Luciano sat at the bar, speaking his mind to himself. “What am I doing at the bar if I can't drink?” He shook his head. Because at the moment the debate going on in his head was driving him crazy. I need this. I need a bit of fresh breath. The bartender poured a glass and extended it to him. A temptation. “I SAID NO ALCOHOL TODAY,” Luciano shouted at the bartender. He had been telling the bartender to stop bringing him alcohol nonstop. Trying hard to keep his focus on his plan. The authority in his voice made the bartender tremble as he murmured again. “I am so sorry, boss.” The bartender in shock was mostly wondering how he got Luciano to talk back at him once again on the same day. The bartender was one among the people who wondered and were disturbed by Luciano's behavior. They had so many unanswered questions about a lot of the things Luciano did. For example, how the woman Luciano walked to the bedroom with from the bar understood what he wanted. Because the woman would spea
Keirah was dancing beautifully, mesmerizing everyone. Lost in music with no awareness of her surroundings and the danger awaiting her. She was unbelievably beautiful. Her pictures in the Free book did not do her justice. She wore a cropped T-shirt and torn jeans. And she had positioned a beautiful ring perfectly on her belly button, which was on her tiny, fast-moving waist. The waist she moved seductively. Her eyes closed; She must be a runway model. Luciano thought to himself. Her body and facial features were intense and insanely feminine. Then she opened her eyes, scanning the crowd until their eyes met. “She is beautiful.” Words came out of Luciano's mouth without his knowledge. Almond-shaped eyes, sculptured eyebrows, sculpted high cheekbones, her lips already a focal point on her face for him. The lips that would call for a kiss every time. And then there was a look in her eyes he couldn't understand. She had a mix of scare and desire all at once and all over her face. Is i
She was so perfect and innocent. And to his surprise, she gave in more than he expected. He hoped she would give in just as much to walk away with him. Hand in hand, off the dance floor. Luciano kept reminding himself in his head every minute that followed with Keirah in his presence. That he was there to hypnotize her and steal her off the dance floor. He was there to save her from his uncle and nothing else. He recited the plan over and over to do the impossible of everything he needed to do to win her out of there. And walked with her to his room as his woman. That way, he could tell her what his uncle intended for her and warn her of men like his uncle. But he got it all wrong. He planned wrong. He didn't plan beyond the plan; he didn't know he would have to deal with her beauty clouding all his senses when they danced. He didn't plan for her scent, which hypnotized him over and over. Because that was now the only thing he could see and feel. He watched Keirah's beautiful fa
Luciano failed to hold his body still, shaking from fear and the unknown as he watched his uncle walk away with Keirah in his arms, into his private elevator. For the first time, it was so hard to bury his humanity. Pain… The pain he had never felt crossed him. Karma was making him pay for always staying on the sideline when Don Mauro held innocent women captive. And did terrible things to them, and Luciano chose not to intervene. Those women had someone like him, too. Someone who felt this much pain or more. Cement and Concrete stood back, guarding him as they laughed in his face. They expected no retaliation from Luciano. That told him everything he didn't want to know about himself. He was a loser, and his uncle knew it. He did not want to fight his uncle over a woman he had just met hours ago. The woman chose his uncle over him. He stayed. Luciano couldn't manage everything running through his head and went directly to the bar, forsaking everything and ready to drown hims
“It's not like you, Luciano. It's a sign... I am telling you…. Look at you…... Don't you want to give yourself a chance and see what the whole obsession is about?” “I don't want to know.” Luciano turned around to face James, who was standing behind him. “I am so scared to know. It's not about the dance or how my body is already worked out because of her.” Luciano pauses, with worries written all over his face. “Then what is going on?” “I am bothered by the level I get connected with her. At deeper levels, I have never come close, even to myself. “It was as if we were one. We spoke in our minds. I am running crazy.” “So, it's true you have feelings for her? How?” Luciano turned to see Cement and Concrete still at the elevator door on guard. “Shshhshhh…. Keep quiet. If my uncle finds out something outrageous like those feelings for her, it will make it worse for her.” “This is not about your uncle Luciano… Don't diverge the question. Look into your heart. “How did you feel about
LUCIANO'S POV At Don Mauro’s warehouse now… “Jesus...” I can't stand the feeling of seeing her die again in my mind all over again. Pain... I will never allow myself to relieve that kind of pain again. I failed her yesterday and God has given me a chance to redeem myself. And against my rationality thinking odds I will just do that, I shove my uncle off on my way as I walk to the glass wall. Hitting it as hard as I can to try breaking it but nothing happens. I can't stand still anymore as I watch a familiar liquid bottle being pulled out of Cement's pocket. He doesn't waste time. Cement squeezes a needle into the bottle to draw the liquid into a syringe before injecting it into Keirah's neck. “No……No…….” I shout out loud. Before Cement can inject fully the content of the syringe into Keirah's neck. I turn around and hold my uncle by the collar. and shout at him. “Tell him to stop right now!” “Vaffanculo Bullet…”My uncle curses in Italian, agitated with muscles in his jaw twitch
I quickly turn her around, hiding her from the dogs and the two goons coming our way as I pull her out of the area. Running as fast as I can, I hold her arm as if my life depended on it. Through the thick forest surrounding us. I hear the man running faster and the dogs barking louder, but I don't dare turn to look back. We run for too long and when she loses her breath; she shouts in between breathing out and in. “Where are we going? Are you kidnapping me, too?” I smile, and I want to stop running and explain to her. I am not kidnapping her. But I do not have time for an explanation right now. So I keep running as I stare into her eyes. “You are free to go anywhere you want to go, baby gal.” She lets my hand that is in hers go. She stands up for a second before walking steps away from me to position herself to stand still with her back on a tree. Taking deep breaths and holding her back by the tree. Sweat is covering all her pores. And I am forced to stand up, too frozen, watc
I start again afresh, letting her ride my fingers. Waiting for her orgasm to build more. Chewing up my two fingers in her vagina. Building pressure. And at this time around, she raises her eyes to me, notifying me it is not working, and she can't hold herself any longer. She holds on to my erect cock in her two hands. With all her might. She almost injures me and pushes my cock inside her vagina. When I penetrate her with a push. She has exerted on herself; she cries in pain. Tears cover her and I want to get my cock out, but I know that would hurt her more, so I stay still, waiting for her to adjust herself to my length before I pull out. But before I know it, I have premature ejaculation. “Fuck .... fuck!” I curse at myself. She pins my head down on her chest. Her chest raised. After seconds of my ejaculation without waiting, her lower body pushes my cock in and out. Her legs hold me in place. I know I can overpower her if I choose to push her out. But I don't want to. So, I let