Novels by Soso

Chapter 7 Francesca's POV. "I'm sorry ma'am, but you're not qualified for this job. You have no experience whatsoever, and we cannot employ you. Please find your way out of here." "B... But you said that the chances of getting the job is high-" "That was before you lied to us that you have been working as a caretaker all your life." How was I going to explain to her that taking care of my sick mother and drunk father for as long as I can remember made me more than qualified for this job? "Look, all I'm asking is for you to give me just one chance. If I fuck up, then you can send me packing-" "Ma'am, please leave so we don't have to call the police." The tone of the middle-aged woman made it obvious that she was serious. I thanked her before walking out of the nursery home and into the hot, evening sun. That was the seven rejection I'd gotten today, and the nineteenth I'd gotten this week. Making an honest living was harder than I thought in Italy. I was finally back in It

Chapter 06. Francesca's POV My eyes popped open just before sunrise, but I was too tired to even move. My head trailed to the memories of last night, and I sighed as a smile crawled up on my face. Never in my entire had been fucked so good before. Was it weird to say my best sex experience was from a stranger I didn't even know? The other men who'd entered me entered with only one mission on their mind - to satisfy themselves. He on the other hand... His mission was to make me feel things I didn't even know could be felt in my lifetime. I caught myself smiling sheepishly and rebuked myself immediately. Surely I wasn't falling for a stranger who just had a one night stand with me, was I? I knew he had the most beautiful eyes I'd ever seen in my life. I knew he had the body of a Greek god. I knew he had the biggest cock and knew how to use it. I knew his mysterious aura made me succumb to him without him... But he was a client and that was it. It was against the market co

Chapter 5. Enzo's POV. I watched as she climbed on me and slowly put her arms around my neck, her cleavage glaring me in the eye. "All I want you to do is to sit, and relax, so you can enjoy the young night." The way her voice slurred slowly made my heart begin to palpate for no reason. She slowly began to rock me, but I tried to will my dick not to rise. I was supposed to be in a bad mood, thinking about how I was going to get out of this predicament that I'd found myself in. I kept telling myself that I was only here so Stefano would have someone to drive him home when he'd get drunk to stupor, or so he wouldn't do anything stupid like carrying any of these stripper girls home. "I want you to relax, papi...", She moaned as she kissed my neck and bit my ear playfully. Fuck. That Italian accent made my blood flow faster than normal. All of a sudden, I didn't have the will to control my dick anymore. I just let the bulge grow under my pants. "That's... Quite huge", she gaspe

Chapter 4 3 Years Later Enzo's POV. I held the hospital results in my left hand, not knowing whether to squeeze it, tear it into pieces or throw it into the bin. This could not be happening to me. I was fucking doomed. What was the point of living then? I emptied the bottle of Martel into a cup and downed it, letting it burn my throat and my chest so I don't remember the words of the doctor earlier today. "I'm sorry to bring this to your notice, Mr. Enzo, but there's no other way to deliver such bad news. I'm sorry, but you won't be able to impregnate a woman. You will never have a child of your own " Fuck. After living the worst life possible as the lord of the biggest underworld mafia, the universe decided to punish me by taking away the only consolation I was supposed to have for choosing this life - a child of my own. Of all things, why the hell did it have to be impotency? I'd sat in my spacious living room for hours, trying to come to terms with my reality. A lot of

Chapter 03 Francesca's POV. America was... Different. It wasn't until the airplane touched down that I realized I didn't know a single place in this country. Nor a single person that I could stay with. I'd long left the airport and now I was out on the streets of New York, with nowhere to go. It was a 24 hour flight, so it was almost midnight. I needed to find a cheap hotel to stay in and some food to cure my hunger. I had some money left from the briefcase I stole, but I knew it would only last me a few days in a place as expensive as New York. I kept walking mindlessly, looking for an inn or a motel that didn't look expensive from outside, but I somehow found myself in the dark part of New York. I knew I didn't have anywhere to go, but it felt like I was lost or something. "Who do we have here?", I heard someone whistle loudly. I shouldn't have been too stupid to even stop, but it was too late now that I'd faced them fully. "What's a pretty damsel like you doing in this pa

Chapter 2Francesca's POV."You shouldn't have done this!!""Do you how bad you've fucked yourself up!!""Was this really worth it?!"These were the thoughts that fueled my fear and kept me running all the way back to the house without looking back.I was scared shitless, fearing that Patricia would catch up with me if I stopped, not bothering to know if she'd even noticed the missing money.I forced myself to slow down when my tiny apartment came into view, and the blood that rushed up my head threatened to make me unconscious.There was so much adrenaline coursing through my veins, but my legs were numb and aching badly at the same time.I thought of running to the hospital straight, but my father needed to know that his wife was dying, even though I knew that he wouldn't care less.I began walking up with the little strength in my legs, but I noticed some black Lincolns that occupied the whole compound.When did my father begin receiving visitors in his drunk state?I walked to the