"Is she his mistress?" "No, She is his wife." He regretted passing the information when the facial expression of their Boss changed. The only link to reach the traitor would be her only. "Enjoy the meal boys and don't forget to cut down her every part before throwing her into the burning mansion." She thought death was her escape but found herself in the clutch of another monster because of his husband's betrayal. What she didn't know, was the sin that would be committed by her too. Entangling herself in forbidden love with another man even being married. The end of her torturous life opened another sinful path for her to take. The desire took its turn. Will she accept this life or make herself free from every possible shackle she had? Copyright 2020-2021 by Irene Davison (Esperanza) Paperback Available
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"Roses are red, the sky is blue;
Let me tell you, what a shit are you."
"How are you, man? Hope you are enjoying your time seamlessly."
A phone call made at a very late hour of the night put everyone on high alert. Every single person in the mansion got their asses on fire. Security was doubled at every corner of the property making it look like a customized high-security zone. A man pacing inside the main hall stopped on his track when he heard footsteps behind him.
"He would be coming down at that point of time." The statement looked normal but only he knew what sort of hidden threat was buried inside that.
"Call our men to be ready at their respective positions. No mistake can be reimbursed." A man in his late thirties ordered his subordinates while pressing some button forcefully on his phone. No other sources were reachable at that time. Out of ten zero backup responses he had gathered. If the situation went on like that no way he would be able to face the upcoming storm.
"Why are you thinking about the attack in the first place? He might be just visiting as usual." Anthony tried to remove some sort of pessimistic ideas from his leader's head.
"He is not visiting us like this only. He had his warning tone depicted in the last call. And if I am not wrong this time...." He couldn't finish his words as the rest of those untold words were never supposed to be released to anybody. Not even his subordinates until he was getting a complete upper hand in such matters.
Anthony didn't utter much as he found his leader suppressing his last couple of words making it an ambiguous matter.
"If we are clear, we don't need to worry." Anthony's one single word made the other man's entire situation worse than the real scenario.
"Clear." That's where he might lack at this time. Pacing like a maniac in his hall he decided to move inside the security room to check the final arrangements.
12 o'clock Midnight
The clock hit the number 12 making a resonating sound throughout the surroundings. Heavy footsteps started appearing through the corridor. All the security cameras pointing towards the entrance showed a massive range of armed people in black suits.
"They are here to discuss." The main guard informed the person residing inside.
"Send them in." A voice was heard and the door opened.
A man in his thirties entered inside the hall. Two armed guards led him to the main meeting room where the matter was decided to be settled rather than the meeting supposed to be happening. Entering the room his guards positioned themselves when he took his seat.
"Where is your great leader?" His mocking tone didn't seem funny but more threatening in such an ambiance.
"He will be joining soon," Anthony spoke sitting on the opposite expecting his leader to arrive in no time.
"I don't think your leader would come out of his hole. I am sure he has left you all to rot in hell." His clenched jaw and rage-filled eyes sent uniform shivers through everyone's body who was present in that situation.
"But sir, he said that he would......." Before Anthony could finish the man replied again, cutting him in between his words.
"He just said, Anthony. There is a big difference between saying and doing." As he finished his words a loud gunshot was heard immediately.
A body fell on the ground while he remained calmly seated in his position. But the man named Anthony who was notified about his leader's arrival gasped immediately hearing the sound.
"Don't worry Anthony, we have just started. Hope we will finish soon." Saying so he pushed the chair to stand up and walked away from the room.
"Boss, we don't know anything. Believe us." Anthony stated a fact.
"I know. He kept a lot of people in the dark but not everyone. Now you have two choices. Either you blurt out everything or keep counting the dead bodies." He smirked after placing his gun on the table. Pushing it to the other end he raised his brow to give his final verdict.
"Seize this mansion now. Bring out every single traitor he raised to go against me. He might have forgotten that there was always one King and there will always be one. The administration was always ruled by me and will be ruled by me."
Anthony looked at the gun. Passing the gun in this way meant nothing much except two things. Either he had to shoot himself or let himself surrender in their hands to die being tortured if found guilty. Nobody in the world of the Mafia allows a traitor to breathe. His leader had betrayed the organization and now the Boss had arrived to acquire all such things. None could be saved rather everyone would be tortured to death.
"I know nothing about the betrayal but I can assure you my loyalty till my last breath." Anthony stood up with the gun and surrendered himself. Two of the guards grabbed him by his collar and dragged him outside the room. The whole mansion was seized by his men. Anthony looked for his leader but he couldn't reach him by any means. Looking like a lost person he understood why his leader panicked when Boss informed him to pay a visit. He knew he would be exposed soon.
Anthony saw a few of their men lying in the pool of blood. They were brutally murdered. Following this, two female bodies were stripped down naked beside them.
"Seems like his whores have more information than his actual staff." The man spoke while smoking cigars being seated on the large couch keeping his one leg on another as a real King.
His men kept on storming in every corner to bring out documents, hidden money, drugs, and much more other stuff. One by another things were getting stacked on the main hall while the rest of the guards decided to surrender as going against the administration was never a feasible solution.
"Did you know your leader tried to join hands with Irish to take down me?" The question was a direct hit for Anthony. Though he found some of his leader's movements suspicious but never thought to hear some sort of news like that.
"We were not fully aware."
"Hope your answer saves your pretty little life."
He kept on looking around and ordering his men to do the rampage. No one was thinking to stop killing even for a second. Few of the men were taken as hostages but again killed in a fraction of a second. He was ready to take a bath in the pool of blood.
"We are done, Boss." His men informed.
"Set the mansion on fire." He instructed and stood up from the couch to fix the suit button before leaving. His men transported all those important things to the respective cars. He came all prepared for this attack. After all, he came to kill his long-term partner and right hand.
Anthony looked around to see how many of their men had died including males and females. Rest were either brutally injured or held captive to bring out information. Anthony knew he was termed as the most loyal person and he was kept in the dark regarding this matter. So either he would survive or he would die. The Boss looked at him before calling out his name.
"Would you like to be burnt down here or like to join hands to track down the traitor?"
"I was always a part of the administration and loyal to high command. I did what I was told. I would follow the same." Anthony knew the entire group was betrayed and a lot of his men tasted death due to this.
Once they were ready to ignite the fire before exiting one of the Boss's men dragged something in front of them. It looked more like a white rag when he threw the object on the ground and everyone heard a fumble shriek.
"I found this piece in one of the rooms. There were some important files too and one small locker." The man handed those files and locker when Anthony and others' eyes landed on the rag-type object.
"Oh..." One word left Anthony's mouth as he almost forgot about that person. He thought his leader left with her but here she was left alone.
She was lying on the ground without a single expression of pain or fear. She was looking at the man standing before her. A kick landed on her stomach by the man who dragged her down. She coughed badly and clutched her stomach but couldn't let out another whimper to reach others' ears.
"It's his whore." The man who kicked her spoke.
"No. His wife." Anthony cut him in between but immediately regretted his words when Carlos's gaze changed into something else which was not full of pity. A sinister smile appeared on his face seeing the girl lying helplessly. As Anthony was standing in front of him blocking his sight he couldn't get a proper glance. Pushing Anthony away he looked at the pale face and chuckled.
"Enjoy the meal boys and then don't forget to cut down every part before throwing them into the burning mansion."
Dear Carlos, I don’t know if you ever get the chance to read this small piece of myself or not. But how can I deny your way of teaching me to look forward with hope. I am not as strong as you are. I never was. I was always a girl living in her fantasy world with a dream of a perfect happy life. Maybe that is the reason I was hurt and broken beyond anything. I was born and grew up with a happy supportive family who never allowed a scratch on my skin. They protected me as a glass vase. I think that was the major mistake from their side. No matter how beautiful a glass vase is, once it’s broken the scar remains. Even keeping a glass vase is more painful Because you would always live with a fear of getting it broken by chance. My love for someone was always a curse. Be it Benjamin or be it you. Yes, you Mr. Carlos Joseph Marcello. I loved Benjamin more than anything that I agreed upon marrying David in order to save him. But Benjamin was kill
InayaI don’t remember when I actually gained my sense back after Greta’s hard slap and the horrible nightmare. I am sure that was a nightmare. What Greta said was no way relatable to what my mind was comprehending. I groaned in a severe headache as my continuous crying and anxiety ruined my health. I pushed myself up on the bed and rubbed my eyes. It was 7 in the morning as I looked at the clock kept on the nightstand. Walking silently to the adjacent washroom I finished by morning business. After taking a warm long shower I picked up my clothes and moved inside the room. I was still in a daze thinking that it was a normal day of my new life. I was still expecting Carlos to come up finishing his morning work out session with a sweaty body and a weird smelling sock to irritate me. Yes, he got to know I hate smelly socks and everyday after hitting the gym he used to carry the socks inside the room to irritate me a bit. I laughed a little remembering m
A week had passed since that day. Even though Carlos made her stay under the same room sharing the same bed, yet no such things occurred. Every night Inaya tried to sleep, maintaining a safe distance with Carlos but often found herself sleeping on his chest in the morning. He had never left her alone. A secure arm of warmth was always around her petite. She didn’t try to oppose this action of Carlos. Even though it was a sin considering her marital status, nothing was followed by the social rules inside this mansion.For the past one week she was given a task by Carlos. He used to leave for office but not before giving her the stacks of her daily tasks. It was funny to a certain extent. Those tasks included her walking on the lawn, going out on the balcony for a while and laying there under the sun. It was hard for her to convince him that she was perfectly fine inside the room. But he considered her anything but human. So she needed to follow these
Inaya remained frozen on Carlos’s chest once his words actually got registered in her head. Her body was leaned on his chest but her mind was trying to pull her away from that close proximity.“What….” She managed to speak when Carlos pressed her head back on his chest which she lifted earlier to look at his face.“You are not going anywhere. I would deal with David.” He assured her. Even the mere thought of letting her go with David made him insane. If she would never accept him that is also fine but he would not allow her to step in the same hell.A trail of new found tears soaked his shirt as he placed a kiss on her head. Coiling his fingers around her thick curls he started massaging her scalp. After a certain time a knock was heard on the door. A maid pushed a trolley inside the room with two plates of heavy breakfast. Inaya didn’t expect such gestures from Carlos’s s
“Fuck, Not today.” Carlos cursed under his breath as his hands helped Inaya to climb down. She looked down once again and then hurriedly went inside followed by Carlos. There were not only one pair of rage filled orbs but also one pair of scrutinizing gaze too. Greta was walking inside the Mansion when her eyes caught Inaya and Carlos’s cozy moments. Anthony was also there standing a bit away from Greta but his eyes held questions for Carlos not for Inaya.“I am sorry.” Inaya tried to speak when Carlos pressed his thumb on her trembling lips.“Be quiet and stay here or just sleep a little.” Carlos moved inside the washroom and freshened up. Throwing a shirt on his body with a pair of new sweats he climbed down.“Sir, Greta madam is in your office.” One of his maids informed him while extending his morning cup of coffee.“I see.” Carlos
“Tell me this is real. Even for once.” Inaya’s words pricked Carlos’s most sensitive part of his heart. The darkest heart also had a sensitive spot where none could hit but Inaya did. She looked at him lying on his lap, closing her eyes. Her quivered lips, trembling eyelashes were tired to control the upcoming tsunami of her emotional breakdown.“Open your eyes Inaya.” His grumpy tone reached her ears as she followed them to act silently.“Good. What if I say it’s not real.” The moment his words touched her mind a whimper left her mouth as she struggled to wake up from his lap. Carlos pushed her back on the bed hovering over her. She felt scared and immediately clutched those bed sheets tightly. Closing her eyes she let those tears fall freely washing some of her pain.“Please don’t do this. Please…” She felt her senses getting dark as she kne
CarlosI think Greta was right somewhere. Even though she had acted like a bitch, her points weren’t. Inaya had two broken pieces inside her. Benjamin and David. I am coming at the third even for a slightest second I thought of initiating something sinful with her.“She was never yours.” Greta’s last sentence dug the deepest scar in my mind. Of course she was never mine. We never met at a ball or in the street. I don’t remember having an encounter with her in a coffee shop or in an auction as people write in novels. She was not a damsel in distress or an Innocent Virgin Girl who sold her virginity to me for money and fell in love later. How would I start a best fit story for us? There wasn’t a single common plot that could lead us to join hands together to go beyond the horizon. I was sitting downstairs with a glass of whiskey, throwing my head back on the backrest. How weird our meeting was. If David woul
Carlos“Yes. That is Inaya with her husband, Benjamin Williams.”I am sure if I stay a little longer apart from lower back pain, I might get a headache soon. I gestured to Jason to wrap up the session and move out. But not before taking a close up of those pictures that I found. Walking past those moving reptiles (because they were bending their bodies weirdly) Jason and I headed towards our mansion. Something was not right in the entire matter.“Jason, when we seized David’s house did you find any picture of their wedding?” I asked Jason.“No. But this Benjamin or Benjama who so ever can not be Inaya’s husband for sure.”“First, it is not Benjama.” I was irritated hearing that name Benjamin. Inaya kept on mumbling that instead of David’s or mine.“Yes, Benjamin. But he couldn’t be
Carlos I walked towards the washroom letting the little rabbit sleep peacefully. She was so perfect except for her whispering and weird talking. It is true I don’t understand half of her words but at the same time her eyes started speaking. They are having less blankness compared to what I have seen earlier. Wrapping up my morning routine I rushed back to my personal gym. Json was already there with a tablet blurting out my day’s routine which is nothing but killing as many as I can. I am a monster and always was. What triggered me now was the back to back betrayal from different ends. Even though I have a strong grip over the Underworld, I am still not satisfied yet. Sylvester seemed to be in hibernation and I know he won’t take much time to strike back. “Greta Madam was calling you several times.” Jason reminded me of my fiancée who has been sniffing all the shits even after sitting miles away. We barely talked after her heated encount
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