A burst of laughter filled the room, breaking the silence. A tall, elegant woman stepped in, her laugh echoing in the space as she clutched her stomach.
Nathan, clearly caught off guard by her laughter, furrowed his brow. "Why are you laughing, Rose?" he asked, slightly annoyed but curious.
She wiped a tear from her eye, trying to compose herself. "Oh, I’m sorry!" she said, still giggling. "It’s just... I’ve never seen a man that... hard in such an awkward situation." She pointed at Nathan’s trousers with a mischievous smile, and I couldn’t help but follow her gaze. Sure enough, Nathan's apparent "reaction" was quite visible.
Nathan cleared his throat, his face barely concealing his irritation, and introduced
As the meeting wrapped up,I could see that there was still tension in the room. Nathan had handled the discussion with his usual authority, but I could tell that Steve was far from satisfied with the way things had unfolded.Uncle Jesse, looking concerned, had quietly pulled Nathan aside before leaving, asking the same question that had been on everyone’s mind."What’s your plan, Nathan? You can’t leave us in the dark on this," Uncle Jesse had pressed, his voice low but insistent.Nathan looked at Uncle Jesse and gave him a brief, knowing smile. "I’ve got to handle this one myself, Jesse," he said, his tone firm yet unruffled. "I do not want family politics in this. They are too messy. You know how it is."
As we stood in the office, still embraced in the conversation we just had, the door swung open, and Rose walked in again. Her usual playful smile was firmly in place, but there was an edge to her eyes. She glanced at me first, then shifted her gaze to Nathan."Tell Nathan we’re meeting in the conference room," she said, her voice light but purposeful. "There’s a new update."Before I could respond, she turned and left without even allowing me to ask any further questions. “Is that the way they behave here?” I asked myself. I blinked, confused for a second, unsure of what had just transpired.I told Nathan we needed to be in a meeting via the intercoms right from my desk. Nathan was already moving toward the door, and I followed quickly, tr
As I stood there, nervous and unsure, I asked Nathan quietly, “What should we do about the Stones?”Nathan didn’t answer right away. Instead, he walked over to his desk, reached into a drawer, and pulled out a dress, a beautiful, sleek piece of fabric that shone in the light. It was bold, striking, and far more revealing. He held it up, a small smile playing at the corners of his lips.“Change into this,” he said softly, his voice low and smooth, sending a shiver through me.I looked at the dress, then back at him, unsure of what to do. “I… I’ll go to the bathroom,” I stammered, feeling the heat rise to my face. “I don’t want someone to walk in…”Nathan’s smile deepened, a gentle, almos
As we arrived at the mob's headquarters, I could feel the familiar knot of tension tightening in my stomach. This place always made me uneasy, but there was something different in the air today. Don Chappo emerged, his usual air of casual authority replaced by something more ominous. His smile, the one that always seemed like it concealed secrets, was gone. His face was serious, hard, as though whatever had brought us here weighed heavily on his mind.He didn’t waste time with pleasantries, waving us inside with a brisk motion. The room he led us into was unlike any we’d been in before, a high-security room, dimly lit, and completely cut off from the outside world. The kind of place where secrets were meant to stay buried.Nathan was calm, his face a mask of control, but I could sense the underlying tension in him. Someth
Pachi’s voice had been urgent over the phone, giving me no room to ask questions. "Don Chappo wants to see you," she’d said, her tone leaving no room for negotiation. "Come alone."Now, sitting across from Don Chappo in this slightly dark room, I could feel the tension in the room. It looked as if I had been kidnapped though I came there myself. The smell in the air was different, smells of cigars and the rest, it looked like an interrogation room or something I couldn't quite place, but I knew something was terribly wrong.The Don leaned forward, his face cast in shadow. His voice was low and rough, the kind that demands attention.“Nathan is in trouble,” he began, and those words hit me like a punch to the gut.
As I walked into the classroom, the weight of the stares was immediate and heavy. The whispers began almost immediately, eyes widening and necks craning. I glanced down and realized that I was wearing the sexy, slit-revealing black dress.I had wanted to change into something more simple, but I had forgotten about all that was happening to me today.How could I have forgotten?The dress was costly with a low neckline. It was another daring, bold, and completely inappropriate thing for a classroom. But here I was, standing in the middle of the lecture hall in this provocative outfit, with the guys clearly enjoying their free show. I could feel their eyes tracing my curves, lingering on my legs, my hips, and the back of my dress as I made my way to my seat. Every step seemed to draw more attention, more whispers, and I could feel my cheeks burning with embarrassment.I hated this. I hated Nathan for this.I had told him I needed to attend class, but somehow, in the rush of the day, I’d
As Nathan drove, the tension from our earlier conversation began to dissipate, replaced by an unexpected sense of anticipation. He had insisted we go somewhere, even though I had protested, feeling exhausted from the emotional rollercoaster of the day. The city lights blurred past us, but I couldn’t shake the feeling of uncertainty about where he was taking me.After a short drive, Nathan finally pulled into a small, partially completed building tucked away on a quiet street. I raised an eyebrow as we parked, turning to him. “Where are we?” I asked, scepticism lacing my voice.“You’ll see,” he replied, a mischievous glint in his eye. “Trust me.”I sighed but followed him out of the car, curiosity piqued. We entered the building, and I was greeted by the faint scent of incense and the sound of soft music playing in the background. A sense of calm washed over me, but I still felt a flicker of apprehension.As we walked further inside, I spotted a tall figure stretching in a brightly lit
I could hear it in the way he spoke, the loneliness, the sadness that had settled into his bones like a heavy fog. He sounded tired, broken, and the alcohol only made it worse, amplifying the despair he always tried to hide.“Dad…” I whispered, my heart tightening. I knew he was spiraling again, sinking into the emptiness he couldn’t seem to escape since Mom passed. There was a silence that stretched between us, thick and painful, and for a moment, I wasn’t sure what to say.“I’m sorry,” he mumbled. “I just… I miss you. I don’t know what I’m doing anymore, kid. I feel so alone.”"Dad, you do not need to be sorry for anything, I will be there," I said, trying to calm him down."I
The moment Katrina walked out of the café, I felt an overwhelming sense of relief. I needed a moment to collect my thoughts, but that reprieve didn’t last long. No sooner had I taken a sip of my coffee than I spotted Steven striding into the café, his eyes locked onto me with unsettling intensity.“Mel,” he called out as he approached my table. His voice carried a mix of sarcasm and disdain, enough to make the hairs on the back of my neck stand on end.I sighed, setting my cup down. “Steven, what are you doing here?”“I could ask you the same thing,” he said, sliding into the chair across from me without waiting for an invitation. His gaze flickered toward the door where Katrina had exited moments earlier. “Funny seeing you here with Katrina.”I tensed, immediately on edge. “Were you following me?”Steven gave me a silly smile, leaning back in his chair with a casualness that belied his intrusive behaviour. “Call it what you want. I like to keep an eye on things, especially when it co
As I walked through the campus, the familiar hum of student chatter and hurried footsteps filled the air. It used to excite me, but now it felt distant, like a life I was ready to leave behind. My finals were in sight, and I was counting down the days until I could close this chapter for good.In class, the lecturer praised my grades. It was one of the few moments that reminded me why I had started this journey in the first place. But even that satisfaction felt hollow. My mind was elsewhere, on Nathan, on the chaos in my life, and, unexpectedly, on Lisa.After class, I spotted Lisa near the cafeteria, chatting with some classmates. She seemed different, more confident, even a bit aloof. As I approached, she noticed me and offered a small, polite smile.“Hey, Lisa,” I greeted her, trying to keep my tone light.“Hey,” she replied, tilting her head slightly as if trying to gauge my mood.“I heard you paid your tuition fees,” I said, genuinely happy for her. “Congratulations. That’s a bi
We stopped abruptly, both of us turning to see Ali struggling to stand, his face pale and streaked with sweat. His earlier arrogance was gone, replaced by something almost pathetic. He held out a trembling hand, his voice cracking as he spoke again.“Please,” he said, his tone a strange mix of fear and urgency. “Don’t leave. I - - I have more to say.”Nathan’s jaw tightened, his expression darkened. He didn’t respond immediately, his silence stretching the moment into something unbearable. Finally, he turned back toward Ali, his movements slow and deliberate, each step measured.“You’ve got thirty seconds,” Nathan said coldly, his voice cutting through the air like a blade. “Make it count.”Ali swallowed hard, his Adam’s apple bobbing as he tried to steady himself. “I - - I didn’t tell you everything,” he stammered. “There’s more... more you need to know about the deal, about who’s really behind it.”Nathan crossed his arms, his gaze narrowing. “You withheld information?” he asked, hi
Ali looked at me as if I did not know what I was doing being there with him, as it looked like he was not about to release any information until I played ball.“What do you want?” I asked, looking at him seductively, inviting him in with my eyes.He smiled and licked his lips, “You could offer something else,” He said.As he walked towards me, I pushed him back and he looked surprised. “You have been paid and one way or the other I am getting what I have paid for.”He did not like the fact that I spoke to him that way, and he attacked me. “See, there is no way anyone can help you with what is to happen to you as this room is soundproof, bulletproof and one way in. So without me, you are not going out. Tell me what it’s going to be?” he asked.As Ali’s hand shot out, trying to close the distance between us, I instinctively sidestepped, slipping from his grasp. My mind raced, the shock in his eyes only feeding my resolve. His laugh echoed through the dim room, low and mocking.“Impressi
As the car sped along, the hum of the engine was a soft backdrop to the excitement bubbling within me. Nathan handed me the contract files, and I noticed immediately that the document bore my name in bold letters. My heart skipped a beat, a mixture of curiosity and surprise flooding my mind.“Why?” I asked, my voice tinged with both excitement and confusion as I looked up at him.Nathan glanced at me with an unreadable expression before his lips curled into a small, sincere smile. “You’ve been with me through everything, Mel. As a friend, as someone I can rely on. I trust you more than anyone. You’ve shown me nothing but loyalty.”I stared at the files, still trying to process what he was saying. This felt like a huge step. It was one I hadn't expected, especially not after everything that had happened with Carlos, the mafia, and the endless twists and turns that had coloured our lives. But in that moment, something about his words, his actions, and the way he looked at me, made me fe
The boardroom buzzed with unease after Nathan’s initial briefing about the Sanchez Gang. The air was thick with tension, and several members exchanged glances, unsure of how to respond to the gravity of the situation. One of the board members, with a stern face and a reputation for asking tough questions, cleared his throat and addressed Nathan directly.“Nathan,” he began, his voice calm but laced with concern, “if this gang is disrupting our legitimate business and threatening our operations, why haven’t we involved the authorities? Why are we handling this ourselves?”There was a collective murmur around the table as the board members eagerly awaited Nathan’s response. The question was valid. In any other scenario, the authorities would be the first line of defence, and many of
The morning was brisk and filled with an air of urgency as Nathan was already dressed. I woke up feeling lazy and foggy. As I dragged myself out of bed, I saw Nathan going through some files. He was sitting at the desk, his attention fixed on a pile of papers, meticulously going through them.I could tell he was deep in thought. It was as if the files were magnetic and caught his gaze, as he didn’t even notice me. I pushed myself to the bathroom. We have a board meeting this morning and I do not want to be the one to make us attend the meeting late.When I emerged from the bathroom, naked, I could feel the weight of the day’s responsibilities evident on his face.I stepped out of the bathroom, the sound of the water still lingering in the air, as I wrapped
As we stepped out of Don Chappo’s place, I felt a chill run down my spine, not just from the intensity of the situation we were stepping into, but from the way Don Chappo’s eyes had lingered on me, low and intrusive. It was as though he could see right through my dress, and I regretted that I hadn’t thrown on something thicker.Once we got into the car, I exhaled and looked over at Nathan. “I know Don Chappo’s important to you, but he was practically undressing me with his eyes,” I murmured, a little unsettled.Nathan shot me a sidelong glance, catching my expression and smiling as he started the engine. “Don’t worry about Chappo,” he replied casually. “He can look all he wants, but he’s smart enough to know that’s all he’s getting. Only I get the real deal
In the quiet of the room, Nathan's touch felt electric, every caress filled with an intensity that sent shivers down my spine. He moved with a kind of urgency, as though he was trying to make up for lost time, every moment between us fueled by a powerful longing. His lips brushed my skin, igniting a warmth I hadn’t felt before, and I found myself completely lost in him, surrounded by his scent, his warmth, his closeness.Every kiss was intentional, as he kissed every part of my body. Finally, his lips rested on my breast and his tongue carefully and gently moved around my nipples. I moaned“Argh," as I grabbed his other hand and placed it on my wet pussy. He gently clipped the tip of my pussy as he kept on sucking one of my breast intensified. Fast and gentle, sending the right kind of waves all through my body. I reached out for his hard dick as my heart yearned for him inside of me.He moaned “mm.” And I replied with mine “Argh.’ it was systemic as it was rhythmic.It was a questi