Kyle Stones, pacing like a caged lion, locked eyes with Nathan, his face twisted in fury. He didn’t waste a second before launching his attack on Nathan. It was as if we were expecting it, and I was wondering how Nathan would deal with it.“How dare you show your face here!” Kyle’s voice boomed through the room, filling every corner with his indignation. His eyes were wild, flashing with a mixture of rage and disbelief. “Do you think you can just walk in here? You don’t own New York, Nathan.”Nathan remained calm, his posture relaxed but firm. It was the kind of calm that unnerved people, especially in the midst of a storm like this. His hands were clasped loosely in front of him as he took a slow, deliberate breath. He didn’t rush to speak, didn’t feed into Kyle’s fire.“I didn’t come for you, Kyle,” Nathan said, his voice low and measured, slicing through Kyle’s anger like a cold blade. “Sit down.”I almost laughed seeing the way he looked. It was funny at first. He wanted to respon
As soon as Nathan made his statement, the atmosphere in the room shifted dramatically. Richard Stones, seated across the table with a confident smile moments earlier, now looked utterly bemused. His fingers were visibly shaking on the arm of his chair. He blinked, as though trying to process Nathan’s words, as if they were too audacious to be real. The tension that had already been simmering suddenly spiked, thickening the air.Nathan’s voice had been calm, measured, almost casual, but the weight of his words crashed through the room like a tidal wave. “You want to play in the A-Team,” Nathan had said, “with the big boys. I get that, Richard. It’s ambitious. It’s bold.” He leaned forward slightly, his eyes locking with Richard’s in a way that suggested he saw through every pretence, every mask. “And aligning yourself with Don Chappo, the head of the Mafia, seemed like the right move. Smart, even.”There was a pause, a heartbeat, and everyone in the room seemed to hold their breath.“B
The threat was real, and everyone in the room knew it. Kyle’s jaw tightened, his fists clenched in barely contained rage, but it was Richard’s reaction that mattered. And for the first time since Nathan had walked in, Richard looked rattled. His composure cracked as the realization set in: Nathan was in control, and there was no way out.The silence that followed was thick, and suffocating, as Richard slowly leaned back in his chair, his gaze hardening, but there was no more fire in his eyes. Nathan had him cornered, and he knew it. The room felt as though it might explode with the tension, but before anyone could speak, Nathan rose to his feet.As the tension in the room thickened, Richard Stones shifted uncomfortably in his seat, eyes darting between Nathan and me. His hand gripped the arm of his chair, knuckles turning white. His firm expression cracked for just a moment, revealing the conflict raging within him."I’ll tell you," Richard finally said, his voice low but strained, "b
As we drove back to the hotel, the silence between us was thick with unspoken thoughts. The city lights blurred by outside the car window, but my mind was focused on one thing. Jesse Cain. I couldn’t stop thinking about how Uncle Jesse had betrayed Nathan, about how he had played a part in the Stones’ move against him. I turned to Nathan, studying his face, the sharp angles of his jaw clenched in thought. His eyes, always calculating, now seemed distant.Finally, I broke the silence. "What are you going to do about Uncle Jesse?"Nathan didn’t look at me right away, his fingers tapping lightly on the steering wheel as he thought. His response came after a long pause, his voice low and controlled. "Nothing.""Nothing?" I echoed, unable to hide the surprise in my voice. "He betrayed you, Nathan. He gave them everything. How can you just - -"Nathan cut me off, turning to glance at me for the first time since I asked the question. "Jesse’s not worth it," he said calmly, but there was a sh
Pachi's revelation hit like a thunderbolt, shattering the room's fragile calm. "Carlos has joined the Sanchez gang," he announced, his voice heavy with concern. "They're planning to target Don Chappo and Nathan's clubs and casinos."For a moment, the words hung in the air, their full weight not yet sinking in. I felt Nathan's grip on me tighten, his body tensing as the implications registered. "You're sure about this?" Nathan's voice was low, edged with a steely resolve.Pachi nodded, his expression grave. "I've got reliable information. Carlos is deeply involved with the Sanchez gang now, and they're plotting to undermine your operations."A surge of emotions threatened to overwhelm me. Carlos, the man I once loved, now entangled with a dangerous gang, aiming to destroy the very establishments that had become my sanctuary. I glanced up at Nathan, searching for guidance, for reassurance.Nathan's eyes met mine, a storm of determination brewing within them. "We need to act swiftly," he
As I walked into the office, I immediately spotted Rose. She glanced at me as I approached, a subtle smile forming on her lips, though it was clear she had something weighing on her mind. Rose had always been a key figure in the company, the go-to person for anything related to its inner workings, especially with her direct ties to Steve. But today, I had a different agenda."Rose," I said, softly but firmly, as I sat across from her. "I need to talk to you."Her eyes flipped with curiosity. “Of course, what is it?”“So how’s Steve?” I asked.“Since when did you start caring about him?” she asked jokingly, and I knew I had to go straight to the point with her.I leaned forward, lowering my voice even though we were alone. “I know you work for Steve, but I need to know where your true loyalties lie. Things are getting... complicated.”Rose leaned back in her chair, crossing her arms. There was a moment of hesitation before she spoke, but her voice was resolute when she finally answered
The atmosphere in Café De Royal's VIP section was filled with tension. The soft golden lights reflected off the dark leather seats, and the faint hum of jazz music in the background seemed almost mocking, given the gravity of the conversation about to unfold. Pachi was discreet as he personally escorted us to the section, aware that this wasn’t a casual meeting. His eyes met mine briefly before he left, a look of concern flashing across his face. I took a deep breath, trying to compose myself as I sat across from Carlos. We were no longer ordinary customers because of the people we now work for.He leaned back in his chair, looking far too relaxed for someone who had just turned his life over to a gang. His posture screamed arrogance, but beneath it, I saw the same man I had once loved—someone now lost in a world of false promises and dangerous alliances.“Carlos,” I started, my voice steady, though my insides churned. “You need to leave me alone. This, or whatever you're doing with
Lisa smiled at me, her expression brightening in a way that caught me off guard. "I’m so glad to see you two working things out again," she said, her tone light and cheerful as if we were old friends reconnecting.I stared at her in disbelief, my mind racing. Did she really think that? Did she not see how frail the threads of our past were, how easily they could snap? “You really think this is ‘working things out’?” I replied, incredulous. “When you’re done screwing Carlos, you can call me to continue the conversation.”Carlos shifted beside me, his jaw tightening. “Stop,” he said, his voice low and commanding.I raised an eyebrow, feigning ignorance. “Stop what, exactly? Being honest? Or are you saying I should stop calling out your bullshit?”Lisa shifted uncomfortably, her confident smile faltering as she glanced between us. The atmosphere was charged with tension, her earlier joy dissolving into a thin veneer of awkwardness. “Maybe I should just- -”Pachi stepped out from the back
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