I do as I promise bending over the table after Simon has thrown out some of the white powder onto the mirror like glass table. I have never done this before, but I have seen it been done many times. This is how Clarisse first started long before she moved onto injecting herself with cheaper drugs. I gatehr a small amount of the powder to one side, before shaping it into a line of around three cenitmetres. I do the same with the second line using the card he handed me and once I am done I remove a bill from my own pocket role it into a staw like object and sniff the powder right into my nose. The burning effect quickly replaced with a feeling that feels to me like I have snorted all the self confidence, not that I needed any of it. He have heard stories of people experiencing profound changes in their mental state after taking cocaine, but to me other than feeling like myself, but a hightened I dont exactly feel very different until I did the second line. The cocaine started to take ef

Achille appears to be very frustrated and determined as he takes a step closer to me as I take in a deep breath in an attempt to get my breathing under control. "Ben, listen. I phoned Manfredio. I had to try to reach Mia, to know if she's safe. But he denied my attempts, he wouldn't let me see her." "Are you out of your fucking mind, Achille? What were you thinking? You've put Mia in danger by contacting Manfredio! How could you do something so reckless?" Anger burst through me and my voice rise as a result. "I know, Ben! I know I took a risk by reaching out to Manfredio. But I had to try! We've exhausted all our options, and I couldn't just sit back and do nothing while Mia is missing." Achilles tries to defend himself taking in a deep breath as he acknowledges my anger."Did he say anything? Is Mia okay?" I question him hopefully. "No, Ben. He didn't say a word about Mia's well-being. But I'm telling you this now so that you know Manfredio might be expecting you. When you do deci

Me, Achille, and Tomasso stand in the concealment of the nearby woods, our breaths masked by the rhythmic rustle of leaves. The time has come to execute our plan to infiltrate the estate where Mia is being held captive. We anxiously watch as my security team move stealthily towards the imposing gates. With the team's well-honed expertise, they approach the perimeter of the estate. Their mission is to disable the security cameras, rendering the enemy blind and creating a clear path for me and my allies to enter undetected. It is a critical moment, one that requires precision and agility.As we approach, the security team divide into smaller groups, each assigned to different sections of the estate's electronic surveillance system. They move swiftly, their movements synchronized like a well-rehearsed dance. Carefully avoiding any motion sensors, they expertly disable the cameras one by one, their actions seamless and silent, while me, Achille, and Tomasso remain still, our hearts poundi

The room fall into an eerie silence as Isabelle stand dead quiet, her eyes widened in shock. In her trembling hands, she is holding a gun, aimed directly at me. The weight of the moment drooping heavily in the air, as if time has frozen, and the mere act of breathing seems impossible. Mia's heart pounds loudly in her chest synchronize with mine as the fear for both me and herself course through my veins. In a split second, my instincts kick in and I knew I needed to protect Mia, no matter the cost. With a swift motion, I push her behind me, shielding her from the danger that loom before us. Mia fight against my protective grip, desperate to stand in front of me, to get between her mother and the man she loves."Mama, please, don't do this!" Mia's voice quivere with a mix of fear and desperation. She reach out, tears streaming down her face, longing to connect with her mother's humanity. But I stand firm, my eyes crammed with a combination of judgement and despair. I cannot let Mia ste

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