Mafioso In Darkness

He drove full of rage, hatred and lack of control. A dangerous combination that raged inside him. The thirst for revenge against that cursed man intensified; His breathing became increasingly labored as he approached the agreed upon location, and the adrenaline was released, triggering a deranged desire, a terrible desire to finish off Luca with a single shot.The wolf would blow his brains out with one shot. No one ordered her to interfere in his affairs. He had Luna under her control, and he wanted her for himself, as her father had asked him to.Not in the hands of the enemy, in this case, the head of the Italian mafia.The girl was his, and tonight he would rescue her."I have arrived, if I have everything under control I don't want them to intervene, understand? Over," he spoke through the communicator."Understood, boss. Over.""I'll get out of the car, K71, change and get out," he warned.He dug the tires into the asphalt. Darkness reigned violently as he turned off the converti

PresentI don't have time to reply. I feel the sting on my arm, again, almost instantly I begin to border on unconsciousness and finally I go into a deep darkness. The last thing I saw was his evil look and the hint of victory on his cyanide lips....I wake up abruptly, jumping immediately, because a bucket of icy water has been suddenly thrown at me. The cause is that damned Russian who won't stop shouting at the top of his lungs. I barely manage to find myself in a bathroom, not just any, this place is luxury everywhere. There is no longer a trace of that old room he was in. I'm naked, it's humiliating to be like this, exposed to the unfortunate... Aleksander? I think that's his name.I don't know if it's been a long time since the shadows of a forced dream caught me. The only thing I know about is damn torture on the part of my captor.“Enough! Why are you doing this to me?! “I blurt out trembling, I'm afraid I'll get hypothermia, although at this point nothing could be worse than

A week in which I have not seen his eyes again, seven days of apparent tranquility, have been one hundred and sixty”eight hours that the absence of the wolf has left me with a growing sense of suspense.That's why whenever someone arrives, I fear it might be him. Relief washes over me every time he doesn't turn out to be that man. I've been in the room not knowing what to do, so I start to remember my quiet life in New York City, the moments with my father and Elena; and Grace's antics, which cause so much headache.I think that remembering familiar moments makes me forget that I am here, and there always comes that point when the opposite effect happens. I am aware of how much I miss them, how much I miss them.I need a hug from dad, a kiss on mom's cheek, also the mischievous smiles from my little sister. All of this tightens my chest, it's nostalgia, it's melancholy, it's a feeling that dominates every part of me.Veronika enters, the maid, she is also taciturn, at least with me she

POV. Alexander“Viktor, where the hell were you? “I want to know, without anger in the middle. I'm just worried that one of my men won't have enough courage to tell the truth.I called him a while ago, and he told me that he was in Red Square. Since he had tied up the loose end, I saw no reason for him to wander over there.The robust man's eyes go to the ceiling, I know that it is a woman, a reason that puts anyone in danger if everything revolves around a female who can ruin our plans."With Mariola," he admits.It leaves me surprised.The Ferretis are our opponents, they have properties in this country, I know firsthand that they will be in Russia for a while. What I don't like is that they have intentions of taking over territory that belongs to us.Curse.“The Ferreti daughter? “I question, not being able to believe that she is dating a minor, the firstborn of the enemy. She didn't expect anything less from you, do you know that girl can be a snitch? Don't get into trouble with th

The night has fallen, its poisonous perversity injected into my battered soul, again. There was no subtlety, there was no compassion. My prayers were extinguished with the violence of his lips moving fiercely. The same appropriate chapter of evil, the same story in which I was used and thrown away after the act.No one can get used to mistreatment like that, and I have no choice but to resign myself to his brutality.Repulsion catches me every time his hands touch me and takes over my body. And I look at him there, indifferent, so contemptuous that I think he is from another world. He has no heart. Aleksander zips up his pants, then finishes buttoning his white shirt. I follow each of his movements curled up in a ball on the bed.The intensity of its grayish greens preserves the lasciviousness, that malicious shine that I generate in it."As always, it has been a pleasure to own you, Miss Luna Miller," he comments mockingly.If I could just get up and give him what he deserves, but he