Emilia~Gunshots continued to echoed through the air, as Martinez pulled me towards an available car at a distance. Every now and then, I'd look back to see Marcelo and his men firing back at the enemies.If these masked men were really from Donatello, then I was afraid Marcelo had more to be worried about. It's no wonder that he decided to stay back and fight. Hopefully, he's able to eliminate the threat his father poses on him tonight. Hopefully, this would be the final battle.We finally got to the car, and Martinez was quick to open up the door for me to enter. It was a situation of urgency, but I still found myself entering the car begrudgingly. I watched Martinez get rid off a few assailants, as he made his way over to the other side of the car. His blades tore through them like butter, as he appeared to do it so effortlessly.I kept my head beneath the windshield as I waited for him to get in the car, and he finally did. "Hang on!" He said to me, before turning on the car eng
Marcelo~Only a few minutes of a gruesome gun battle, and bodies were scattered everywhere. I had lost a good number of men, but we were somehow able to overpower our attackers.One of the mask men lay before me. He had been badly hurt, and I could hear him gasping for air. I took aim at him, before firing my gun and watching him go limp. I ended his misery instantly."Boss!" Andre, one of my men called my attention from behind me.His footsteps stopped just a few paces away from me, as I bent down to close the eyes of the lifeless man in front of me."We cleared them all out." Andre announced.I let out a sigh, before standing up to my full height. Reaching into my pockets for a cigar, I held it between my lips before lighting it for a puff. Andre remained silent the whole time, waiting for a response from me.I had sent Emilia away to safety, so her absence allowed me the opportunity to cut loose and let out my monstrous side on these assholes. It wasn't a sight that I was comfortab
Emilia~"I want out!" The words escaped my lips, as I stood before my husband. He looked up at me from his desk, and a sudden silence hung thickly in the air. I held my breath in anticipation of his response."What did you just say?" He finally asked, after what felt like a whole hour of uncomfortable silence.My lips trembled, as I watched him stand up from his seat. His jaw clenched, and his bloodshot eyes seemed to be daring me to repeat myself.Whatever debt my late parents owed, I believed I had already paid with my years of marriage to him. I couldn't continue with it anymore."I'm...done. I want out!" I said again, a little louder and firmer. This time, I slid some divorce papers onto his desk.Bronx suddenly burst out into a fit of hysterical laughter. I watched his whole body vibrate, as he tilted his head backwards to howl even louder, like this was the funniest thing he ever heard."You want out?" He asked, flashing me a yellow-toothed grin.I begun to slowly back away, a
Emilia~Gone was the dorky, playful, teenager I used to know. In his place was a brooding male, who exuded so much power and dominance. The last time I saw Marcelo was at his mother's funeral, here in Los Angeles. I heard he moved to Sicily, just the following week, and I never saw or heard from him ever since.Our parents used to be very close, and that was how we got to know each other in the first place. We were practically best friends, as we grew up together and even attended the same high school."How was your trip, Mr. Del Ponte?" My husband asked, breaking the long, awkward silence at the dinner table.I hadn't noticed how much I was staring, until Marcelo's eyes suddenly met mine, forcing me to look away. It was obvious he also recognized me, but chose to say nothing about it.He turned his gaze to my husband, who was sitting right beside me. The tension in the room seemed to get even thicker by the second."It was splendid. Right, boss?" One of the men who accompanied Marce
[A/N: Just a little reminder that this book is rated 18+, as there will be sexually explicit scenes that some readers may find disturbing. ]Marcelo~The constant pitter patter of rain drops against my window sill, was the only sound keeping me company, as I sat alone with my thoughts. Thoughts that revolved around a particularly interesting female.Emilia Anderson! She grew up to be a fucking goddess, one I'd love to worship on my bed.Those baby blue eyes and the sadness they seemed to hide, I couldn't get them out of my head. Not that I even wanted to, I've always had a thing for her.Taking a puff of my tobacco joint, I thought back to how stunning she looked in that red, evening dress. I bet she looks even better without it.The full swell of her plush lips, and her ripe, bodily curves that were out on full display. The things I would do to that body...How she ended up with such an asshole for a husband, was a total mystery to me. Why Bronx, of all people? It made no damn sense!
Emilia~"This might sting a little." Marcelo warned, as he held out an ointment to apply to my cut.His eyes held a lot of focus, as he inspected my injuries closely. It was almost laughable."It's okay. I'm used to it." I said, encouraging him to go on.I watched his jaw clench at my words. He was trying really hard to contain his anger, and I knew it. I saw it in his eyes.He looked like he wanted to say something at first, but decided against it."I promise, he isn't always like this." I blurted out, trying to break the uncomfortable silence.It was a lie though. Bronx had gone physical with me on more occasions than I could count. He just always has his ways of making me feel like it was all my fault.I knew he was probably combing through the city right now, in search of me. The thought of going back to my so-called husband, scared me a lot.Marcelo remained silent, as he worked on my wounds. He no longer had the angered expression on his face, making me wonder what was going on
Emilia~"You weren't supposed to see this!" His words rang in my ears, as I stared at the unmoving body of the man who used to be my husband.Marcelo murdered the only man who knew the whereabouts of my long lost sister. He took a man's life, and I bet he enjoyed doing it.Was this why he had his little gang of tattooed men around? Are they also in on this? Of course they were, they literally call him "Boss".I noticed that Bronx's lifeless body was tied to a chair. The scars and bruises all over him, were evidence that he was severely beaten and tortured, before a bullet was probably put in his head.Deciding I had seen enough, I turned around to put as much distance as I could, between myself and Marcelo. "Stay away from me, you fucking psycho!" I screamed, as I noticed him hot in my pursuit. Was he about to kill me too? Was I about to face the same fate as my husband? Tears streamed down my face, as I willed myself to run faster. I literally walked myself right into this one. I
Marcelo~She had seen my darkest side, a part of me I initially intended to keep from her. That was the perfect excuse for me to make her my prisoner. She belonged to me now."You look... stunning!" I said to her, as she stood in front of the mirror in a black, high-slit gown.Her brown hair was arranged in one messy bun, allowing unruly tendrils to cascade down her face.Her blue eyes met mine in the mirror, but she remained silent.Tonight we were attending a masquerade ball together, and I thought of it as the perfect opportunity to show her off as mine.I let my eyes roam the curves of her perfect, hourglass figure that was highly accentuated by her dress. One of my maids, Martha was still busy applying touches of makeup to her face, as she stood there."Leave us!" I said to Martha, who looked like she was about to protest, but thought better of it. Good for her!I waited till the latter was out of the room, before turning my full attention back on Emilia.She made to walk past m
Marcelo~Only a few minutes of a gruesome gun battle, and bodies were scattered everywhere. I had lost a good number of men, but we were somehow able to overpower our attackers.One of the mask men lay before me. He had been badly hurt, and I could hear him gasping for air. I took aim at him, before firing my gun and watching him go limp. I ended his misery instantly."Boss!" Andre, one of my men called my attention from behind me.His footsteps stopped just a few paces away from me, as I bent down to close the eyes of the lifeless man in front of me."We cleared them all out." Andre announced.I let out a sigh, before standing up to my full height. Reaching into my pockets for a cigar, I held it between my lips before lighting it for a puff. Andre remained silent the whole time, waiting for a response from me.I had sent Emilia away to safety, so her absence allowed me the opportunity to cut loose and let out my monstrous side on these assholes. It wasn't a sight that I was comfortab
Emilia~Gunshots continued to echoed through the air, as Martinez pulled me towards an available car at a distance. Every now and then, I'd look back to see Marcelo and his men firing back at the enemies.If these masked men were really from Donatello, then I was afraid Marcelo had more to be worried about. It's no wonder that he decided to stay back and fight. Hopefully, he's able to eliminate the threat his father poses on him tonight. Hopefully, this would be the final battle.We finally got to the car, and Martinez was quick to open up the door for me to enter. It was a situation of urgency, but I still found myself entering the car begrudgingly. I watched Martinez get rid off a few assailants, as he made his way over to the other side of the car. His blades tore through them like butter, as he appeared to do it so effortlessly.I kept my head beneath the windshield as I waited for him to get in the car, and he finally did. "Hang on!" He said to me, before turning on the car eng
Emilia~Everything happened so fast. One minute we were enjoying each other's company in the tranquil atmosphere of the night and the next, rapid sounds of gunfire filled the air. It was scary."Keep your head down!" Marcelo instructed me, as we hurriedly made our way towards the exit of the garden. Way to ruin a perfect date night!The gunshots persisted, even as I still couldn't see our assailants. It made me wonder how Marcelo knew the exact direction we should be running to.I could see a few of the waiters from earlier, as they were either running or trying to take cover. Everyone was thrown into a full blown panic mode, but somehow, Marcelo seemed to be calm.A person suddenly fell to the floor beside us, eliciting a terrified scream from me. I recognized the middle aged male to be a member of the band that performed for us this evening. His eyes were still open, but they were now lifeless. He had a gaping bullet wound in his head, and that image wasn't something to be shaken of
Marcelo~For too long I have lived with the delusion that I was no longer capable of loving anyone but myself. I was of the opinion that my father had wrung out any trace humanity in me, turning me into the cold, ruthless monster.Those were the lies I fed myself with, and it made me turn a blind eye towards the affection shown to me by the one person I needed it from; Emilia.I had always had a thing for her, even when we were just teenagers. I might have never admitted or said it out loud, but Emilia had always been my best friend. I could remember how even my late mother liked having her around. Everyone could see how much of a better person she made me... everyone except my dad.To him, she was a weakness, a diseased cell that needed to be rooted out of my life. My father's claws were wrapped around me for years and they changed the way I saw the world. However, one thing that remained constant in my life was my inability to stay away from Emilia.When I found her with Bronx, I kn
Emilia~"Marry me, Emilia!" Marcelo's words hung in the air, as everything around me seemed to come to a sudden halt. I was totally zoned out for some reason, and my lips couldn't form any word. Marcelo was now on one knee, a diamond ring in his outstretched hands, waiting for me to take. It would be way too easy for me to say yes to him. Hell! It was basically all I wanted to do right this moment, but for some reason, I was hesitating.What if he was only deciding to marry me now, because of the child I'm carrying? His sudden show of affection towards me should be a source of concern, right? What if it was all just a ploy to get me to lower my guard, to let him sneak through my final defenses.My mind went back to Martinez, how genuinely worried he was about tonight. He must have known about this and just decided not to tell me. I couldn't blame him for it though. He probably didn't want it to seem like he was ruining a perfect date night for me.What was Marcelo Del Ponte really u
Emilia~ The smell of scented candles wafted up into my nostrils, as Marcelo led with a blindfold over my eyes.Excitement built up inside me at the prospect of the "surprise" he had for me. I almost couldn't keep it contained."Just a few more seconds." He said, sensing my impatience.I literally followed Marcelo blindly, trusting that whatever he had to show me was really worth it.The breeze I felt in my hair was a telltale sign that we were out in the open and not an enclosed area. Now I was even more eager to take off my blindfold.Marcelo finally brought me to a stop, before he started to undo my blindfold. As soon as the piece of clothing fell, off, a gasp "Where's... everybody?" I asked Marcelo, as I took in the beautiful view of our date venue.It appeared to be some kind of fancy, Italian restaurant. A place I could only ever have dreamt of going, because everything in here screamed expensive."It's just the two of usEmilia~ The smell of scented candles wafted up into my
Why don't I give y'all a happy chapter, right?] Emilia~ A smile stretched my lips at the sight of the stunning female staring back at me in the mirror. They have been so many moments when I have a hard time believing I was actually staring at my own reflection, and this was one of those moments. Tonight would be my first official date with Marcelo, and he had gone all out on the expenses needed to make me look like the perfect doll. Sitting here, I felt like I was worth billions of dollars. My brown hair had be combed and styled to perfection, my face decorated by skillful hands on a brush. I had lost the previous diamond necklace he got me, but that didn't stop him from getting me even more expensive jeweleries. Have I even talked about my dress? It was unlike any material I had ever worn on my skin. The way it hugged every single curve on my body, while still managing to make me appear very elegant and classy, was something I just couldn't get over. It was a black, ankle
Emilia~My hands made their way to his broad chest, and I pushed down on him, as I lowered my pussy onto his cock. Slowly, I was taking him in, inch by inch. I guess he wanted me to keep going at my own pace, so he did nothing other than to grab my ass.Once I had taken his full length and girth inside me, I felt him tense up. His reaction pleased me, and I begun to gyrate my hips on his cock. A guttural sound left his lips as I let him move around in circles inside me. I was on top of him, and having this much of an effect on him was equally exhilarating. It was like some sort of superpower.His hands squeezed my ass even harder, and I could now feel his impatience. I took his hands and opted to pinning them by his sides, as I just couldn't reach for above his head. Marcelo seemed to understand my need to be in control, and he let me have my moment. He let me feel like I really had him pinned.I began to bounce myself on him, slowly. I moved up and down his entire length with so m
Emilia~When I asked Marcelo to pleasure me last night, he took it quite personally. I still have the soreness in between my legs as proof, and the memories made my face heat up instantly.I remembered being thrusted so hard and deep that I was literally crying out and bawling my eyes out at some point. Marcelo had stopped what he was doing out of concern for me, but I scolded him, urging him to continue. Despite his hesitation, he did as I asked, till I came over the edge for a second and a third time in just one night. He was truly a beast.The sudden opening of the curtains sent the sun rays filtering right into the room, and directly into my eyes. A hiss left my lips, as I hid myself under the sheets almost immediately.I could hear his deep chuckled from where he was standing beside the window. Damn him for having such a sexy, morning voice. I could definitely see myself pushing him on the bed and letting him have his way with me again."Rise and shine, blue eyes!" He was now whi