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
As I sat on the edge of the bed with Nathan, the soft glow of the lamp casting a warm light over us, my phone buzzed. I glanced down and saw a message from Pachi."Don Chappo wants to see me," I said, breaking the comfortable silence.Nathan looked up from his tablet, his expression calm yet attentive. "He’s probably very pleased with how you handled the situation with the Stones." He paused, studying my face as if reading the mix of emotions there. "You can go see him in the morning. No need to rush."I nodded, relieved that Nathan didn’t seem alarmed by the message. But there was something else weighing on my mind, something I knew I needed to tell him before the night went on. I shifted, pulling my legs up beneath me, facing him fully.“There’s something else I need to talk to you about,” I said quietly.Nathan raised an eyebrow, sensing the shift in my tone. He set his tablet aside and gave me his full attention. “What is it?”I took a deep breath, steadying myself. “I had an inci
Walking into Don Chappo’s office, I could feel the tension in the air, though I kept my expression neutral. Nathan had insisted I bring bodyguards, and they were waiting just outside. But, as always, Don Chappo preferred private discussions, and I found myself standing in the dimly lit room with just him.The Don sat behind his massive oak desk, leaning back in his chair with a half-smile as I entered. "You’re becoming quite the force to be reckoned with," he said, his voice smooth but carrying an underlying edge. "Nathan’s lucky to have you on his side."I didn’t respond immediately, taking a seat across from him. His eyes followed my movements, assessing, calculating. "What did you want to discuss, Don Chappo?" I asked, cutting through the pleasantries.He chuckled, the sound deep and unsettling. "Straight to business. I like that." He leaned forward, resting his elbows on the desk. "I’m having... difficulties with a few of my bankers. They’re being more difficult than usual about s
As I headed back to the office, my phone buzzed in my pocket. Glancing down, I saw a message from Don Chappo. My stomach tightened as I opened it, wondering what more he could want after that tense meeting.The message was short but loaded with weight: "Look after Nathan. His family wants him dead."I stared at the screen, my mind racing. Why hadn’t he told me this in person, when I was right there with him? Why drop something this heavy over a text? It didn’t make sense, unless there was more going on behind the scenes, more than I realized. This was the second time he had said this.The thought sent a shiver down my spine. Nathan’s family… wanting him dead? It is not as if I have not heard it before, but I couldn’t wrap my mind around it fully, because the gravity of the situation hit me like a punch to the gut or I would say I am not fully involved.The car sped down the highway, but my thoughts moved even faster. I couldn’t shake the feeling that something big was coming, somethin
As I walked into the room, my mind was racing with the weight of the information Pachi had shared. I had to tell Nathan everything and make him understand that danger was lurking closer than he realized. But when I tried to speak, the words seemed to fall flat. Nathan, leaning casually against the wall, didn’t seem alarmed. His calmness in the face of everything was both infuriating and disarming.“Nathan, I’m serious,” I said, trying to emphasize the urgency. “You’re in danger. Your family, Don Chappo, the Stones, everyone’s playing their hand, and it’s all pointing at you.”He walked over to me slowly, his eyes studying me, but not with concern. There was something deeper and more intimate. Before I could say another word, his hands gently moved to the buttons of my shirt, unfas
Nathan’s hand was warm on my back as we weaved through the dancing crowd. The music pulsed around us, lights flashing, but our mission held a weight all its own. He wanted to see Steve with his own eyes, confirm the shadows of suspicion lingering around us.“Stay close,” he whispered, his voice smooth but sharp, as though he were already preparing for whatever game Steve might be playing. We cut through the crowd toward the central floor, weaving between dancers and bodies swaying in time to the heavy bass. Then, suddenly, there they were, right in front of us like the universe had orchestrated some twisted meeting.Carlos and Lisa.Lisa’s smile was unmistakable, that smug look she wore whenever she thought she held the upper hand. Carlos turned, and his face flashed with surprise, then satisfaction. They had seen us, just as we’d stumbled upon them. And they weren’t going anywhere.“Well, look who’s slumming it on the dance floor,” Lisa sneered, her voice slicing through the heavy mu
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