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As soon as alcohol comes into contact with my mouth, I know I'm not quite ready for this.The Disco with music from the eighties that George threw as an excuse, quickly becomes a reason to go out to Google Maps for information about it. We had to swap phones to keep in touch and hold the same lie for the sake of the three of us. While I'm not part of the couple of friends, I get involved soon. The Madrid disco is called "Blue Ocean" and is a pass. Far are my chances of hitting my unreachable wishes every weekend so my night culture is not very frequent, besides that I also do not like this much of going out to dance. However, there are details of the place that make it interesting, it is not of high society, of those lobbies to which black Hamilton and Emmett Mendes usually go, but that this seems rather an under, Urban bar, with first floor where the crazy party is and a subsoil with sets of armchairs to come to flirt without the noise from above. I haven't come to flirt, but I've
Mafia's Son Chapter 15
"That right hand was fucking dead," Emmett tells me as he hugged me from behind and take me upstairs while Mrs. Piernotas stands on her side crying."You owe me the drink! She deserved it!""I think you don't get used to alcohol and maybe that third drink should never have existed.""But...let go of that...I want to keep drinking it!""Don't worry, you'll get a coffee as soon as we get out of here." Emmett says. "I don't want coffee, I want my gin and tonic!""Of course, beautiful, you'll have your gin and tonic as soon as we're out of this pub where everyone's watching us like they're ready to rip our heads off." "What?""Take her away from this pub, and she will not be able to return." Warns the security guard. But Emmett pulls out some bills and puts them in my pocket without letting go of me as if it were a dog that must be tied up by potential dangers. "She'll be back when she likes, okay?" The guard looks at the bills and nods. "Don't give him money! I do what I want" "Of c
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"Think about it," Emmett tells me, " for tonight, you can think about it.""I think that one is a pass." I let out a laugh. He starts the car. I think that my state of crying to laughter has become a little alarming, and I reiterate that it is not by going drunk since I would need more alcohol for that, with two drinks I can not miss the session, although I do dis inhibit a little the bronzes that I have been enduring for some time. "Well, where's the grace?" He tells me with one hand on the steering wheel and the other with his elbow resting on the glass lowered from the window while driving.I turn to him and get a thousand whores to see his wide arm marking through the turquoise fabric of his shirt that looks amazing. The first buttons of the neck are detached to the middle of their protruding pectorals. It is the first time in the night that I take the dare to look at him in this way since before I could only pay attention to how cute Black had come with a white shirt. Which of
Mafia's Son Chapter 17
"Come on, sweetie. Get up, let's go to class. I'll go with you.""Dad, just one more minute.""No, no, no. You'll be late and you know how important your studies are, come on.""Uffff.""We put a lot of effort into getting you to that school. Come on, let's go." Dad has a point.Dad is absolutely right: I see him go to work every day before he leaves home to get to classes. When he doesn't work overtime, he accompanies me to arrive. And I am also aware that the fee is large compared to family expenses so that the agreement with the universities will allow me to access the scholarship system at some point. After taking a shower, having breakfast and leaving, we go on our way to take the bus. And for some reason, I can't get a recent fact out of my head. In this institution we are educated to be entrepreneurs, dream big and put together life projects that are viable. Therefore, some subjects such as financial education or entrepreneurship do not have other institutional educational sy
Mafia's Son Chapter 18
The delicious perfume of Paco Rabanne enters through my nose, taking me out of the dream in which I am melted.Suddenly dad disappears, the school disappears, my old classmates and teachers are gone. But there is still something and it is me, although not in the same way. I've changed. I'm sure of it even before I open my eyes and feel a contracture in my chest.I bring my hands to this site as I try to open my eyes, remembering that the belt clung to my collarbone and the airbag stopped me before passing long through the front glass of the car rented by Emmett Mendes. However, it is a hand over my left cheek that convinces me that it is time to open my eyes. Because, I know whose it is. "Hey."Black's voice reaches me and gets stuck in my heart. I open my eyes and do not distinguish at all where lightning I am now. I blink several times in search of waking up or distinguishing whether it will be another dream. It's not.I'm on a huge bed, in a room lit by a nightstand on a bedside
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The instant Black Hamilton's mouth closes on mine, I know I'm lost. Hopelessly hung by him.I try to pull myself back on the bed, finding only the padded backrest, pillows and its firm weight surrounding me.The reasonable version of myself tells me over and over again that this could be a very serious mistake, that it is not the person that suits me, that it is dangerous for my own feelings, my occupational health and myself. I remember Mom's words. Don't let him or any man hurt me. And here I am, having been exposed to a feasible accident of the worst guilt of the person who has now caught me in his kisses. "Black..." I mutter between hot gasps as his mouth surrounds mine. His lips go down to my chin and I feel the roughness of his incipient beard touching me and generating an electric sensation in the nerve endings that connect my senses. "This... No... it's not right." My breath flutters even more as his kisses slide down to my neck, down to the curve of my shoulder. I am compl
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I'm ready.I'm ready.AM I READY?Oh, but what does it mean to be ready? My interior I think that releases a scream when Black's eyes darkened by his lasciviousness approach my face and communicate the news along with his veracity that cries out aloud because in today's day I give him something that will remain only for him and no one else. As I examine his body, his pecs firm as rocks, his legs trying to get rid of his pants and his hard penis asserting itself against my waist. "What do you think, beautiful?" He insists before my silence and my deeply agitated breath. I slide my hands through the muscles of his waist, fervently attracting me to his firmness and the way the sun begins to bathe this man's body in the middle of Dawn. He is beautiful, powerful and a millionaire, but in the same way that these qualities define him, he is also a jerk, an extremely possessive and authoritarian man.I don't want my virginity left in the hands of a person who will take it as a trophy. "Bl
Mafia's Son Chapter 21
Narrated by Black HamiltonSports book. They were always my thing.I had talent in cards, a good eye to know when roulette would fail and at what point a novice idiot for the game would go wrong. But also regarding the times when it was appropriate to make him win so that he does not give up soon and encourages to increase his bet. Deducing each of his plays was a matter of tactics, what were the number series he voluntarily or involuntarily preferred and at what times it was appropriate to put a pinch of pressure with some flattery of the style " wow, you're good, no one had ever had me on the ropes so soon"; all part of my strategy to then corner him and take ten times more than I had wanted to bet at first. The problem came when the same ones always began to locate me and evade me, everyone who had encouraged to make a play with me now evaded me not only because he had debts with me but because he feared losing everything. And of course...that when playing alone, it is no longer
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