GIULIAI stood in front of him with brows raised in questioning. Mark summoned me a few minutes ago because he had something he wanted to tell me. I pretended not to perceive why he asked for me. It wasn't difficult to know why when the bulge in his trousers was as clear as the day. The horny man could only want one thing from me: SEX.Folding my arms, I knitted my brows at him. “So?”He sat back on his bed, leaning on it like a king resting on his throne. “You must realize why I called you here, don't you?” He smiled, his eyes getting dark as they wandered over my body.Had I not been putting on pants and a shirt, I would have thought I was dressed lewdly with the way his eyes hotly looked at me.“You want to have sex?” I blurted out, seeing no reason to be embarrassed about that.“Not only sex, Giulia. I'm craving rough sex.” He smirked when he saw my expression. “You have been with me once, so don't pretend you don't know what I'm talking about.”“But—”“You promised, didn't you? A
MARKOOPS!I blinked at Giulia, trying to remember where and when I'd mentioned that name.JUNE...Or was it another June? I didn't know anyone in the street or city bearing that name. The June I knew was in Seattle, probably pregnant with a second kid. Or maybe a third, because it had been some long depressing years since I last saw her."Who is she?" Giulia repeated. The bitch wasn't backing out. Why did women always spoil a good nut with baseless questions? She just gave me one of the best blows I might ever receive in my lifetime and now decided to completely shatter my mood.I looked at my shrinking cock resting flaccidly against my lap with a fountain of cum gathering at the tip. Giulia's gaze followed mine."Are you even listening to me?" she asked in astonishment when it seemed the answer she wanted wasn't on my cock."Giulia, I heard you. I was just thinking of the name and where you must have heard it?"She slowly lifted herself to a standing position and stood akimbo."Are
GIULIAJune...That name plagued my days. I couldn't shake off the thought that there was more to the name than what Mark claimed. Though I tried to shrug it off as nothing, I couldn't help the feeling I got whenever I thought of her. June. Who the hell was the woman?“Hello.”I almost jumped out of my skin at the call, my heart ramming hard against my ribcage as I placed my hand on my chest to calm my racing breath. “Were you startled?” Kenzo chuckled, stepping out. “I assumed you heard me,” he explained when I shot a glare his way. "Didn't you see me approaching?" “Saw you? Why did you think I saw you when I was busy with work?” I folded my arms, still glaring at the man who took the wrong time to appear. Kenzo was dressed for work in a white suit tailored for him and black sunglasses he had hanging from the front pocket of his suit. He had his hair slicked back, the black curls making it more stylish. “Like what you see?” He teased, his eyes sparkling. “As if,” I scoffed, pu
MARKShe looked happy.Getting her a phone jumped into my mind at the last minute at the store. And, well, it would be in my favour, because it would be easier to get across to her from any location around the world.As long as she loved it, I was okay. It was one of the latest models the store attendant said they had, and it took some moments for me to appreciate the beauty.Well...I stood before the mirror in my room and exhaled. I looked a little stressed, but nothing a warm bath and rest couldn't handle. I took off my black Zara hoodie and flexed my biceps, noting how sweaty I was.My shower was quick and calming. But I wasn't at rest.Kenzo should have gotten across to me by now. He should have. I didn't envisage any form of threat, hence the reason I sent him out alone. What could go wrong in a club when all he was sent to do was ask questions?Tension prickled the back of my neck.Not a good sign.I picked up my phone and squinted at the screen. It took some seconds for my eye
GIULIAI paced the sitting room, occasionally looking out through the window whenever I heard sounds. It had been close to an hour since Mark left, and 30 minutes since 10 of his men drove off, but there had been no sign of them.I realized there was something wrong when I saw Mark hastening to his car an hour ago. His expression said it all. I couldn't help the fear I felt at the thought of anything happening to Kenzo, because I perceived he was the only one who could make Mark look so worried. I sat down on the couch, placing my hand under my jaw as my gaze went to the TV. I was nervous and trying to quell it by telling myself everything would be better. But deep down, I felt like that wasn't the case. My heart hammered against my ribcage, my throat dry. I stood up from the couch and started pacing once more. My gaze wandered to the clock on the wall, and I wondered how long I would have to wait until their return.This was the first time I'd been worried about someone and the fee
MARKBlood was everywhere: on my hands, on my shirt, and smeared against the walls beside me. The metallic smell of blood was strong in the air, and unlike what one would expect, it didn't repulse me.No, it didn't. There was a certain thrill that came with the possession and wielding of guns pointed at shooting targets, as I loved to call them.Just like the three men in pools of blood around me with bullets lodged deep into their guts.And just like Mateo who'd become a mass of cold flesh anytime soon.I was used to the bloodlust and madness. Whenever it came, an idiot was always ready to present himself or herself as a scapegoat."For the last time, Mateo, what the fuck—""I will speak!" he blurted out so fast I knitted my brows in suspicion.The cold metal of the gun pointed at him pressed against my palm, sending shivers down my spine. As I gripped the weapon, a surge of adrenaline coursed through my veins, creating a cocktail of thrill and anticipation. The rhythmic pounding of
GIULIA“What happened?” My gaze returned to Kenzo, who was barely conscious. “Didn't the guard tell me that everything was okay?”He sighed. “I need to rest now, Guilia. Let's talk in the morning,” he said, looking like he didn't want to pursue the matter. I frowned, wondering why he was brushing me off as if my worries weren't necessary. He was acting as if I were just a housemaid who had no business knowing anything about him. “Mark, what happened?” I asked again, this time with my face set in a grim line. I folded my arms. “We will talk in the morning,” he repeated. “I need to stretch out.”“Rest? What the fucking hell is wrong with you? Why are you treating me like this, Mark?! I'm your—whatever. Kenzo is my friend! I deserve to know what's happening to him!” I raised my voice, my eyes narrowed to slits. His face morphed into a frown, his face darkening with rage as he glared at me. I'd never seen him as furious as he looked at the moment. “You are nothing but a fuck buddy to
MARKNo internal bleeding. No complications. Just weakness from loss of blood, and fatigue.That was a relief. A huge one. Initially, I thought they'd ask to admit him till the weekend or even till the following week, but the doctor said he just needed rest and lots of food.There was a neat bandage around his head. More bandages around his chest and abdomen. And more around his biceps.So much white tied around him that he almost looked like a mummified Egyptian god. By the time some men came to assist me in taking Kenzo home, it was past midnight.What a day. It was always funny how we pushed programs into our day only to have the schedule completely changed due to an unexpected circumstance.I never thought of coming to a hospital today. Hell, I hate the antiseptic smell of the building. Why did hospitals always smell like sickness and death? Couldn't they change the atmosphere a little? You know, maybe play some music or organize something productive for the patients that didn't