Semua Bab His To Claim!!!: Bab 91 - Bab 100

Meredith I am surprised to see Lucinda Caprio waltz into Carla’s room with that exaggerated excitement on her face. How could she be happy for Carla, when she’s married to the same guy she has been infatuated with for years? To think Carla is returning that forced smile of hers with a genuine one.No. I will not allow this. Carla has already been through a lot. Lucinda will not be allowed to make a fool out of this kind soul. She is so misplaced in this world of violence, yet she has braced herself and tried to prove her worth over and over again. At this point, Angelo is not helping matters, but what this secret admirer of his is doing at this place beats my imagination. My gaze on her is not friendly, and her eyes suddenly turn inquisitive as soon as she spots me. She has a lot of questions to ask me, just like everyone else outside the Hernandez mansion who sees me hale and hearty.My depression is a known case to everyone who has an inkling about my ordeal. Some even believe I

Carla What is happening? I have not seen Don Angelo since… No. I want to see him, but how would I do that without making it seem like I am driving Lucinda away?Knowing her, I believe her when she says she has given up on Angelo, but it does not mean it would be so easy for her to just walk away from everything she cherished all these years. Call me paranoid, but I’m just being careful.“Aaahhh!!” I cover my mouth with the back of my palm, making it seem as though I am exhausted. I feel sorry for driving them away this way, but I need to use this method.“Look at you, Carla, you’re already tired. The drugs have still not been cleared from your system, but you won’t be given any more. Just lie down and rest. We’ll leave you to it.” As Meredith says those words, I notice Lucinda picking up her bag. She must have quickly caught on to Meredith’s message. “I’ll check up on you later, Carla. Have some rest, okay?” Lucinda gives me a light hug before stepping away from the room. Funny

Mateo Garcia“Where’s that damn whore of mine, Vandy? I need to have her in my bed this instant.” I am feeling so pissed right now. The only thing that can calm my mind is to be buried in that tight pussy and suck those firm tits till they bleed. The thought alone is making my little man jerk in excitement. I really can’t wait anymore. Home sweet home. Vandy looks like he’s staring at an alien, yet I am just a man who wishes to bury my troubles in the bosom of my bitch. How bad can that be? The bitches who have warmed my bed in the past two months have made me realize how great it feels to fuck this particular one. It has been a long time since I felt her tight pussy around my dick. I don’t know when or how that bastard, Angelo Hernandez, sabotaged my operations in Sky City, but thinking about it just makes me feel so useless. To think all the reports from Sky City over the last few months have been nothing but fake. There has been no trace of my informant either. I have been

Mateo Garcia“Mateo, why did you summon everyone here? What grievances do you possibly have this time around?” My dear father, Don Garcia, ever the dismissive one. He thinks his words would bother me today, huh? News flash, I never cared, and I wouldn’t start caring now. “Don Garcia, your mistress is the reason for our gathering today. Don’t worry, everything will be clear soon enough.” I know they’re all confused, since this came so suddenly, but I have enough time. All I need is for Vandy to alert me that Pearl’s mother is safe. That would be enough for me to continue. I cannot have my bitch mourning her mother and denying me her sweetness. How can I allow Suzzy Ramono to spoil things for me that way? Not a chance!“Get on to it, then. I don’t have all day, Mateo.” Hmmph! Who cares what this blind old man thinks? Tsk!As soon as Vandy appears at the door, I know it’s done. “You allowed that witch to poison your wife, a woman who held the Garcia clan down for years. Tell me, Don

Carla I watch silently as the coffin hovers just at the edge of the grave, my body trembling from pain and helplessness. As for my guilt, the less said about it, the better. Right now, I'm just so tired of everything that I want to end it all. A young woman just got her life cut short because of me. She wants me to live, and the least I can do is to repay her for this new lease on life. No matter what the occupational hazards were, she gave her life for me without giving it a second thought. I don’t want another person to end up like that.“It’s not your fault, Carla. Remember, Cherry chose this line of work. He who lives by the gun dies by the gun. You don’t think that phrase is just for show, or for its rhyme, do you? Besides, your husband rewards them handsomely for the risks involved. Besides, Cherry wasn’t some greenhorn who got pulled into this line of work. She lived by the gun.” Meredith makes sense, but I just can’t accept that after all the dangerous missions she braved a