Dragon Fury is a constant amidst the frustration of always being permeated by this intense pain from the past, the memories of the hot sand against your face under the scorching sun making adrenaline run free through your body when you receive the order to pull the trigger. It's so It's disturbing to feel how something is terribly wrong, maybe it's the need for adrenaline or the hatred running through your veins, but finding Fort George full of Italians scattered around corners is not a good sight. Since we set up the club, we have shared the city under the control of the Italian mafia, it was difficult to conquer a space, but we were not going to leave behind the gringos. Gradually they realized that having an outlaw biker club in the city draws more attention from the police than the many scattered drug points or the bodies that appear without hands or eyes. This week, one of the Italian families placed an order for weapons so large that I imagine they are preparing for a war. Now,
Dragon I was surprised because the two girls looked identical except for one with pink streaks and the other with blue streaks and a very serious guy would be there, if it were not for drugs or weapons they must be prostitutes. I turned around on the stool to better observe the dogs, and maybe pay for a trio of work, the one with the pink hair seems to be trying to convince the other of something. Their light skin contrasts with their black hair and at the same time makes them look like fucking Snow White. "I'll buy the round!" Tip yelled after me, I looked over my shoulder at him. "You're going to like the show." The girl with pink locks opened a wide smile that seems to convince the other, and jumped up, arriving at the tip held out two microphones. I rolled my eyes at the brother and watched the girl who went up on stage watching the work in full, her short black hair with blue streaks highlighted against a long-sleeved black sweater, the collar covering her thin neck while exal
Dragon The two finished, I watched her eyes open slowly and inhale heavily as if she had unloaded a burden with the music, something my brother was much better at than I did, they got off the small stage and walked towards the counter for a moment. I thought she would come towards me, but she only reached out to take the glass of beer, the desire to hear her voice a little longer took over my head, and I ended up opening my mouth as soon as the small woman turned around. — Hey, blue — She stopped looking at me over her shoulder, and I ended up saying the first shit that came into my head under the dark gaze — Another round on me if I come up to sing another song. The brother behind the counter raised his brow curiously, not giving him any thought, I watched the girl turn around with a narrowed gaze. — Two beers for them – She nodded towards the two at the table, eyeing us curiously — And one of those for me. I raised my eyebrow at the unusual request for the Whiskey that was in th
Diana An absolute power over the growing cold amidst all the scars, desire building in every bristling hair, one had to beware of something this size, tall, strong, and vibrant-eyed, burning in every note ringing against the vocal cords, filling the gaps. darkest parts of my soul yet there he was seeping through every word, breathing every note and drinking the whole melody to himself. I shake my head dazedly. We arrived at the apartment, unable to ignore the look of the two over my back any longer, not understanding what had happened. I wasn't even able to understand what happened, maybe it was the alcohol, admitting anything else is the same as looking forward to trouble. In such a corrupted person the descent into hell seems to be nice with that man wearing only a leather jacket and a pair of worn jeans, it was the reason for my breakdown. A body all worked out, sweaty and exuding danger, after all, I'm probably going to turn into a masochist. I watched him from the moment he go
Diana "Is it a horse or are you trying to say something?" - I let out with the abused tone I acquired in the last few days. Not in the least offended by the words and seeming to receive an endorsement, he asked: — I needed to release that soon to the president of the Mc – He turned around putting his eagle eyes on me — If you want to fuck with the plan, you could have said that you are Italian too. I rolled my eyes even though I knew he was right, I could have lost everything and our heads are not futile things to get lost in a slip, for a moment I wanted things in my life to be less complicated. "Do you think he's going to raise questions?" - I already knew the answer and still, I expected to hear the opposite. “Men like that like the hunt, that's all you gave him. I snorted remembering how I have experience with this type knowing that for the next few days, I would have to avoid leaving the house, great more days without sleep. "I'm glad I'm not prey anymore," I blurted into
Giácomo Three days ago Hunter went to the apartment to take some things and so far he hasn't come back, he just called saying he needed to resolve some matters, which piqued my curiosity, after all, it's usually Jack who disappears. I haven't seen him since last week when he declared, “if I have to get married, then I'm going to enjoy my last single moments in a dignified way”. The whore must be in some whorehouse or driving some poor thing crazy, I watched the redhead between my legs with her mouth full trying to do her best, the last month's problems have taken away my pleasure dried to my fucking man. honorable to a rat in the middle of the sewer. I leaned my head on the black leather sofa, bringing my hand to my red hair, squeezing so that the secretary of the month could distract my mind, I rolled my eyes feeling his tongue pass through a vein. “Someone is knocking on the door. - Smiling, the girl took her mouth off my dick making a snap. “Keep going,” I stated, watching her
Giacomo I feel the strong pulse in my jugular completely different from any other sensation caused by women who have come and gone in my life because a little angel with blond hair and innocent eyes stole all my obsession for you. I sigh, lost between my lies and truths caused by sensations… — Because I always watched you beautiful and far away knowing that I would never be worthy of being your husband, and now that that possibility exists – I exhale forcing the words to continue coming out — If you accept, my wife will be part of me, Bella. How could I not care about your opinion? I run the back of my fingers down her cheek feeling her need to have someone ease her pain, someone to provide her with something I'm not even sure I'm capable of offering in her expressive eyes the uncertainty shining through and some other feeling, she gave an I step forward joining our bodies, the shiver rose to the back of my neck, holding my breath and leaving my shoulders tense as a mechanism to not
Giácomo With a small nod, I quickly turned my back before I changed my mind seeing the tension in her shoulders, I ran my hand down her belly, pressing my lips to her ear. “I'll only give you pleasure beautiful” - I tried to reassure her. Kissing her left shoulder gently, feeling her fear being replaced by desire, I intertwined our loose hands placing them on the wall I kissed her flushed cheek listening to her sigh, and ran my left hand down her hip, caressing the soft skin under the dress with every inch I explore. With my balls almost bursting with desire, but focused on fulfilling the promise, I inhaled her scent seeing her body trembling and I took the moment to cover her panties with my hand, scared she tried to pull away and only managed to roll on my dick, eliciting a groan mutual. I started the caress slowly feeling the fabric wet, bringing the tip of the finger to the place of my desire, making small and slow circles, watching Giulia lose her modesty in my arms moaning so
Giulia CostelloThis electricity that's been building between us since we've worked things out is so perfect that I feel as if the big man at six foot four, with an extension of mine, our eyes silently meet and our minds seem to agree on every perversity and damn. I feel so much more powerful than any Disney princess, my man is not a charming prince and he is capable of anything for me.That's why he doesn't stop for a single second when he takes my mouth with pleasure inside the hospital room, with the villain of my story trapped in a bed in the same way he was trapped, without voice, without strength at the mercy of his will. I should be disgusted, angry, or repudiated but all I can feel is my pussy getting more and more wet with the desire to cause even a fraction of the pain it caused me.The vision of your perfect princess, falling apart in the arms of your foe.I lose my thoughts when Giacomo bites his lower lip.- If you want to do this, be with me.- He whispers.- I want to, b
Giacomo CostelloI hold tight to the tiny, shivering body, nuzzling the golden locks loving the scent of lavender mixed with my soap some soldiers were unable to look at the mangled body inside the box I sent Giovanni as a gift, my Bella's wife had a brilliant idea filling my chest with pride to see my rose blooming into beautiful black petals. I managed to fix the thought of playing our game even with the concern in the face of fear for the kidnapping of Bianca, Theo, and Tip in the same way that they arrived invading the door of the apartment together with Diana gone crazy, they returned to Texas in the jet to be ready at the very moment that Giovanni opened his mouth with something useful, the unfortunate man did nothing but gloat over dinner. However, what a surprise to feel the small hand smoothing my suit, and when I got into the car to follow Enrico with Giuseppe at the wheel, I found the damn cell phone in the inside pocket. Not even Diana had been able to imagine such an end
Giacomo CostelloMy little angel seems to have a vein ready to be corrupted and I'm a lucky bitch to be chosen to mold it, Giovanni's soldiers were all taken to headquarters, the youngest's body dumped in a vacant lot like fuck of the traitor he was considered.The towers of the Don begin to fall, and the men of the council find out about the trafficking of women, of course, with a little help in painting Vincenzo as a traitor, they are suspiciously spreading like ants without a queen. Shaking off the strength of the man with the arrogant look who pretends to know nothing, calling the Sicilian chiefs for help, I am left wondering how and where he is hiding everyone else's money or if we need to exterminate everyone.Her small hands bring me back to the present in the white hallway needing to go with Don untied my wife, but not before whispering in her ear.- Remind me to steal you a fucking Oscar, little one.Just as the sparkle appears in his eyes, as we move away from the women who
Giulia CostelloWhen the two men entered the apartment, interrupting our lunch, the idea formed as quickly as I dared to do it, so now sitting in the luxury restaurant that Giovanni loves so much, I cross my legs confidently as I have never been able to feel in all these years. The microphone is hidden in the small pendant, I lift the glass taking a sip of the water, I look at the entrance and there is a pair of sky blue eyes shining with confidence, pompous, proud, and arrogant.As I spoke aloud what I intended, I sorely expected to feel remorse, and pity for conspiring against my brother, the father of my daughter. But he was never that, always being the jailer of my prison inside the high walls built to feed his ego, the well-cut suit showing the muscles under the gray fabric, the dress pants showing the long, thick legs, a beautiful painting to hide the true face.I open a perfect smile when I see him sit down calling the waiter to take the order, holding the bile from the sickeni
Giácomo I feel the small body turning, the sensitive breasts rubbing letting all her arousal free as the small hand stays firm with mine over her heart the other rises tracing every curve of the mask I wear to hide my demons.The soft fingers tugging at the skin of her lower lip, enticing the beast to adore every sharp detail of her, the silent words trapped in my mouth that may never be spoken but that only she seems to understand and see beneath the lies and farce, the smiles and looks, my little angel.- You are mine and I am your Gia, we belong and complete each other. - I hold my breath with her fingers slipping into my mouth, biting the tip earning her moan. - Your thirst for revenge is mine, and all the blood that will be spilled in the middle of this war will be in our hands.- Bella… - I sigh the notion of the burden she is willing to carry is too great for someone who has already been so hurt. - It is not necessary.I am silenced by the fingers releasing the lips quickly be
Giacomo CostelloI sat in the wooden chair admiring the depraved body so destroyed the blood running from the cut ears bathe, pieces of skin rotting the muscles exposed to the dirt of the place.- I don't know what to do. - My sister breaks the silence. - Having the pleasure of torturing you more or having the pleasure of knowing that Giovanni will do that job.A wide smile spreads across her pale face.- He would never kill me.- After receiving our video fucking like two animals in heat? - I speak slowly, loving the fear showing through. - He advanced my marriage.- Brother, I prefer to have this pleasure, remember that Vikings episode?I open a smile at the decision, getting up from the chair in slow steps, I admire the piece of furniture without doors displaying a complete arsenal for torture, I choose a scalpel with a 5 mm blade. I go back in front of him, straining against the marked muscles causing sharp screams, I take two steps back watching her steps positioning herself from
Giulia Costello“Is this baby mine?” 🇧🇷 His snarled words were enough to raise the barriers around him, and when he asked about denying it to my brothers I was unable to say anything more than "It's my fault."Since then, he has just left the apartment for another one a few floors below, denying any visit from Giovanni, leaving only Antonella to appear to have a cinema moment with me. of the trapped man, feeling the smile dying before the memories of the last few weeks, destroyed in just a single day, and in a single sentence the man was gone and the demon under the mask appeared.- You are an idiot.- What?- That's right little sister you're a fucking idiot.I felt the burning in my eyes with more tears forming, holding back the cries to avoid exhausting my baby.- I'm sorry Vincenzo, I should have done something.His mocking laugh filled the small spot raising the hairs on the back of my neck, I felt the chill run down my spine.- Once upon a time.- Brother save...- SHUT THE FU
Fifteen days after the kidnapping…..Giulia CostelloThe strong hand holds the left wrist without hesitating forcing my steps down the corridor, I went down the right hand to the belly wanting to protect the little being from all the hatred and pain caused by my choices.I breathed a little relieved as I passed through the library door losing hope at the same moment I met his dark eyes shot with fury the click of the door lock made all my hair stand on end.I wanted to say something, anything, but being prevented by the lump in my throat, realized that I was never wrong to choose my brothers.In front of the slow steps, I took a step backward, falling on my ass to the ground, letting out a murmur of pain, ignored by the father of my son. When I was close enough I lowered my head waiting.I looked up to meet his hard at the same time wounded as if he was disappointed, I turned a little more and realized that he had pushed aside the big armchair revealing a small wooden door with a lock
DianaI've been taking a deep breath looking at the people sitting inside Giacomo's apartment, a few more minutes and the floor will probably crack under my feet at the naivety of thinking they would do everything as planned. None of the four have said a word since we got here and Jackson has run off with the excuse of finding the man who's been shaking me.I need to kill and butcher and scream and get all this fury out and maybe that's why they're quiet, fear. The silence of my attitudes, my voice, my fury shuddering at each of the idiots who acted without talking to me.I walk out onto the fully open porch because my brother has had a temper tantrum and the tempered glass isn't ready yet. I snap my neck trying to organize my thoughts, Gia is about to open her mouth and I turn around raising an eyebrow that closes my mouth at the same time.I suck in a breath harder than necessary, feeling the pain invading my lungs with the effort, my fingertips numb, I grab the cell phone from the