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The mission was set for 2:00 hours—deep in General Puro’s private estate on the outskirts of Madrid. No helicopters. No vehicles with plates. Just two blacked-out SUVs dropped them half a kilometer out, then vanished into the night.The team: Vincenzo (lead), Aurora, Axe, Nini and four faceless enforcers who answered only to Lord Lucifer’s coin. They were all masked…They moved like shadows through the perimeter woods black tactical gear, balaclavas, suppressed rifles slung low. Aurora’s mask felt suffocating; the eye holes narrowed her world to a tunnel of green night-vision and her own ragged breathing. The knife strapped to her thigh weighed like guilt.Vincenzo signaled halt at the tree line. The estate sprawled below: high stone walls, floodlights sweeping slow arcs, patrols every ninety seconds and General Puro’s soldiers….Vincenzo turned to her. Even through the mask….. “One clean slice across the right shoulder. Deep enough to bleed heavy, shallow enough he lives. Then we

Aurora’s feet felt heavy for a moment. She repaired her glove and was about to climb into the ring when Nini pleaded with her hand, not to….Aurora climbed into the ring While, Salvatore spoke up. “Master, do you want to kill her?”“It’s a game,” Vincenzo replied. “She wants to fight like the gangsters? Let her. Let’s see what she’s got to offer.”Vera, Sasha, and Nikita blew excited whistles with their lips.Aurora charged forward, ready to fight Vincenzo, but he quickly grabbed her, twisting her arms behind her back until her bones ached.“Ahhh!” she groaned, kicking him hard in the groin. He released her with a grunt.She tried to charge again, but he grabbed her, punched her face twice—hard. Her lip burst open, and she nearly fainted.Aurora held back her cry. She forced the tears to stay inside.“This is how I fight my gangsters,” Vincenzo yelled. “Can you take training like this?”Aurora hit him in the abs. He chuckled, then flung her to the floor. He grabbed her face, twisted

Vincenzo’s punches slowed. Then he stopped. He turned. Watched her for a full thirty seconds…..silent, unblinking. Then he walked over. Stepped through the ropes. Gloves still on. “You want to train like you belong here? He spoke arrogantly… He stepped closer. Close enough she could smell his cologne. “You don’t give orders in my ring, princess.” She laughed….short, and bitter. “Then make me leave.” I only ask you to train me…. Aurora snarled. He did. He lunged. She blocked… barely stumbling back. He didn’t give her time to recover. He throw a Jab to her shoulder… Then his fist hit her lip…. She tasted blood. As her lips split…. She swung back wild, and desperate. Then she Punch his cheek. He smiled….slow and dangerous. “Good,” he rasped. “Again.” They went at it for forty minutes straight. No breaks. No mercy. He slammed her to the mat three times. Each time he hauled her up by the arm—not gently and shoved her back into stance. “Again.” She l

Yeeeee….. The gangster cheer…..Vincenzo gave them the go ahead to party…..As usual The Empire Hall of Imperio Pecaminoso had never been built for small gatherings.High vaulted ceilings, black marble floors veined with gold, chandeliers dripping crimson crystal like frozen blood. Tonight the lights were dimmed to a low, pulsing amber. Bass thumped from hidden speakers…..It was slow, and dirty, the kind that crawled under skin. Tables groaned under bottles of every poison known to man: aged whiskey, clear vodka, blood-red wine, unlabeled absinthe that burned green in the glass. Gangsters sprawled across leather couches, laughing too loud, already chasing the edge of blackout.It a drink party….Vincenzo doesn’t care about party but he felt like watching them… Maybe because he saw how Aurora cheer…. Now he has decide not to put his mind on any of General Puro’s shit….He stood near the far wall putting on a black shirt open at the collar, sleeves rolled to the elbows, one hand in

The Truth or Dare game dissolved the way all good chaos does….. Laughter turned slurred. Bodies drifted toward the dance floor. Aurora stayed. She didn’t dance again. Just sat on the edge of a chair…. Her legs crossed, dress riding high, red lipstick smudged from earlier. She was drunk and wasted. She drank the glass of vodka in her hand and stood up walking towards Vincenzo. When she go closer to him…. He Just grabbed her wrist, and pulled her into a corner…... No words. Just his fingers finding her already wet pussy…. swollen from the lap dance she’d given him earlier. Aurora gasped soft and sharp….. her head tipping back against the wall… He pushed two fingers inside her…..deep, no warning, his thumb circling her clit in rough, relentless strokes. She moaned…. While, His other hand clamped over her mouth. “Quiet,” he growled against her ear. “Or everyone hears how wet you get for me.” Aurora’s eyes fluttered….half-lidded and glassy. Her hips