CarlaI fear Don Angelo may kill me tonight, though nothing here is my fault. I cannot predict his temper, but I can ask him for one last favor. It would just be like granting me my last wish, right? There's no harm in trying, I guess. “Hattos,” I hear Don Angelo's voice call out to his bodyguard lazily. From what I’ve seen and heard, I know he can kill everyone here without batting an eye. So, before he can say anything further, I interrupt him.“Please, Don Angelo. Spare my brother, “ I say this with a broken heart, and I expect nothing much from him. He may or may not save my brother. I understand that. He only ignores me and glares at Hattos, causing my heart to fall to the depths of my stomach. I should close my eyes and allow it to pass. Well, there would be no more suffering for Aldo or myself. We’ll both find rest together if we die tonight. In my next life, I wish to be born in a peaceful and loving home. I also want Aldo as my brother again. [Po!!!][Po!!!][Po!!!][Po!!!
Carla“Thank you so much, doctor. Thank you for saving my brother’s life.” The doctor briefs me about everything concerning Aldo's health condition, and I am speechless. I can only thank him for the wonderful work he and his team have done for Aldo.In just one night, Don Angelo has spent almost five thousand dollars on Aldo's treatment. My brother now looks rejuvenated. I don't know how he does it, but I know he has succeeded in making Aldo better. “The doctor said he's out of danger.“ I sit on the far end of the metal bench and tell Don Angelo about everything the doctor just said to me. He does not ask me anything, but I need someone to talk to anyway. I don't know how he’d take this, but I want to spend the night here. I want to stay with Aldo. Can't bear to leave him here. Don Angelo's back is resting against the wall as he crosses his arms on his chest. The metal bench looks like a damn throne for this man. His eyes are shut, and I can't tell whether he's really sleeping or n
Carla“Aaaaaahhhhhhh!!!!” Am I dead already? Why is the bullet not here yet? I am scared shitless right now, yet I don't feel pain or see blood anywhere. The bullet is supposed to pierce the glass by now, and… Oh my God! The car is bulletproof! This car is bulletproof. So, Don Angelo… He pushed me in here because he doesn't want me to be hit by any stray bullet. He knows the car is bulletproof. Why would he be out there risking his life when we can all get into the car and zoom out of this place? What the heck! Don Angelo just hit someone in the head. And that person seems to be the last of the group. How is this even possible? The two of them just killed about twenty men in less than five minutes. Who does that? Are they robots? Or, have I seen too little of the world to understand what's going on? Never mind.I'm a bit shaken by what just happened, but I know no one will be waking up among the people lying on the floor, so we are safe. So, if they have come here fully armed to
CarlaThe last thirty minutes are the longest I ever have to endure. If salivating can make me satisfied, I should not be spying on the food with so much interest. The car pulls over at the end of the road leading toward the beach, and I see about five men in black uniforms. Their appearance sets them apart from the other people we saw tonight, as a beautifully designed ‘H’ is on the left breast pocket region. I must say they even look tougher.Our driver, who also is Don Angelo’s bodyguard, Hattos, remains in place, with his hands on the steering wheel. When Don Angelo rolls down the glass, I feel the cool night breeze seeping into my bones. This place is extremely cold at night. I watch as the men bow to him and speak in unison, “Don!!!” Whatever they’re here to do cannot be good, and I can feel it. I suddenly spot a black polythene bag lying on the ground, piquing my curiosity. Why does it seem to move just now? Maybe my eyes are deceiving me.“Eat!” Don Angelo addresses me befo
CarlaAs the men return from throwing Mr Ferdinand into the sea, my mind is filled with thoughts of the man’s dejected look just now. So he's dead, and there's nothing anyone can do about it. He is killed in the same manner he kills others. Helplessly and mercilessly - with no evidence to trace. It's true what they say, “If you choose to live by the gun, you die by the gun.”What about Don Angelo? How many lives has he claimed with those hands? What kind of world is he ruling? “Don,” I hear someone speak in front of me, yet I am only seeing him now. I guess the shock is just too much for me. So much so that everything is zoned out of my mind.“Remember our agreement.” Don Angelo says curtly as he drags me away from the young man whose gaze is fixed on where Mr Ferdinand has been thrown into the sea. One look at his face, and I can tell he is a spitting image of the man - just a younger version of the older man. He should be Mr Ferdinand’s son. Don't tell me he hired people to kill
Don AngeloLike Hattos said, we are all in my private jet heading back to Jet City. I have still not said anything to Carla about where we're going, and I’m pleased that she is not overly curious. It's her obedience that matters to me, and since saving her brother yesterday, Carla now worships the ground on which I step. As for me, after yesterday's shower incident, my resolve to keep all this to myself has been strengthened. I cannot share this meat with any other hunter in the wild. I do not want my sweet Carla to be tainted by anyone else, and I'll make sure everyone knows about it. She is so beautiful, yet so smart. Whenever I look into her face, my heart feels calm, and I know my trip to Sky City is worth it.The doctors say I can move her brother back with us, after he stabilizes. If I want to have all of Carla’s undivided attention, I need to have her focus on one place only, so I decide to make her brother join us. I’ll just kill two birds with one stone in that case. Thin
Don Angelo“Since they're already here, let's make sure they don't go back.” After saying this, I feel Carla go stiff in the seat because she thinks it's difficult to do what I want to. I guess I'll just have to show her then.The rascals in those vehicles are only about thirty, but they have the illusion that they can stop me from going home this evening. I don't believe anyone who wants to do this would do it with only twenty goons. More of them should be hiding somewhere or lying in wait for us to walk into a more foolproof ambush. More of them should be up ahead.Do they think I can't shoot or kill anyone because of Carla's presence? How wrong they are. I really miss all the fun and thrill of having a carefree shootout in Jet City. Even the police won't ask any questions unless someone reports such incidents. No one ever does, anyway. This place is quite secluded enough, and they think they can keep me here forever. The route to my house on the hill is quite scary to anyone wh
Don AngeloJet City is the capital of the country called Creep Heights. The name alone speaks volumes about how creepy the whole country is. Due to dangers like insecurity, the economic potentials of the country are not fully tapped just yet. Criminal syndicates, cartels, gangs, and corrupt politicians are the curses that won't allow the country to thrive. However, it is still better than most peaceful countries in the world. Aside from the huge technological advancements that have left other parts of the world behind, Creep Heights is also blessed with a lot of fertile land. The country grows its own crops - both legally and illegally—leading to very large exports that contribute to a chunk of the GDP. The numerous forest reserves also ensure that the country is usually cold most of the year. One such forest reserve is along the route to my house, and I am yet to add it to the vast possessions of the Hernandez clan. It was originally part of our land, but we lost it to a greedy p
Angelo “Angelo, you’re finally out. You haven’t taken anything the whole day. Should I get you something to eat?” Food? Tsk! Am I a kid?“Any news?” I can’t be bothered with Hattos treating me like a special needs child that he must take extra care of. I just lost my wife to my stupidity, so how can I stomach food right now? I don’t even know what state she’s in right now.“What is it? Are you talking, or do I need to beat the words out of your fucking mouth?” This idiot is looking at me as if I stole a candy from him. He might as well tell me, “I told you so.” That pitiful look of his doesn’t cut it for me at all.“Angelo, I believe Carla ran away disguised as a woman in her early thirties.” Hattos hands me a pen drive as he speaks. Slotting the device into my laptop, video footage begins to play from the company Carla visited earlier in the morning. Her interaction with the guard and everything else looks normal at a glance. However, before she leaves him for the washroom, the g
Angelo“My dearest Angelo, My time beside you was worth every minute, and I will cherish it for as long as I live. Despite everything you did and said, I know you love me more than you’re letting on. I have seen you cry in silence when you thought no one was watching. I saw the hurt in your eyes when you stared at your late father’s portrait like a zombie. I don’t believe for a minute that you don't love me. You have done too much for me to think otherwise. Henceforth, I set us free from this bondage. I know you cannot do it, so I chose to act for both of us. My love, live freely, and stop treating yourself as the greatest sinner alive. Angelo, I have never said this to you, but you are a good man, and I am glad our paths crossed-though it was quite brief.I will pray for you, Angelo. I will also try to find anything I can from my end. I do not believe my father is callous enough to betray his bosom friend, your father. If I can prove how honorable and trustworthy my father is, I
CarlaI don’t know what my facial expression looks like, but I’m glad my back is turned toward the guard. He would have seen how flustered I look right now. I spent a lot of time, effort, and planning to finally settle on this day. It’s a good thing Angelo had to pull the Alpha Team members back on a mission. It would have been disastrous for me to have Daisy around.Besides, my itinerary is only known to Angelo and me, so there can be no ambush this time. Why, then, is he coming here to pick me up personally? “Okay. I’ll be out soon.” I hold my tummy and hurry forward as if I’m in pain. I begin to open the cubicle doors one after the other. As soon as I spot a duffel bag on the water closet in one of the cubicles, I hurriedly change into my disguise. Even Don Angelo will have a hard time fishing me out in this. Six minutes. I used six whole minutes. Now, Don Angelo will be here in nine. I need to leave here before he arrives. I pick up my phone and send a text message to the guar
CarlaLast night was something else. We have been going on and on for so long that I did not have a wink of sleep till the sun came up. Everything only ended when I begged Angelo to allow me to sleep for a while. I made him understand that if I don’t sleep, I may just pass out beneath him. This time, Angelo listened and allowed me to finally get some shut-eye. If I were not to be with him the whole night, I would have believed that he took an aphrodisiac.I feel like a prisoner, trying to stomach something that should not taste good in my mouth in the first place. I am so worried about how everything would end for my brother and me, more so about how this ticking time bomb could just explode at any time. It’s been three weeks since the first night, and I have become a different person altogether. For the safety of Aldo, I am willing to bide my time beside Angelo, allowing him to fuck me in any way he pleases. After all, we are just fuck buddies now.However, for the child in my womb
AngeloThis whole scene reminds me of when we first got to Jet City. At the time, Carla was only my pet, and I fucked her however I wanted. What made me happy at the time was that I did not have to talk too much. She was always ready to open those legs and welcome me in. No matter the time, my bitch was always available. Now, she’s my wife, all because of that damn word called love. Why did I allow my emotions to get in the way? If not for those treacherous feelings, I wouldn’t be this worked up over what to do about her and Aldo. I just love her too much.A part of me wishes she would just be an ordinary person. I wish she were the daughter of a regular Joe. I won’t be feeling like a sinner in that case.A part of me also wanted to vindicate Clark Davidson. I wanted to believe he was innocent because his daughter is such a sweet soul. However, no matter where I look or how many times I double-check, I still get the same result.“Fuck!” Carla’s warm lips finally lead my cock into he
AngeloShe’s still preventing me from touching her. Now, my words don’t even mean anything to her anymore. Her lower lip is filled with bite marks from her own teeth. How can she bite herself when I clearly told her not to do it? Now, feeling those tits in my mouth is like I finally got a toy I have been pining for for ages. How can I let her go after taking such a sweet bite? To think she’s still shaking her head and telling me to stop.Carla should already know by now that I don’t start things I can’t finish. How am I to let her go when my groin is on fire for her? My mind is a mess right now, and my indecision is so unlike me. I can only hope to have a good fuck to clear my head.For the past four months, I have been living like a monk. I have a wife, but I hide to peek at her. I also have to suck it in whenever I am aroused. Now that she has disobeyed me without any consideration, I can only teach her a lesson so we both get on the same page. I still don’t know what to do about
CarlaAfter returning from Aldo’s place, I take a quick bath and put on some comfy home clothes. I have been told that Don Angelo would soon be home. Once he gets here, Lady Lana would give me a call. We both need to have a chat. Since he does not wish to see me anymore, it would be better for me to take a step back and get out of his life. It’s the least I can do. That way, I won’t be an eyesore for him anymore. I doubt Don Angelo would say no to this proposal. [Ring!][Ring!!][Ring!!!]“Hello, Lady Lana,”Great! Lady Lana is calling me. I bet Don Angelo is back. Just as I predicted, she confirms Don Angelo’s arrival. She even informs me that I will meet him in his study. I quickly put on my shoes and rushed toward the place. I need to hurry there before he leaves the mansion unannounced. It’s been a long time since I last came here. Well, that doesn’t matter. It’s not like any of the guards would dare to stop me from going up the stairs. Even though he may be regretting it n
AngeloHattos leaves after relaying his message. I know he’s waiting in the car, and I need to get some important documents and head out. I walk toward the door with a few confidential files in my hand, only to notice Carla still lying dazedly on the floor. Is it the knowledge of her father’s treachery that got her so worked up, or did my disagreement with her idea of divorce make her look like a ghost?Without a second thought, I drag her to her feet and out through the door. “Let go of me, Angelo. I’m not going anywhere with you.” My hands resting on her elbow tighten at those words, and I pause in my steps. Carla has no room to negotiate with me, but she’s struggling to free herself from my grip as if this is up for discussion. I guess a little reminder about her situation would help.“Now, you listen and listen good. I don’t give a damn about what you want to do or not. From this moment on, you breathe when I tell you to and not a moment later. Do I make myself clear?”There she
Angelo What the heck! Did I just hear wrongly or what?As if I would hear her better if she stepped into the room, Carla walks in leisurely. It’s just like she’s taking a stroll in the park.“Carla…” Hattos calls out to her in a pleading voice that is barely above a whisper. Hmmph! He’s trying to warn her, but the young lady just grew some wings. She is even staring me down.“How much of our discussion did you hear?” What she heard would determine my next course of action. My blood is running wildly as I await her words, but I want to hear them all the same. “Oh, enough. I heard enough to make me realize that there is no future for us. In your own words, there is no happily ever after between us, right?” Fuck!She heard everything. Carla heard every damn thing. How come I did not pick up any signal about her presence? I guess I must have been too agitated just now. “Let’s get a divorce, Angelo. No need to further each other anymore.” She’s repeating the words as if I did not hear