Lucas strode back into the building with his armed men, unsure of what to expect. But he was certain he’d find the De Carlo family still there. His suspicion was confirmed. After searching the entire area, he found the De Carlo family in a secluded area. But they had someone else with them; Rami Al-Haziz.Lucas approached them, keeping his composure intact, even though his voice was laced with anger. “Explain this madness.”Luna smirked, but it was Sheikh Hassan who spoke first and Lucas could hear regret in his voice. "Mr. Benetti, I understand your frustration, but this was a necessary action.""Necessary?" Lucas repeated in disbelief. "Two people are dead. Surely there was some other way to have gone about this."Luna’s eyes gleamed, as though she was excited by it all. “Oh Luc, darling, those two men were traitors. Insiders feeding information to our competitors.”Lucas stared down at her, trying his hardest to hide his disgust. Luna continued, “You’re a businessman and you’re l
“You have no idea what you’re asking for,” he murmured, staring into her soul, his breath warm against her skin. “I do.” Lucas had heard enough. With his strong right hand still grabbing onto her neck, he pulled her in and they locked lips. With each hot breath, the kiss grew deeper, fiercer, hotter. Claire still had her hand on his dick, massaging it slowly as they sucked each other’s faces. Now holding her firmly by her already messy hair, Lucas broke the kiss. He yanked her hair backwards, causing her to look up at him. She stared up at his dark eyes, and all she saw in them were passion and aggressive dominance. It made Claire a bit scared, but just enough to get her all wet. Her clit throbbed in anticipation, as if it could see outside the juicy fountain her pussy had come to be. He spoke, and his voice, a low, rumbling sound of passion, made her even more aroused. “I will show you your place around here. Tonight, you will learn that you belong to me, and will on
“You can’t get very far Sara!” The man chasing her screamed. Sara just kept running without looking back, like her life depended on it. It did. “Don’t make me shoot at you!” Sara ignored once more and kept running as the rain came down in torrents. Soon, she approached a dark alleyway which she immediately ran into, hoping to hide away from the keen hitman, or - dare she hope - completely neutralize him. She quickly buried herself behind some garbage bags and ceased all movements and sounds of any kind; except her hands which quivered uncontrollably. She clutched tightly to the necklace around her neck and prayed to every god there was and had ever been. The necklace she wore was what the hitman was sent to retrieve; the Heart of The Ocean necklace, worth 20 million dollars. The very same necklace worn by Kate Winslet in the blockbuster movie ‘Titanic’. Sara’s husband had purchased it at an auction for her for their second wedding anniversary. Apparently, he had al
As she exited the set, the evening air of Los Angeles, USA, felt cooler, so she tightened her coat over herself. Claire was stunning, with long, glossy dark hair framing a face of sculpted beauty. Her deep green eyes were mesmerizing, her full lips expressive. Her flawless skin and elegantly curvy figure spelt confidence and grace. Every movement was fluid, every glance captivating. The streets were quieter than usual, with only a few people and the occasional car passing by. Claire's thoughts returned to the director's statements, trying to wrap her head around them. Just as she turned a corner, a sleek black Rolls Royce came up beside her, its shiny surface shining in the streetlights. Right on cue. The back window rolled down smoothly, revealing the same hefty man she had seen earlier on set. His shiny sunglasses reflected the light, hiding his eyes but not his intentions. "Miss Claire," he said in a deep, calm voice. "Would you mind getting in? We have something for yo
But her response was in contrast to her thoughts. “Not like I had much of a choice,” she said, trying her hardest to hide the noticeable rudeness in her voice. “I sincerely apologize for my unusual method of approach. It just had to be this way.” He spoke in a manner that hit Claire in all the right places, and in a moment, he was standing directly in front of her. Claire was drenched. “That’s… that’s okay,” she said, much softer than she wanted, but still managing to keep her composure. “I’m Lucas. Lucas Benetti,” he said stretching his hand to hold hers. “Nice to meet you Mr Benetti,” she responded, gulping inaudibly and returning the handshake. “Please, Lucas is fine,” he corrected, with a subtle smile, as he walked back to the other side of the table. “I just want to know what I’m doing here,” Claire said, still unsteady. “I’m sure you do, we’ll get to that right away. Please, have a seat,” he said, gesturing to the chair on the opposite side. When they were s
“…You’re perfect. That’s why.” Claire blushed with unexpected warmth as her eyes widened in astonishment. Her heart was pounding, and she was having trouble speaking. Finally, she managed a small, shaky smile, her fingers nervously fidgeting with the edge of her seat. "I need some time to think about it," she said as he walked back to take his seat. “Take all the time you need, though it’s limited. The event is a month away, and I’ll need your response in a week or less, so we can either begin your training or I find an alternative. I genuinely thank you for your time, please accept this little token as a sign of appreciation.” As he said this, Big John came over to the table and handed the briefcase to Claire, who received it hesitantly, half expecting a bomb to go off. “You never know.” “How do I get to you when I’ve made my decision?” Claire asked as soon as the question came to her mind. “You don’t,” Lucas replied with a sinister smirk. “That’s all for now.” He ge
The briefcase popped open, revealing stacks of neatly bundled cash. Claire gasped, her eyes widening in disbelief. She reached out and touched the money, half expecting it to vanish like a mirage. But it was all real. There had to be about hundred thousand dollars in cash in there.“Just for a meeting?” She thought to herself, still in shock.Tears of relief filled her eyes as she realized her immediate financial problems were solved. She quickly counted out enough bills to pay Mr. Jacobs , still expecting to wake up from a dream or something. Then she put the rest back into the briefcase. As she closed the lid, her phone buzzed on the bedside table, confirming the present reality. It was a text from the director, Craig.It simply read, “Last day of shooting. You’re late.”“Shit,” Claire muttered under her breath, her heart racing still, following the newfound sense of relief. She quickly got dressed, grabbed her bag, and tucked the briefcase back into the closet. Conflicted though
"Claire," Anton whispered, his voice husky, "are you sure about this? About everything?" She could see the worry in his eyes, but also a deeper longing. "I am," she replied, her voice barely audible. "I have never been more sure about anything." That served as the final confirmation needed. Anton closed the space between them, his fingers gently brushing her cheek before pulling her into a tender, lingering kiss. Soon, the kiss deepened, becoming more intense as years of pent-up tension flooded out. Anton pulled away suddenly, his breath heavy and eyes locked with hers. “Ant,” Claire said in a quivering voice, unsure of what he was about to do. Slowly, Anton began taking off his shirt, his eyes never leaving hers. Claire's heart pounded in her chest as she watched. As the fabric slipped away, it revealed a carved torso, every muscle defined and firm under the dim light. His skin was smooth and bronzed from the sun, and a faint trail of hair ran down his chest to the waistlin