Diana“Do what you do best Dragon. -I said biting the favorite place between his tattoos and his shoulder. - Master this animal that wants your blood.He flashes a bright smile showing the broken fang, the dried blood between his beard, and not even the bruises on his face that can detract from his beauty.“You can't kill every bitch I've ever fucked out of jealousy. - It seems that saying that word makes you proud.Just stoking my anger, I pull his hair throwing the weight against his body reversing our positions sitting on his cock angrily, making the sound of our flesh clashing dominate the environment.With my hands resting against his chest, I scratch everything I see in search of orgasm at the same time that I want to expel all this strange feeling that he aroused with one sentence.His hands squeeze my hips, making our movements faster I feel the tremor going down my body reaching my belly.I scream furiously as he rises, cutting off the pleasure, taking everything throwing me
DianaI convinced Dragon to go talk to his brothers in the jacket as night began to fall, taking every minute in a slow pleasure loaded with anticipation in undoing a few more memories from my mind, intoxicated by so many sensations that mix in the darkness in which I was forged. pleasure amid pain, so dirty and completely unavoidable.Sitting on the sofa in the small living room, with the lights coming in through the huge window illuminating the bed crumpled by the scattered sheets, counting each minute as a silent prayer, waiting for Hunter to call me to go face to face with yet another infernal tormentor, I feel the weight of the past climbing once more up the spine like a snake slithering in search of prey.Closing my eyes I can still remember the scent of the De Angelis brothers' perfume, their laughter next to Stefano's teasing, the pain of the scar on the collarbone reverberating through the body along with the despair when feeling the bites on the breasts, so many things hidde
Diana— It's the only floor without cameras, without soldiers and with digital release of the private elevator. – I answered the silent question.“Looks like your brother had already prepared.The door opened, releasing access to the elevator that for Gia's soldiers was just his.“Let's just say Giacomo is the type who likes to have some bloody fun when he's bored.I cracked a smile at the simplistic explanation, the reality being that our older brother is a sick bastard of blood, pain and terror. He doesn't feel satisfied until he destroys the psychology of his enemies to make matters worse. The daily tasks offered by Sartori require a quick resolution, increasing the frustration of the psychopathic executor.I watch the numbers tick by indicating each floor going straight to the penthouse, when he bought this building he intended to use a single floor just for that, until one of Don's chagrins wanted to prove the worst part of my brother.Jackson, being a born tracker, convinced him
DragonBelongingIt's the only thing I've been able to think about for the last few hours, the dark eyes devoid of sparkle but full of coldness, Diana would kill anyone, was the first certainty I had, and as much as a newfound part screamed to run another was delighted with each scream as she seared his fingers with her cigarette.It was as if they understood what was going through my mind, each of the little girl's three brothers allotting nonjudgmental understanding glances at every turn.I felt the moment like a final hammer blow which she demonstrates in every look and touch, of being part of the family. I was never a saint, in the war, we did a lot of shit but nothing like this, I would like to say that I feel disgusted with the feeling of belonging to something in the mafia, the family as it is called, however, there is no resentment, no doubt of belonging to this smiling woman having spent the last three hours in total.I walked back to the club in deep silence, trying to under
hunterI walked downstairs suspiciously like a criminal, I laughed shamelessly inside my mind at the thought of shit, that's what I'm a fucking criminal who now betrays his own because a spoiled son of a bitch broke the laws of our ancestors and his father covering up every one of your shit.The responsibility for punishing Stefano should be on the Don…. That's how it's always been, son or not, relative or not, within the mafia no one should break the law.I still remember how Antonio Costello punished us for even pronouncing our disagreement with some law. It is not up to us to change only to obey, even knowing that he could change Enrico Sartori only protected his son, the rest of the mafia in Italy would not see with good eyes what he did with his wife.I've had this building for years for business and every person living in rent here has their lives turned upside down with accurate investigations, it was my right choice to put them here, so I won't risk any early recognition, time
Giulia De AngelisI can't sleep, the sounds of thunder in the dark of the room next to the cold causing my hands to tremble from fear, I try again to take a deep breath hiding my face under the covers but the sound rumbling through the walls fills everything inside my heart with fear. Even though I know I shouldn't, I put the sheet down, taking advantage of the moment of silence, and I get up slowly, turning on the lamp next to me at the same time that lightning cuts through the sky, lighting up the bedroom window, despair rises my spine along with the desire to run. crying in my parent's room.I seek strength in my weak legs remembering all the times I heard mom saying I'm already a girl for turning ten so I take a deep breath get out of bed, putting on the fluffy kitten slippers, I pray they don't get upset for hitting the bedroom door at this time, the sound of another thunder rumbles making my legs weak.I run to the opening door, looking at all sides of the corridor and at the en
I touched up the translucent powder on my face, resting my hands on the piece of furniture, knowing what had to be done, it was necessary. I got up from the bench, thanking for the absence of pain, I held the box, placing it inside the rectangular gold Gucci bag, walking with firm steps to the closet, analyzing the heels intact, and the dresses organized, how can I be so ungrateful when so many people wish they had only the what to eat while I have it all... it's just a small price to pay. A young girl shouldn't cry for anything Giulia. My mother's voice reverberates through my mind remembering one of her teachings, but Could it be that my crying is for no reason? I walk in firm steps out of the closet putting the unfair thoughts back in the back of my mind, pulling the scent of roses for the last time, opening the bedroom door holding the doorknob in search of strength. I close my eyes praying this will be easy, God knows I need something easy these last few years, I've given al
Giulia De Angelis I close my eyes trying to concentrate my thoughts on a single objective, there is no possibility of marrying anyone or forming a family.Dirty that way like any other."Now you can turn around Giulia"- I wake up the derogatory thoughts with a serious voice.A little apprehensive, I turn and look more closely at the large room with the infamous empty black sofa, the panoramic view of the city through a huge glass wall, and the huge man leaning against a black glass table wearing a tailored suit that highlights his muscular legs.I'm trapped under the heavy gaze doing a meticulous analysis seeking to see all my sins.I suck in a breath trying to lessen the heat that spreads through my cheeks at the dirty memory of the sounds he made with the girl, I open the small bag pulling out the velvet box."I came to return this." - I push the words out by stretching my hand with the object.I lower my face too embarrassed, looking at the well-polished luxury dress shoes with a
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