Lahat ng Kabanata ng His To Claim!!!: Kabanata 11 - Kabanata 20

Carla“Strip!” Did he just repeat that? I thought I did not hear him well the first time. I know Don Angelo hates to repeat himself, but he just did. My few seconds of hesitation irked him, though it wasn’t intentional. I was thinking I heard him wrongly.“Yes, master,” I respond resignedly and shakily, then reach for my dress and quickly pull it over my head, revealing my brassiere and panties.The chilly air assaults my body, and I hiss in a low voice. My hands are even numb because of the cold. Yet, I still reach for my brassiere and panties and pull them off my body, one after the other. As I tremble from the cold, I ask myself, who told me to come to the rooftop and look for trouble? This place is out of bounds for us workers of Velvet Steam. The first time I flout the rules, I end up in lifelong servitude. I guess breaking the rules isn't for some of us, huh?“Come, Carla. Show me how obedient you can be.” Don Angelo wants me to prove that I mean whatever I said. Well, I can o

Don AngeloImmense joy fills my heart as I realize she's finally mine. I can take her back to Jet City, and she would serve only me in bed. Meanwhile, Carla needs to learn a few rules the hard way if she's to survive in my world. She needs to obey me and remain loyal to the end. Speaking of the end, I don't know when that is, but I know I want her in my bed. In my life. I just can't explain why I feel lost and empty without her.She's driving me crazy, and the joy I feel at finding her on the rooftop is immeasurable. She has willingly joined me without any coercion. Watching her sleep soundly, I withdraw my gaze and cover Carla with the duvet. She has done enough for one night.I have a few more days to spend here before leaving. Now, I only need to find out who it is that lured me here. If I find them, I’ll definitely dance on their graves.I’ll sort out my other business and go back. It's not good to leave my forte unattended for too long anyway. Over the course of three days, I

CarlaAs I sit beside Don Angelo in the car, my heart races in fear, wondering what he’ll do if my stepmother pisses him off. He’s a powerful and well-connected mafia lord, as I have come to learn over the past few days around him. Sylvia Peters hates anything associated with me, and when she sees him, she might just do or say something that would piss the man off. He might even take it out on Aldo and me. I know my stepmother wants to kill my brother, and that way, she can pin his death on me. If I'm not wrong, she will try to force me into signing off mine and Aldo's shares to her before I can treat my brother. She already prevents me from having access to dividends from the shares, but I know Sylvia. She wants everything in her name. It’s just that I did not expect her to be this ruthless.As my thoughts are plagued with everything that might go wrong in the Dawson mansion, my mind doesn't register that, just maybe, Don Angelo's presence may be all the protection I need. I pay f

Carla“Thank you so much, doctor. Thank you for saving my brother’s life.” The doctor briefs me about everything concerning Aldo's health condition, and I am speechless. I can only thank him for the wonderful work he and his team have done for Aldo.In just one night, Don Angelo has spent almost five thousand dollars on Aldo's treatment. My brother now looks rejuvenated. I don't know how he does it, but I know he has succeeded in making Aldo better. “The doctor said he's out of danger.“ I sit on the far end of the metal bench and tell Don Angelo about everything the doctor just said to me. He does not ask me anything, but I need someone to talk to anyway. I don't know how he’d take this, but I want to spend the night here. I want to stay with Aldo. Can't bear to leave him here. Don Angelo's back is resting against the wall as he crosses his arms on his chest. The metal bench looks like a damn throne for this man. His eyes are shut, and I can't tell whether he's really sleeping or n

CarlaThe last thirty minutes are the longest I ever have to endure. If salivating can make me satisfied, I should not be spying on the food with so much interest. The car pulls over at the end of the road leading toward the beach, and I see about five men in black uniforms. Their appearance sets them apart from the other people we saw tonight, as a beautifully designed ‘H’ is on the left breast pocket region. I must say they even look tougher.Our driver, who also is Don Angelo’s bodyguard, Hattos, remains in place, with his hands on the steering wheel. When Don Angelo rolls down the glass, I feel the cool night breeze seeping into my bones. This place is extremely cold at night. I watch as the men bow to him and speak in unison, “Don!!!” Whatever they’re here to do cannot be good, and I can feel it. I suddenly spot a black polythene bag lying on the ground, piquing my curiosity. Why does it seem to move just now? Maybe my eyes are deceiving me.“Eat!” Don Angelo addresses me befo