella's continued puzzled expression, Leonardo was certain she was unaware of what
Leonardo stepped out of the elevator and hurried into his office. His erection was evidence, straining against his pants and causing him discomfort. He locked the door behind him, walked to his desk, sat down, and unlocked his phone again. It revealed in his phone that Isabella had sent the necessary documents he had requested, but the deleted photo still remained. She must have panicked after sending the photo to him. He thought.‘But what if this photo wasn't meant for me, then who was it meant for? My brother?’ He questioned inwardly. ‘It better not, because it wasn't part of the deal that he would still be involved with her’. Leonardo mumbled to himself."Fuck", Leonardo groaned, glancing down at his pants, where his cock was visibly straining the fabric. His erection had literally created a noticeable tent in his pants. The feeling was annoyingly painful, and he really needed relief. "Relax, it's just a boob photo; we're not even into boobs," Leonardo muttered to himself, attempti