All Chapters of Fatal Attraction : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

AuracioMy jet landed in Las Vegas after several hours of flight. The burning atmosphere of the sin city doesn’t surprise me. What surprises me more is the welcome. It’s not a lackey or a second-rate guy who comes to greet us, no. It’s him. The bloodthirsty one himself. This shows he really cares about this partnership. And he’s right. One doesn’t treat me lightly. Respect is the first rule. Otherwise, you end up with your mouth full of lead in a rusty trunk out in the desert.Upon our descent, we are escorted to a secure hangar. The checks are strict. Metal detectors, full searches, cameras trained on every movement. Trust does not exclude control, as they say. I let it happen. I’ve learned to tolerate this kind of formality when dealing with men who have no faith or law.Once the checks are finished, we shake hands.— Good evening, welcome to you. I hope the flight went well?— Very well, thank you.— Follow me, please.Ten vehicles are lined up in front of the hangar, like a king’s

JohnMy name is John Smith. Forty-five years old, two children from different mothers, ten and six years old. No regrets, no illusions. Their mother? Stories without a future that have turned into permanent responsibilities. I am not made for normality. Ever since I was a kid, weapons, fights, trafficking, everything forbidden fascinated me. I was drawn to the forbidden like a moth to a flame.I grew up with a loving mother. Too loving. She gave everything, sacrificed everything. But her love wasn't enough. There was this emptiness, this inner fire that nothing could calm. So I fled. I left home at thirteen. I hung out on the streets, slept outside, stole to eat. Then I crossed paths with a gang leader. He saw my potential. Or my evil.My initiation rite? Kill. At fifteen, I pulled the trigger for the first time. The sensation… strange. No remorse. Just a rush of pure adrenaline. At twenty-five, I was number two. And at thirty, after two assassination attempts orchestrated by my boss,

John— Good evening, my goddesses, he said with that smirk I know by heart. I'm John. This is my friend Auracio. And you, what do you call yourselves?She shakes my hand. Gently. Her fingers are slender, warm, delicate. Hands made for caresses… for tender gestures… or to make me lose my mind.AuracioI look at her. I’m not pretending. This woman... throws me off balance.Damn.That gaze. That discreet confidence. That way of looking at me without flinching, without blushing, without looking away like all the others. She knows she pleases me. And she plays with that.Her name is Ariane. And it already lingers in my mind like a sweet poison.I greet politely. But inside, I’m on fire.— Buonasera, amore mio. I’m Auracio. At your service. You are… splendid.— Thank you, she says with a little teasing smile. My name is Ariane, and this is my best friend, Marianne.Marianne is beautiful too. A lively, joyful beauty. But she already no longer exists in my field of vision.— Nice to meet you,

Ariane— Where are you taking me?I whisper, breathless, against his lips. My voice is weak, trembling, but he doesn’t care. He doesn’t answer. Instead, he continues to kiss me with an almost animalistic fervor. His hand grips my thigh with a hard, possessive hold. The other is firmly pressed against my neck, preventing any movement, forcing me to endure his intrusion into my mouth.I try to resist, but my body betrays me. I end up responding to his kiss with a fervor I didn’t know I possessed. I’ve kissed a few boys, for fun, out of curiosity, but nothing compares to this consuming fire. His tongue captures mine, teasing it, sucking it eagerly before biting my lower lip, licking it, slowly descending to my chin, then my throat. I moan, lost between fear and desire.— Stop… please… you can’t continue here, we’re not alone…My voice is broken. As if those words have awakened me, I push him away violently, my breath short. I retreat into the seat, eyes wide, heart pounding. He lets me,

Auracio“Ladies and gentlemen, please fasten your seatbelts, we are beginning our descent…”The pilot's voice pulls me from my thoughts. Finally. I am finally home. Italy. My kingdom. My land.The plane lands softly, but my heart is shaken by another form of turbulence. Not the air, no. A more intense, intoxicating one. The kind that comes from the cargo hold, where my precious package rests.Barely off the plane, I walk confidently to the private area where she is kept. She is still sleeping. So beautiful. So calm. So silent. I approach gently, lean in, and caress her face. Bellissima. My heart skips when my fingers brush against her warm skin. How can such a small creature make so much noise when she is awake? Like a faulty alarm, with no stop button.I smile.I need to clear my mind with another woman, just to pass the time. Even if it’s not her that I desire. I have principles: I’ve never forced a woman to give me her body, and I’m not going to start today. But the day I take her…