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Her phone—she was always jittery about her phone, he could sense she was calling someone but he never thought of it to be his downright enemy. He gasped, eyes widening with realization. Marco. Marco was suspicious of her and he dismissed the concerns flippantly. “You’ve been played for a fool, Mr Maldov.” Milo coughed, “Why do you think we attacked you, here of all places?? We know you’re armed, we know we cant win.” Alex was pale, even Casper the ghost had a run for his money, “This is….this is all a fluke?” “A distraction.” Milo smirked, death was nigh but the ghastly look on the mafia boss’s face was the lord’s perfect gift before his departure, “Think, Maldov. Who’s the one person you wa

“I made the jasmine garden as you asked.” “How did you do it by the way?” He took a glass of water from the table and drank it, keeping his eyes on her. “You should be a reporter. You can’t last a day without interrogating me.” “You’ve always been averting my questions. At least, answer this one.” He knew she wouldn’t rest so he told her what he told everyone else. “I am Elliot Vile. Is that enough for you?” “Seems fair.” She stood. “I’ll get something for you.”

I needed to see my brothers and for that, I have to endure this punishment with grace. So, I swallowed my pride and forced myself to remain silent. I collected the empty appetizer plates and placed them on the server's tray as they passed by. "Useful..." Venezio's voice dripped with sleaze as he leered at me, "Lilianna," he sneered, his gaze burning into mine as I placed the second course in front of him, "When you said you're trying to make yourself useful..." His hand suddenly shot out and grabbed my buttcheek, sending a surge of revulsion through me, "How useful are we talking here?" he taunted, giving my buttcheek a rough squeeze, and then he slightly shook my butt in his grasp

“I don’t want to hide you.” Milo’s stomach flipped in panic. “No! You don’t have to do that,” he said quickly, voice sharper than he meant. His mind spun. He didn’t want the team thinking he’d been here five minutes and somehow turned their enforcer gay. That was exactly the kind of thing the Vultures had always used to torment him. He swallowed and softened his voice. “We can… go on some dates. Just… hang out. Like this.” The words were safer, lighter than what he felt, and he let them settle between them like a fragile truce. Deep down, he could feel the heat of hope flickering, wondering if this quiet, domestic closeness could last longer than the night.

Sounding disappointed. "No date?" "I thought maybe you’d want to cash in on my promise," Mila said, pouting. I chuckled, She had been thinking about that? It hadn’t left my mind either. "O, I’m going to fuck you. But not because of a promise you made while I was almost dying. I am going to fuck you because you’re going to beg for it. I will make you cum with my hands and my mouth so much that all you’ll be craving is my dick inside of you. I am going to make love to every fucking inch of your body. Goddess, do you even know the kind of dreams I’ve been having about you? I’m going to make them all come true."

The cold air from the vent brushes across my bare skin, raising goosebumps, but it doesn’t do shit for the knot in my gut. Then I turn and walk up to him, towering over his seated frame the way I always do. Making sure he understands exactly how small he is. How replaceable. How insignificant. He doesn’t look away. Interesting. “Take it out.” Might as well see what Esteban sent me this time. I’ve never fucked a man before. Never wanted to. But right now, I need to bury myself in something tight and warm, and if Esteban sent him, he’d better be worth every fucking dollar I’m paying.

Homer nodded and responded, “It's him. He called me this morning and asked me to hand over Hector. I refused. Not long after the call, I received bad news from my company’s secretary. Milo, tell me what I should do. You have a wide network of connections in Flower City. Help me find out what the bosses and big figures in Flower City think of this. Also, help me contact Philip and tell him that I want to meet him. There’s no lasting feud, only eternal friends.” Homer had no other choice. The opponent’s killing moves were too fierce and accurate. He was now an eagle with broken wings, unable to fly. Milo’s face darkened. He thought about it and said, “Okay, I'll do it right away.” After that,

“One more word, Simon, and I’ll rip your eyeballs out and feed it to you, got it?” Simon nodded quickly. Tate looked at me, curious. I leaned back, turning my attention back to Milene, lying still. Her hair was pinned tightly, except for one piece that curled over her temple. I wrapped it around my finger. I couldn’t wait to see how controlled she really was. I carried Milene into the motel room and set her on one of the beds. I pulled a twig out of her hair letting her hair fall loose. I stood straight. Tate sighed. “ Her family and the head of the Mafia family which is Dante will want revenge.”

He leaned closer to the screen, like he could smell her—musk and expensive perfume. Milo unzipped fully now, cock out and heavy in his palm. Thicker than Rex's, but shorter. He spat into his hand—wet schlick—and pumped in time with the robot's thrusts. "Watch her tits bounce. Clamps from earlier? Still red." His free hand gripped the desk edge, knuckles white. The chat window popped up on his second monitor—ghost of the dead stream, frozen at 12,347 viewers. VIP_69: "More squirt next time."

“Now that makes sense, so you got him on his knees, huh? Old feelings didn’t reawaken?” “He killed Milo. There’s no way I’d ever love him.” Her voice is harsh, but it sounds so convincing that for a moment I forget that it’s not real. I’m probably the most relieved when Havok opens the door and motions for Milena to step inside, waving Phantom away. The moment Milena is inside, I instantly count the number of men in there, five… we wait with bated breath, her heels echoing on the marble floor until she’s standing before the five men.