Lucinda “Hahahahahah! You're good. I'll give you that. You even prepared a backup plan with your right-hand man in the center of it. You're smarter than I expected.” Who does this man think he is? He's my captive, yet he still has a mouth to talk so haughtily. [Pa!!!] Dexter lands a violent blow to the masked man’s mouth before he can say anything else. This sends the man falling onto the floor and writhing in pain. Blood fills the ground, but Dexter doesn't care, as he continues to land punch after punch on his face. I am tempted to make Dexter stop the assault on this man, but I know he needs to vent his frustration. Even I had my heart in my mouth just now. Things would not have been this easy if they were to succeed in capturing me.As I stare at Dexter's furious back, I am taken aback to realize that I am seeing the image of the boy who saved me at the lake during that winter season. He is the reason I am alive today, but even Dexter does not know the story. No. It can nev
Carla“Hey, Carla, I need to step out for a few minutes. Take note, and don't drink anything that is not from this bottle.”Ashton points towards a lone bottle on the table as he whispers into my ear. I can only nod and watch him leave the room. I see more people toasting to me as a form of welcome into the agency. Most of them are faces I have seen on TV since I arrived in Jet City. I don't know what's in the bottle, but Daisy keeps pouring small portions into my cup whenever someone wants to make a toast to me. I am sure it's specially filled with non-alcoholic wine, since it doesn't taste like liquor. What else can it be when I have already taken about three glasses and still feel perfectly okay? I don't feel the slightest bit tipsy.Tsk! These people would think I have a high tolerance for alcohol, not knowing that a single glass could easily knock me out on a regular day. Well, I can't blame them. The bottle has fifteen percent alcohol boldly pasted on it. Who would have thou
Carla“Ouch!”Why does my head hurt so much? It feels like someone wants to split my head open. Ouch! Where am I? Where's everyone? And why is everything so dark and… Wait! I’ve been kidnapped. I remember excusing myself to the washroom, only to see a bulky man in black standing behind me.He… He rushed over and placed something on my nose, and I blacked out while struggling in his arms. I’ve been kidnapped. But why? I have not provoked anyone since I came to Jet City. Why am I here?“Boss, she's awake!” I hear a foreign voice near me.Who's speaking? What are they going to do to me? The whole place smells of rusted iron and booze. The stench is so nauseating!Why would they tie my hands and legs and still cover my head with a blindfold? Are they so scared of me finding out where we are? “Finally! She has kept me waiting for too long.” Another person with a deep and commanding voice walks into the room. He’s not alone, because I hear numerous footsteps approaching. What are they tr
Carla“No! No! No! No! I’m sorry! Please! I'm sorry! I didn't mean it. Please, don't hit me anymore. It was a mistake...” I beg the monster as if my life depends on it. In actual fact, I know my life depends on it. I don't know why things happened so fast, but I just hope this man won't hit me again. I can't take it anymore. Everyone else is quiet, and the place is plunged into pin-drop silence. This silence allowed me to hear the distant sound of vehicles. I'm supposed to be happy there's a way out of here; however, I suddenly realize how futile my escape attempts would be. The only thing that can keep me alive is to make these men as calm as possible. I need to buy time for Don Angelo to save me. I know he will come. Daisy and Cherry should have noticed my absence by now. I don't know how long I’ve been here, but no one takes this long to pee, right?The task of making everyone calm is also more impossible than me leaving here in one piece. The scar-faced man is scowling in my f
Tamara Caprio“Hello, Don.” Looking at the man before me, all I think about is bowing down to him. He just looks so damn scary. Even Father does not have this kind of murderous air around him. How many lives has he claimed to have such an air around him? Well, no matter how scared I am, he has already agreed to help me, and nothing will stop me now. No matter what he wants, I’ll gladly offer it to him. After all, his plans are already underway, and everything is going as planned.This man right here has already killed countless people, and Lucinda is just going to be a number. I guess she doesn't even qualify to be counted among his kills. It's my luck to have such a person on my side, after all. “Young lady, what brings you here?” He speaks to me in such a distant tone that I am taken aback. Has Lucinda gotten to him already? Did she offer him something better? No. It can't be. She doesn't even know what is happening. The reality would hit her like a storm. “Don Zealot, you soun
Don Zealot “As we all know, Fourth Brother is already working with the police, which is why they have so much information about us.” I don't need to remind them, as all of my sworn brothers know about this already. I only need to make them understand why he deserves what’s coming for him. How else would I make them angry enough for my next course of action? He has betrayed the brotherhood, and he will fall under the gun. This mission, as we all know, is supposed to be his last. Whatever happens, I hope no one holds it against the other.”I can see my fifth brother still doesn't believe that every leak has been because of the fourth brother. It’s not about whether the fifth brother believes it or not. It’s the weight of his betrayal that matters.“But what did the police promise him? Is it because of his missing sister? Could that be the reason he's helping them? The fourth brother I know cannot betray us for no reason.” You won't spoil my plans, Fifth. You have made your choice, and
Don Angelo“Angelo, we got something from the Caprios.” I don't understand why Hattos is being this giddy while rushing into my office, but I can guess why. I just hope his assumption is not right. He seems to rejoice whenever I have a special problem with the Caprios.If I didn't know better, I would say he rejoices in my plight. Maybe he truly does. The hidden smile on his face is unmistakable. “What's in it?” I am surprised the seal is still on the envelope. What he's holding is an envelope bearing the seal of the Caprio Don. Only the leader of the Caprio clan can have access to it, and this only means that the letter, or whatever is in there, is coming from Lucinda Caprio. I wonder what she wants this time around. Just hope it’s not what I’m thinking.“Angelo, it's a proposal!” What the heck! Why would she send a proposal after everything I already told them? Wait! Is this Lucinda girl fucking kidding me? Is she after my blood? “What sort of proposal is it?” I need to know befo
Carla“Aaaahhh!!” It hurts! It hurts like hell. “Aaahhhh!!!! Please, stop! It hurts…” My whole body is on fire. They… They… They're emptying bottles of vodka all over my body. I know they just want to see me beg for mercy, and I’ll give them just that. The pain is too much! What did I do to deserve this kind of treatment? Whom did I offend? “Sweetheart, what you're feeling is no pain at all. The real deal is yet to come, okay? So, hang in there and don't disappoint me. I have so much in store for you.” That voice again… Even though she slapped me hard across the face, I am almost numb to the pain. However, I don't know why I can't remember the face behind the voice.“Aaaaahhhhh!!! Aaaaahhhhh!!! It hurts! Aaaaahhhh! It's burning my body… Please…. Aaaahhhh!!!!”Mmmmhhmmm! Why are they pouring more on me? My whole body is already drenched in vodka. Why… Why won't they just stop? “Please, make it go away. Please…” Even though I'm pleading with tears in my eyes, no one cares. The vodka
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