Lucretia stirred on the big, cozy bed and slowly opened her eyes to the new environment. As she looked around the large room, bits and pieces from last night replayed in her mind. Slowly at first, then all at once. Her cheeks heated up when she remembered the filthy things they had said and done in the room. The coldness in his voice when he spoke to her at first, the roughness of his touch that set her soul ablaze, his deep and vicious thrusts, the pleasure and pain mixed, the warmth in his eyes, and his promises! In the end, she succumbed to him, crying and screaming her lungs out. Does that mean they were now a couple? She wondered, staring at the closer door. No, she immediately dismissed the thought. They were not a couple. She was just his new toy to play with until he found another more interesting one. A man like Enzo had no regard for commitments or love. He didn't even know what those things were. All he knew was how to get whatever he wanted, use, and dump them whenever
•••🏴☠️ THE CAPITAL 🏴☠️••• "Welcome, gentlemen!" Alfonso greeted from the head of the table, his eyes moving from one man to another. They were six in number and looked deadly with the different scars and tattoos covering up their bodies from head to toe. One of the men grunted in response and turned to whisper to the man sitting next to him. He nodded in return and glared at Alfonso before turning to whisper to the next person. They continued that way while Alfonso remained quiet. He didn't utter a word or try to interfere. Instead, he sat still, watching each of them and taking notes of their movements. The room was dimly lit and filled with strong smoke from different pipes and cigarettes. The atmosphere was cold and unsettling too. One who was not strong enough could not stand in there firmly, let alone, speak. "Where is Padrino?" Donovan, the oldest man in the room growled. He had a deadly scar running underneath his eyes and down the side of his face. "We requested a meeti
"Two lovebirds?" "Yes. You two have tainted every corner, every wall, every table, and every chair in there" Rosana's cheeks heated up in embarrassment as realization slammed into her. The two lovebirds Carmencita mentioned were Sergio and herself! They had countlessly f*cked around on every surface in the library, starting from the tables. "I... Um..." She paused and laughed awkwardly, remembering the different times and different positions. "I am sorry, that was not my intention. Sergio... He, um... You know..." "You do not need to explain yourself, my dear, you two can do whatever you want as long as it makes you happy and at peace with one another!" She smiled and nudged her towards the stairs. "Go on. You need a warm bath and a good rest" ***** After taking a warm bath, Rosana got out of the bathroom and rushed after the food Viola had served. Within a couple of minutes, she had cleared up everything and was filled up. She decided to work a bit before going to bed. "There i
"I wanna f*ck you with those heels" Tonight, he was going to f*ck her and not make love to her. Despite his cold authoritative tone, her core clenched and wetness shamelessly coated her thighs. The cool air in the room created goosebumps all over her burning flesh as chills ran down her spine. There was a dark aura around him. It was something inexplicably black and evil and cruel that screamed danger. But that didn't stop her nîpples from puckering, straining, and demanding to be touched. Even with the bloød stains all over him, she was dripping wet. Arousal gathered low in her stomach, and her pûssy heated and throbbed knowingly. Sergio watched her the entire time with a dark, predatory gleam. From her long slender legs to her shaved pûssy which he knew was dripping wet for him. He didn't need to spread her wide open just to figure that out. His eyes moved up to her flat stomach and curvilinear waist, then they settled on her bre@sts which were round and fuller than the last tim
Cupping her hips, he pressed deeper into her. Three more vicious thrusts and her org@sm hit her with a power she hadn't felt before — sharp, deep, and violent. Her back arched as she convulsed around him, her moans slowly bleeding into a scream.Sergio came afterward, shuddering and emptying himself inside her. By the time he was done, her legs were wobbling and she couldn't even stand properly. What made matters worse were the heels he had f*cked her in the whole time.Rosana immediately dropped to her knees, her lungs burning with the need for air. She collapsed weakly on the ground and lay there with her eyes shut. By the time Sergio finished fixing his clothes, she was fast asleep. He took off his suit and covered her n@ked body before carrying her out of the room gently. When he got to their room, he dropped her on the bed and planted a kiss on her forehead. He pulled away and made to take off his clothes but she held him back."I missed you!" She muttered and opened her eyes slo
"I do not need anything. Leave!" Sergio finally responded and continued what he was doing. "How... How have you been, Master?" She asked again and walked further into the room with shaky legs. Going after Sergio wasn't an easy task but she still had to do it. Over the past months, she had been working hard for this day. She had practiced her speech, built her confidence, and was ready for him but the moment she got into the room, her body went cold and her limbs felt weak. The deadly look in his eyes had shattered her to pieces and left her trembling from the inside out."Have you... Been feeding well?" That was a stupid question but she still asked. The air in the room was tense. His silence was another deadly weapon too."I... I..." I miss you! She wanted to say but then she bit her lips and swallowed it down. "What do you want, Vicenta?" Sergio groaned and looked up at her.You... She responded in her mind. "I... I..." Goddamn it, where was her voice? Where was her ability to spe
Chills ran down her spine, accompanied by a burst of adrenaline. Even with how sore she felt, her p*ssy still clenched and throbbed at the sound of his voice. His touch... The warmth in his eyes... His scent filled her nostrils and did funny things to her stomach. "Time to take a shower" Sergio announced and took his fingers off her. Rosana mourned the loss of his warm touch but didn't utter a word. She tried to get up from the bed but he stopped her. "I will take care of you" "I can take care of myself" "Of course you can" He smirked and looked down at her legs. "But I am not sure they agree with you. I think they are out of commission" "And guess who is responsible for that" "No one else but me, Bambolina" He smirked and picked her up from the bed in a bridal style. He took her into the bathroom and placed her gently inside the bathtub. "What are you doing?" She asked when he took off his t-shirt and made for his pants. "Taking care of you" She gulped hard and tried not to d
Lucretia woke up with a beautiful smile on her face and proceeded to take a shower. That was one of the few mornings she woke up feeling extremely happy and relaxed. The last time she felt this way was on her graduation morning, five years ago when she received her admission letter into college. Sadly, the happiness was short-lived because that was the same day she was taken by Grasso's men. That was the same day she was turned into a s*x slave. She erased the sad thoughts from her mind and started taking her bath.It was a surprise she could still walk properly after the ordeal Enzo had put her through the previous night. After they left the clubhouse, he had taken her to one of the famous Italian Cuisines where they had lunch together and later drove around town. They got back home in the evening but Enzo had to leave for an important meeting.When he returned at midnight, he took a cool shower and joined her on the bed, filling her up with his cøck from behind. He was slow and gent
Enzo's mind reeled, struggling to process the revelation. The past and present collided, threatening to upend everything—the secrets she'd kept, the lies she'd told, and the truths she'd hidden, partially exposed. What more could she have hidden from him?Rio, oblivious to the turmoil raging within Enzo, happily jumped up from his seat. "Catch me if you can!" Then, he ran off.Enzo, familiar with the game, stood up and ran after him, trying to catch him. The sun-drenched playground echoed with Rio's laughter as they chased after each other. Suddenly, Rio's eyes sparkled with excitement, and he waved enthusiastically."Mammà! My Mammà is here!" As Enzo's gaze followed him, his blood ran cold. Frozen in place, he watched as Lucretia walked towards the playground, her strides elegant, as always. She scanned the playground and once she found Rio, she smiled softly. "There you are!" The boy sprinted toward her with a ball in hand. "Mammà, come see! I made a new friend, he saved me from
Rio stepped out of the room, his small frame trembling. He had watched the scene unfold through the window and though he hadn't seen everything, he knew the unknown man had saved him. He had defeated the bad man who now lay motionless on the ground.Enzo, sensing his presence, shifted his gaze from the lifeless man. His eyes locked on Rio and for a moment, he froze. Those eyes... They were identical to Lucretia's, deep green.His expression faltered as a flicker of emotion crossed his face. The resemblance was uncanny—the same deep green that had haunted him for months. Memories came flooding back, but he locked them away and hardened his expression."Are you okay?" He asked and Rio nodded, taking small steps forward. "You should not be out here""Yes. Nana Silvana said to stay inside, but then, the bad man came." Nana Silvana? Enzo had thought the woman was the boy's mother. "You are safe now.""And the... And the bad man?"Enzo's expression softened. "He will never harm you again,
"Once I'm gone, lock the door from the inside," Silvana instructed Rio, her expression serious. "Do not go outside. Do you understand?""Yes, Nana." He nodded solemnly."Remember, do not open the door for anyone except your Mammà or me." "Yes, Nana," Rio replied, his brows furrowed with concern. "Is Mammà alright? I saw bruises on her face this morning"Silvana's face softened. Despite Lucretia's attempt to hide from the boy, he had noticed the bruises anyway. "She is... alright, dear, you do not have to worry about her. That is why you must stay safe inside and keep the door locked. I will be back in no time"With a reassuring smile, Silvana departed and Rio obediently did as instructed, his mind filled with worry. His mother's changed behavior troubled him and the fact that she wasn't herself anymore. The past few months had been filled with hushed conversations between Aunt Silvana and his mother who often whispered of "Paying the price" and that "He's coming for her." Rio could
NEXT MORNING~Lucretia stood at her kitchen sink, bracing herself against the cool countertop. The trembling of her hands subsided slowly as she gripped the edge of the sink, her head bowed in exhaustion. She couldn't sleep the whole night as the image of the men who had attacked her kept flashing in her mind, including the mysterious man who had saved her. Her thoughts swirled, reliving the terror of the alley. Each memory triggered a fresh wave of fear that made her stomach churn. She retched, but nothing came up. Her fingers instinctively went to the tender skin of her neck where Domingo had gripped her and she winced at the haunting memories it brought back.Enzo should've killed her at once, instead of letting her live. She had felt the life draining out of her when he encircled his fingers on her throat, but then his hands had fallen limp as he slipped away.Attempting to calm her racing heart, she forced herself to breathe deeply. If not for the mysterious stranger, she'd be g
"No, it isn't!" Lucretia gritted and darted towards the narrow gap between two dumpsters. Before she could make it through, she was grasped by the hair and tossed harshly to the ground."Always thinking you're fucking smart" Domingo laughed and walked over to where she was now struggling to raise herself from the ground. He crouched in front of her and grasped her hair, pulling her head backward so she was now looking into his face."But you're not!" He added and landed a hard slap on her face that sent her back to the ground."What the fuck do you want from me?!?""From you? Oh, everything!" He replied languidly and grasped hair one more time."Why? I did as you fucking asked!""That's what I thought. Until I found out the mission was unsuccessful, you fucking failed" He responded and smacked her on the cheek once more. "And he is alive!"Lucretia spat our blood as she struggled to get up from the ground. "He's fucking dead, I saw it, you saw it. Unless you were fucking blind"Domin
The leather strap cracked against Alberto's back, the sound echoing through the room. His cries were all that was heard, his pleas for mercy drowned out by the relentless cracking of the belt. "You should have taken the throne," Sergio repeated, each word punctuated by another strike. His expression remained impassive, his eyes glinting with cold intensity.In rapt silence, the men who had been ordered out of the meeting room and the soldiers watched, witnessing Alberto's public downfall. They all knew Sergio was merely toying with him. An actual fight would've ended in minutes, with Alberto broken and covered in bruises. But instead of using his fists, the Don had chosen to wield his belt as a tool of discipline.The measured strikes, the steady pace, and Sergio's unruffled demeanor served as a potent reminder of his unshakable power and authority. This wasn't about vengeance, neither was it a punishment. It was a deliberate showcase of his supremacy."Please... forgive me! I am you
•••TWO WEEKS LATER••• ☠️🏴☠️THE CAPITAL🏴☠️☠️The door to the meeting room swung open, and Sergio walked in, his presence grasping attention. He was dressed in a perfectly tailored black suit, his shirt crisp and white, his tie knotted to perfection. But it wasn't his impeccable attire that drew the eye. It was the cold aura that swirled around him like a dark cloud.As he entered, the room seemed to grow colder, the air thickening with an almost discernable sense of fear. The mafia members, dressed in tailored suits, felt a shiver run down their spines as their hearts raced in unison.Hastily, they scrambled to their feet with their heads bowed in terror and their eyes fixed on the floor. Not a sound was made and not a muscle twitched, as they froze in place. Sergio's gaze swept the room, his eyes lingering on each member. His face remained calm, but his eyes burned with an icy intensity that seemed to pierce the very souls of those before him.With deliberate slowness, he made
"It's a miracle!" The Doctor exclaimed, snapping him out of his thoughts. "The Don is awake, and we owe it to these two little champions"A sudden shiver ran down his spine, as though a cold breeze had swept through the room. But it wasn't the temperature that caused the shiver—it was the unmistakable sensation of being watched.He could feel a pair of eyes digging into his back, boring into his skin. The sensation was familiar, yet it sent a trail of shivers down his spine. Without turning around, Sergio listened to the Doctor who continued talking. As Sergio finally turned to face the room, his breath hitched in his throat. His eyes locked onto Rosana's, and time seemed to stand still. She was standing just a few feet away, her teary blue eyes fixed on him with an intensity that made his heart skip a beat. The children were with her, but his gaze was drawn only to Rosana—his Bambolina.In that moment, nothing else mattered. Not the questions, not the doubts, not the fears. All that
In the depths of Sergio's subconscious, he had heard a faint whisper that echoed through the darkness. It was a soft, insistent voice, a gentle tug on the seams of his mind."Papà!""Daddy, wake up!" "We want you to eat lunch with us!"The voice was like a ray of sunlight, piercing the fog that shrouded his awareness. His subconscious stirred, ever so slightly, as the twins' words resonated deep within him. The voice grew louder, urgent, and more like a chorus."Please, Daddy, wake up! We miss you! We miss sharing your favorite sandwich with you!"Sergio's subconscious began to stir, like a sleeping giant awakening from a deep slumber. Memories of laughter, sunny days, and family meals together began to surface, tantalizingly out of reach.The twins' voices grew more insistent, piercing the veil of his unconsciousness. "Daddy, we love you! Come back to us!"At that moment, something shifted deep within his mind. A spark of recognition. As he slowly emerged from the darkness, it felt