Lahat ng Kabanata ng Tangled With The Mafia King: Kabanata 51 - Kabanata 60

CarrieAs we drove to the Valante’s residence, I replayed the earlier moment and it strangely reminded me of the day I met Gary in that unknown town. I recalled his offer to find a new life outside of the mess I had found myself in.Back then, I was eager to consider the offer, I might have even said yes if Alessandro had not shown up.But right now, I don’t mind being in the mess I have found myself in. At this point, it’s almost intriguing that my life has become dramatic in ways I can never predict.And that was something I never had when I was reckless with life under the roof of my father. Each night was predictable. I knew what would be happening on certain days because my father’s money was enough to control a crowd to do as I wished.But here, there’s nothing like that.It’s like I’m in a jungle trying to survive potential attacks from every angle, only that I enjoy being in the jungle.And the reason I find it enjoyable is all because of this man, Alessandro Valante.I stole

CarrieI was bewildered by his abrupt and seducing suggestion. But I was quick to adhere to it and soon, my hands were slipping down the wetness of his shirt. The hold he had on my buttocks disappeared and I was on my knees, looking up at him as if he was about to lord over me.Well, in a sense, he is about to.“There you go….” His voice strained past the noise of the shower. He held my chin and inspected my face with utmost seriousness. “This is a lovely sight,” he said. “Should I make it lovelier? Hmm?” His fingers began to trace the wetness on my skin and that caused a stir both in my stomach and nether area. “Should I make my flower bloom some more?”His words made me a little shy. And that’s weird. I am never shy when it comes to things like this. Most times, even when I am in a position where I have to be on my knees, I always make sure I am in charge. But with Alessandro, I can’t afford to do that. He overpowers my intentions and desires before I get to realise what’s happening

AlessandroThere was no need to debate. This man will die by my hands and nobody can stop me.I just don’t understand why a person can’t be sane enough to know when to back out. I am not aware of the things Frank Maximus did on the other side, but the fact that he made Carrie scared angers me and I won’t forgive that insanity of his.If I have to bury him in the loose sands of the beach and allow the deadliest skin-eaters to perch on him, I would gladly do that to teach him a lesson.There was just one problem. Apart from the sea, there was nowhere else in sight where I could finish him off. The shabby building he was caged in before was too far from the house and I needed to utilise my anger in the best way so that the fool can feel my wrath.So, after a quick check around for something that would work as a deadly weapon, I chose to opt for the sea option. And soon, I was dragging him on the sand, his resistance nothing of importance beside my strength.When I was almost knee-deep in

CarrieIt took a long bath for me to get every bit of my senses back.I lost them when Alessandro found my depths in ways I never knew could happen. The overpowering pleasure I felt made me helpless and as I said, it took a long bath to get rid of the trance.Once I was done bathing, I walked out to see that Alessandro had packed two small bags.Is it weird if I say that till now, I don’t know where my clothes are gotten from?Alessandro firmly carried the bags and faced me.Then I asked, “Are we going somewhere?”“Yes. Get dressed and met me in the car.”His response was gruff and somewhat rude. But I deduced a higher level of seriousness as he walked out of the room and that was enough sign that something was about to happen.I only had to find out what that was.Within minutes, I was dressed and was walking out of the building with the feeling of Alessandro’s intense strokes still lingering between my legs.I don’t think I can ever forget the feeling.If anything, I am sure that I

Alessandro“... Layla Whittman.”Immediately, as planned, an image of the woman that once put me through hell was displayed on the screen behind us.As I tried to avoid a smile from forming on my lips, I faced the screen and put on the most sober look. Then I admired the quality of the picture. The image properly showed Layla’s sternness and the existence of built men behind her made it believable that she was into the gangster business.“Wow…” The female anchor said. “Mr. Valante, are you certain about this? According to the law, making claims without evidence is punishable.”I nodded in agreement. “I am very aware of that.” My hands clasped and settled between my thighs. “I am not seated here because I wish to have fun by throwing baseless rumours. I am here because I can’t let the leader of CDP take over my life. I wish to speak the truth and that’s why I am here.”My sad look intensified after I made intentional contact with one of the main cameras. “I would like to apologise to e