The air droop heavy with despair as my hands rhythmically apply chest compressions to Clarisse's lifeless body. The room is loaded with an eerie silence, broken only by the sound of desperate breaths escaping my lips. I have given everything I have, pouring every ounce of strength into trying to breathe life back into Clarisse when suddenly, something shifts within me. A dreadful realization washes over me, casting a dark shadow upon my trembling heart. I glance at Clarisse's face, her vacant eyes, searching for a glimmer of hope that I know deep down had faded away. It is in this very moment that time seems to stand still for me and a chill crawl up my spine, a heaviness settling in my chest. The room around me becoming a mere backdrop to the overwhelming grief that consume my entire being. The world continue its chaotic dance, yet I feel completely detached from it all and with a shaking hand, I gently press my fingers against Clarisse's motionless wrist. No pulse. No warmth. Only a
Rather than attempt to keep my burning need for her under control like I know I should or at least to a middle-of-the-roader, I submit myself to it, rather encourage it to be be completely truthful. There is slight gentleness to none left in the kiss we share, but a clear discretion to conquer. My lips press hard against Mia's.My internal struggle, whether to turn her around and fuck her hard, force myself to be gentle with her or push her away is utterly hopeless.I walk her towards the bedroom wall drawing power from her quick and ineffective breaths that clearly indicates how much she wants this. Wants me! I slightly push her away from me, needing to look at her. To make sure she wants this, we stare at one another, both of us taking deep, erratic breaths. Where onetime there was remoteness there is now pain. I yank her from the wall and press her backwards onto the bed before I come out and tear the straps of her shirt, revealing her perfect breasts. She slightly move a way fro
As the soft dawn hues brush against the horizon, I find myself drawn to the kitchen, seeking solace in the familiar routine of making coffee. The previous night has been filled with turmoil, grief, and unexpected moments of connection, leaving me yearning for a moment of calm amidst the storm. As I enter the kitchen, a gentle hush settle over the house, permeating the air with a serenity that seems to hug me in its embrace. I glance around the spotless space, as if the remnants of the chaos from the previous night have been meticulously tidied away or never happened. Achille, the steadfast and caring presence in my life, has made sure that everything is in order before he departed. Job well done. A faint smile curve on my lips as I prepare the coffee, the rich aroma soon filling the kitchen. The rhythmic sounds of the brewing process echoe in the stillness, a gentle symphony that complement the emerging sunlight that starts to flood the room and just as I finish pouring the coffee int
"Update me on the progress of the I 600-A forms." I repeat myself once more, for the second time today, but this time I drag my eyes away from the numbers scribbled on the neatly stacked documents on the table in front of me to closely watch Elena, who was seated to the left side of me as she always was, sat rumbling through the mess of papers in front of her, that seem to be scattered all over the table. Elena has never been this unfocused or unorganized in all of the 22 years that I have known her, infact I have never before met a woman that has taken so much pride in her work. This was a first for me to have asked her the same question twice and that two times in a row, something seemed off, but this wasn't the time to get into the personal life of the Head of Social Services in Italy. "I have five 'projects' that have to be dealt with by the end of the day." I nudge on the woman I felt so appreciative off of giving me my brother 22 years ago when my parents decided to adopt. I mi
"So listen..." Liliana dips her thumb onto the button next to the passengers seat, unlocking the latch connected to the belt that is supposed to keep her save. "Dinner was nice and I am really glad that your mother invited me, but I can see that we..." She points her forefinger at me and then back at her before continuing. "...will never work. So how about we stop bullshitting each other with make-believe chit-chat and get our fuck on?" She ram her hand on top of my pants, rubbing and stroking hard on my length. My body reacted immediately, but my mind needed a second or three to come to terms with what just happened. Could this be the same innocent-looking kindergarten teacher that sat next to me during a three hour dinner at my mother's house? Who was I kidding, I didn't care. I smirk pushing the thoughts aside, my dick wasn't complaining."If you go on any further, I will fuck you good into the morning hours. There will be no breaks, no tenderness and no love." I grab her arm, bring
The whole ride to the Casa Resort and Casino was a screaming match between me and Achille. Cursed words and accusations were thrown between the two of us, blame and explanations were thrown out the window. I watched as Madelaine’s body moved across the backseat while Achille drove like a maniac. The bleeding had stopped and there didn’t seem to be any permanent damage although she might wake up with one hell of a headache, either from the blow to her head or caused by me and my brother’s overbearing voices.For the first time, I was glad that the Hotel and Casino weren’t open for business yet. It gave us the perfect location to hide. What would have been better than an empty hotel where no one can hear us or suspect anything? We were able to move freely, speak freely not to mention hiding the unconscious body of an innocent child, freely. It is also the first time I have the opportunity to see the hotel for myself. I have seen pictures, but it didn’t do the place any justice. A large
“Come on, brother.” I wake Achille just as his head falls to the side. He lost a lot of blood. I pull up the hand break causing the car to slightly glide sideward before coming to a complete halt on the tar. The location was perfect, there was nothing insight for miles. Miles of open field surrounded the forgotten landing streak. “Let’s go.” The doors of the car unlock automatically when I pull the handle to open my door. Gian and two of his men stood ready waiting for our arrival, but came running towards us the moment I climbed out and rounded the car towards the passenger’s side. They knew something was wrong. “Get the girls.” Gian ordered his men after assessing the car’s occupants and before lifting Achille’s other arm into the air and let it drape over his shoulder on the opposite side of where I was doing the same. We mostly carried him like that, his feet dragging more than often as he couldn’t keep up. “Let Stefano know to come get the car.” Gian orders Donato when we softly
The house was quiet today and I could put all my energy into my work. Never before have had I encountered so much restraint in my work than in the last four days, but since the night Mia erupted like a volcano unable to stop the liquid from boiling up she mostly tried to avoid me, which was a hard task, reason being that we were cooped up in the same house. So I decided to make it a little easier on her and mostly lock myself into my office when I was home. The other option was moving into a bigger house, but that would just be absurd. The Casa Hotel and Casino was opening in a month as the paperwork went through, but there was still some furniture waiting to be delivered and the lobby needed some work. Antonio straightened the mess and it went down as a robbery gone wrong. He also deployed some of the men under his order for extra security. “Madrè.” I lay my eyes on my mother as I enter my office. “What are you doing here?” I question her as I bend down kissing both of her cheeks.“