Chapter 12

UNKNOWN

¿Un nuevo aliado o enemigo?

—What news do you have for me? —she asks as soon as she sees me enter her office.

—You don't even let me get in, sit down, and greet you properly. —I complain.

—We don't have time for that.

—There's a time for everything, and we both know that with patience we get everything. —Her face is so disgusting it makes me nauseous just looking at her. 'Are you sure about that?' —A clear example of that is having managed to get rid of Gregorio Ibagon. —A smile spreads across her face.

—You're right about that. I never thought you'd be capable of killing your own father, and I must admit, you surprised me.

—What father are you talking about? An absent father is no father.

—If you say so. —She shrugs— Now, let's change the subject to something more interesting to me. Any news about Nefertary? —She asks while pouring herself a glass of rum.

—My dear little sister is planning her own kidnapping.

—A self-kidnapping? —I nod.

—Yes, she's obsessed with a guy she wants to drive crazy, someone who belongs to her "world."

—How stupid! —She sits down.

—I don't think so. She creates her own monsters.

—The problem with creating your own monsters is that at some point they might rebel against their creator demanding freedom, which causes problems. —She sips her drink.

—That will only affect her, and we have to take advantage of it.

—You've got it all calculated, so why don't you seem worried? —Probing as always.

—Because it's true. Her worst enemy is herself. Her mistakes make her lose control. Not knowing how to control her anger is the worst. We have to exploit that.

—Then I await your orders. Just don't make me wait too long, I want to finish off that scum as soon as possible.

—Don't pressure me. I've told you everything has its time. —She rolls her eyes— Changing the subject, the Klaus Fischer problem is solved. —Her look changes to one of satisfaction.

—He must be going crazy right now. His only lead is dead.

—Yes, though we both know he still won't stop.

—Why don't we help him with the self-kidnapping? Make it more real. Giving him a little scare wouldn't hurt.

—I'll think about it, but… are you aware that would put us at risk? —I nod.

—Klaus's death will give us a few days for our next move. —She stands up and approaches me, standing centimeters from my face— Have I told you before how much I love your cunning? —Her gaze moves to my lips.

—That's the first time you tell me. I think you forgot to mention it from the beginning. —I say while biting my lower lip, provoking her desire. Taking advantage of having her so close, I grab her by the tie to pull her toward me and kiss her roughly, with longing and desire. She responds the same way. I intertwine my fingers in her hair and rest my arms on her shoulders. She lifts me off the chair and supports me on the desk, which allows better access to any part of my body. She pulls me closer as her hands reach my buttocks. Gripping them, she makes me let out a moan. She starts leaving kisses on my neck.

—I don't know how long I've been longing for this moment, Miss Ziegler. —My hands go to her belt to unbuckle it.

—Aren't you ashamed of wanting to fuck... a girl... —I pause to let out a moan— who's about twenty years younger than you, Mr. Ziegler?

—Not at all. —Both our breaths are uncontrolled. Finally, I have access to her intimate part, which is very hard, so much that I can feel my crotch wet, wanting her inside me.

—Not even if we're family? —She lifts my dress and slips one hand under my underwear, making small circles on my sensitive spot, while I stroke her member up and down, making her moan— You haven't answered my question, Ziegler.

—That doesn't… matter now. —With her free hand, she lowers the zipper of my dress to reveal my breasts, which she begins to kiss, leaving little bites on them. I try to control my moans, but they escape.

—How… how long are you going to wait… I want to feel your member inside me. —She stops to look at me lustfully.

—Then open your legs, Miss Ziegler. —I obey. She approaches and starts rubbing her member against my sensitive area.

—You're fucking wet. —I let out another moan. It's fucking pleasurable. I've had many fantasies since I was a kid. I've always wanted to be fucked by her.

—Do you want to feel it inside you? —I nod as she kisses my breasts.

—On second thought… —I come to my senses, 'this can't be happening, no matter how much I want it, I'm making a huge mistake.'

—Yes?

—We don't have time for this. —I push her away.

—What do you mean? —She asks, confused, as I fix my dress.

—You're going to have to solve your little problem… —I look at her member— without me.

She approaches me intending to kiss me again. I dodge.

—I'm sorry, Mr. Ziegler. We can't mix work with personal matters. That's part of our agreement, remember?

I leave her office trying to normalize my breathing, leaving her wanting more. 'I can't believe what I was about to do.' I have to get rid of her. I can't let my desires control me, no matter how much I want it.

I have to be very clear that she only provokes disgust and hatred in me. I need to get rid of her, I need to speed up her death. Ziegler is my father's enemy, and I know perfectly well who would be happy to be my ally to end her life.

Nefertary Ibagon, it's the perfect time for you to know who your dear sister is.

It's time both of us have our own game.

Who will be the winner?

Author:

And so, while Nefertary drowns in secrets, pain, and control…

the other one makes her move.

Ally or enemy?

Revenge or power?

Family or a ticking time bomb ready to explode?

Because sometimes monsters aren’t created...

they’re inherited.

And get ready, because now the board has two queens.

And only one can win.