My shaky hands proved how nervous I was. Pedro was doing this on purpose. I was hesitant to advance or touch anything I have never touched before. Not like I was an innocent virgin but I knew I had my first with Luciano.There wasn't much for me mainly because it was hell painful. I didn't enjoy it at first which was a shame but I got a glimpse of men's tools. Such mysterious things they had. I've heard about this from my college friends. A blow job, all I had to do was grab the thing and put it in my mouthAll that sounded disgusting. I didn't want to do this. Pedro had to stop this but seeing the dark expression on his face. I knew any better than to stop and provoke the beast"That's a right little princess...take it" he murmured as if coaxing me to hold his member. I swore he wouldn't fit in my mouth. Swallowing hard, slowly adjusting on my knees, I could be closer to him..my hands fighting to stop my inner self from doing anything I would regret however the urge to do this was st

Olivia had a smirk on her face as she walked around Luciano's office. According to Pedro. They aimed to cause a huge scandal for him. First, starting with the people who had been supporting him. “How's that possible…how can the shipment be delayed…are you fucking insane!” Olivia heard Luciano yelling over his phone. This was what she wanted. Slowly, the Garcia's would lose their prestigious wealth. Antonia was a shrewd woman. Her stronghold was knowing she had money to do whatever she wanted. “How did that fucking happen…this is important,” Luciano snarled, sounding extremely angered that Olivia took a seat and picked up the glass of wine the man poured for her. It had been a while since she heard Pedro talk to her via Bluetooth. “Hey… Mr. Mafia…are you there?” Olivia whispered, holding her right ear a little. She wanted to ask if the man had done something to Luciano's shipment which was to be delivered “hey…are you there?” she mumbled, glancing to the sides; however, there was no

Olivia entered the underground bar. The smell of cigars and alcohol hit her nostrils causing her to pitch the bridge of her nose at the stench. This place was a secret place where sinful things happened. The loud noise deafened her ears as she adjusted the black coat she was wearing and elegantly walked toward the bar counter. The flashing lights blinded her eyes as she pulled out a stool and climbed up to sit. Her eyes darted around in search of a familiar face. This place was illegal. So many bad things happened here and the people who came here. Were either drug addicts or those who sold drugs. Looking around various tables she saw how young people wasted their lives"What can I get for ya" a bartender with tattoos all over his arms and neck area came to Olivia who turned her gaze back to him"Nothing…I'm looking for someone here" she said while twirling the credit card in her hand. Pedro was kind enough to give her the credit card to use with whatever she wanted"What does the pre

Luciano entered the bar already drunk. He hated everything, especially when his family was humiliated in such a horrible way. Glancing around, his eyes narrowed shrewdly. The bartender knew him. He was a regular customer. The barman didn't have to ask Luciano what he wanted, especially when he seemed to be in a bad mood. The loud music deafened his ears. The people chatting and shouting made things even worse. Glancing around, Luciano saw all the sexy women serving customers. The approach was different and everything he expected, since this was an exclusive bar for exclusive people. Rich men and women come here to have fun. “The girl is ready” the barman whispered once he approached Luciano. The man didn't say anything but grabbed his jacket off the counter and was led to the private elevator leading up the room, the loud music and noise subsided once a dizzy Luciano entered the elevator and pressed a button to the fourth floor. This was his private bar. No one knew that the

Zane and the rest watched in pure shock. The lady was wearing a black dress with a long split exposing her slender legs, the shoulders were exposed. She was a party animal, dancing on the dance floor like she owned it. The men around gathered, cheering and whistling as she swayed her hips. “Damn…someone will die tonight” Zane let out curses, he gulped down his vodka, his voice barely heard from the loud music playing and the noises from the people. The bar was considered classy, however, on weekends people loved having fun. Amusement rushed through him, watching from the VIP section. Gabby smirked and Enzo was dying to go on the dance floor and finish the job. “The lady is something else… I wonder why of all women, Sacha had to choose her,” Gabby said, arching his brows questionably while swinging the bottle in his hand. He knew their boss was selective when it came to women. He never went just for anyone. “We need to keep our eyes open…someone just walked in,” Zane said, shifting h