DianaI leave the bathroom drying my hair feeling the lecherous look on my ass, my mind confused by the conversation shining like a motel sign, the statement along with his jealousy, and then the acceptance of two small parts that live outside of me.I collapsed out of control trapped in his arms without a word, he just understands and that's so much more than I can handle, much more than I'm willing to admit to my guilty conscience.I wear a shirt of his going straight to the kitchen, getting the eggs from the fridge I start to prepare something to eat, it was almost seven hours thinking that he had died in that explosion, the changes in plans and the despair reverberating in my crazy mind.When the coroner finally claimed to be a woman and a man in their twenties, I felt my heart beating calmly, cold, cruel, and calculating again, just for the certainty that that man would be alive, a single piece of news capable of minimizing the death of two other people.Meanwhile, Gia tried to c
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