[A/N: Very mature scenes will be coming right up. I don't feel like I should still be warning anybody about this. If you know you are not up to the age of 18, or you can't handle sexually explicit scenes, this book is so not for you.]Emilia~"You need to leave!" I blurted out, suddenly putting some distance between myself and Marcelo.I now realized what he was doing, and I was instantly snapped out of whatever spell he put on me. He was wielding my need as one big weapon. He obviously plans to try and trap me with it, make me forget everything about the freedom I crave so badly. I wasn't going to have it."My sister may be back anytime from now, and she won't be too happy to see you here." Marcelo let out scoff, before coming closer to me again. Every single time he comes this close to me, I find it hard to think properly. It was almost as if he already knew that."What about you, Em?" He whispered huskily, and I felt my nipples harden at the sound."Aren't you happy to see me?"
Emilia~"Marcelo!" I breathed out shakily, as my body felt like it was on the verge of a breakdown.I had been over the edge for a total of two times already, and Marcelo didn't seem like he was about to stop anytime soon.At this point, my legs felt like they couldn't hold up my weight any longer. With every thrust, they wobbled."Oh, fuck!" I moaned, feeling yet another orgasm."Hold it back." Marcelo grunted, not stopping his for once."Don't you dare cum, until I ask you too." I bit my lips, not really sure about how I was supposed to hold back an orgasm.His cock suddenly slid out of my pussy, making my entire body tremble with ecstasy. A part of me couldn't take anymore of the pleasure, while another part still craved more. Marcelo however, didn't care about the inner conflict I was having with myself, as he slid his way into me again.A humorless laughter escaped my lips, followed by me crying and bawling my eyes out. I still didn't want him to stop, and he didn't."Shit...I
Emilia~I let out another sigh for the umpteenth time tonight.The day was over and I had been saddled with the responsibility of closing the diner for the night. It was actually Chloe's responsibility, but I really don't know where she keeps running off to, these days.Times like this, I wish I had a cellphone or I at least, know how to drive. Now I had to do everything, and still find my way home by myself.I was now going from table to table, collecting all the used dishes and cutleries. I might not be able to wash them all tonight, but I definitely wasn't going to leave them lying there.Something caught my attention from outside the diner, and I raised up my head to look out the glass window. It was the black sedan again, the same car that had followed me all the way home, just the other day. It was parked across from the diner, and I could see a man in black coat, leaning against the front door with a cigarette in his hand.Our eyes met, and instant chills went down my spine. H
EmiliaI covered my ears with my hands, as sounds of gunshots echoed through the air. Pete and his fellow henchmen were busy spraying bullets on Marcelo and I, as we hid behind a random counter in the kitchen area.To say Jennie's diner was a wreck would be an understatement, as tables, chairs and even walls now had bullet holes in them. Broken glasses and utensils were all over the place, even as I discreetly tried to crawl to safety.Marcelo pulled me back to himself, pressing me up against the counter, and making me look into his eyes. I tried my best to focus on him, despite the fact that I was finding it difficult to make out his words.Suddenly, Marcelo's grip on my both arms tightened, and he shook me violently. I guess he was trying to shake me out of my panicked state."Emilia, look at me!" He breathed harshly, and I could feel his nails digging into my skin.The gunshots still continued, and it was a surprise that neither of us have been hit yet."I'm going to need you to d
Emilia~With the hands of a very skilled driver, Chloe quickly put the car on reverse, without even turning to look back. I held my breath, as I sank deeper into my seat.Soon we were driving towards the opposite direction, and that was when I was finally able to make sense of my jumbled up thoughts."You just ran that man over!" I exclaimed, my eyes fixated on the dashboard in alarm of how fast we were going.I also noticed that we were in a Jeep, and it definitely doesn't belong to Jennie. Chloe probably stole it from one of the townsfolk and whoever it was, wasn't going to be too happy about it. I decided not to talk about that though."What was I supposed to do? Give him a cuddle?" Chloe sassed, making me narrow my eyes at her.How she could be so nonchalant about what she just did, was well beyond me. She did save my life though.I noticed there were a few luggage in the backseat of the car, and I was immediately curious about them."Couldn't pack all our stuff. There wasn't much
Marcelo~[Flashback]"Weak!" My father shouted at me, as he whipped my open back.I bit down hard in a bid to avoid making any sound, as that would make him start all over again.I was holding onto the desk in front of me, excruciating pain coursing through my entire body. I had failed on my first mission and this was my punishment."Pathetic!" He yelled out again, cracking his whip and landing another hit on me.I shut my eyes tight, as tears threatened to fall from them. If only I was stronger, maybe I'll be able to fight him and make my way out of here.I had realized that he was trying all he could to make me just like him. The pain, the torture and abuse were all tools to make a villain out of me."Keep up like this, and you'll end up like your mother!" He whispered into my ear, making sure to inflict some emotional pain in addition to the physical pain I was already enduring.He knew how sensitive that subject was to me. He knew exactly how it made me tick to hear him speak so l
Emilia~Despite the fact that I was a good distance away from the diner, I still ran as fast as my legs could carry me back there.I spent the whole time thinking about Marcelo and what state I might find him in. I regretted leaving him all by himself, and hoped to at least find him still breathing.The diner soon came into view, and I sped up my steps at the sight of a broken glass door and a small crowd gathered around. Sirens were blaring really loudly in the air, and I could see a couple police officers and paramedics. My heart skipped a beat.I made a beeline towards the scene, jumping over the barricade. Luckily, everyone was too busy to notice me walking into the diner. I wanted see things for myself, I wanted to see if Marcelo was still in there.A body was placed on a stretcher and was carried past me. My eyes instantly widened and I followed after the medical team, trying to take the veil off the body. I was suddenly held back by a cop, who looked down at me with a stern ex
Emilia~"We can't take him to the hospital." Martinez spoke up from the driver's seat.I raised my head up to give him a questioning look."Why not?" "Well, this town's medical facilities suck, and the cops would also be there waiting." He answered.I was still quite puzzled about his answer, as a run in with cops has never been a source of worry to Marcelo before. I decided not to ask further questions however.Marcelo's head rested on my laps, and he had a frown on his face with his eyes closed. He was still in so much pain and I wished more than anything to be able to make it stop."Take us to my apartment then. I'll give you directions." I said to Martinez, after a long pause.He seemed to be in agreement with me, and immediately hit the gas pedal to speed up. Once we get home, I was going to have to face an upset Jennie, but I knew she would still be of help. I could try to take care of Marcelo's injuries, but Jennie happens to be way better at it. I just have to find a good w
Emilia~A couple months have gone by since everything that happened between Chloe and Martinez. Things were slowly falling back into place, as Marcelo seemed to have found himself a new consigliere.I no longer had nightmares that keep me up all night, and I was grateful for that. I considered myself extremely lucky for having someone as sweet and as considerate as Marcelo.In a couple days, we'd officially be tying the knot and getting married. However, that wasn't the only thing I was looking forward to.I was counting days to my due date of delivery, as my stomach had gotten way bigger. My feet were very swollen, and I had added a few too many pounds within the past months.There were times when I woke up feeling disgusted by my reflection in the mirror, and ultimately slipping into some form of depression. I would look at former pictures of myself and compare them to the way I was looking right now, and all I'd do is cry and complain.Marcelo had always been patient with me all
Emilia~"Sounds to me like a really scary movie." Marcelo remarked with chuckle, earning a hard glare from me.I had taken my time to narrate the terrible nightmare I had last night, and that was all he had to say?He looked up to flash me an apologetic smile, before going back to buckling his shoes. I had already made up my mind to stop him from going out today or even tomorrow, pending when I stop getting dreams like that.Marcelo finally stood up to leave, after having been dressed up for work. He gave himself a once over in the nearby mirror, before grabbing his suitcase.I stubbornly maintained a position in front of the door, determined not to let him leave."Seriously?" Marcelo arched an eyebrow at my antic, and I couldn't tell if he was annoyed or amused by it."I'm not letting you out of my sight today." I said stubbornly."Because of one scary dream?" "Not a dream, Marcelo. It's a nightmare." I corrected."Besides, if you can get to tell me when I can and cannot go out, I s
Emilia~"What's the matter, Emilia?" He asked, grinning maliciously at me, from where he was tied to the chair."M... Martinez?" I managed to stutter, and his grin widened.I could see the gaping wound in his head from where he had been shot, and it freaked me out to no end. Wasn't he supposed to be dead?"This isn't real!" I muttered to myself, backing away slowly from him."Aren't you happy to see me, Emilia? Martinez continued, his voice higher by an octave.He was suddenly jumping around in the chair, tugging at his restraints with a crazed look in his eyes. My eyes widened at the horror that was unraveling before me, and I took further steps away from him. I was convinced that this was all a bad dream, but why the hell wasn't I waking up already?Martinez continued to thrash around in his seat, scaring me even more. He had a semblance to a wild, rabid animal with the way he behaved. Saliva was pouring from his from his mouth as he yelled and cuss at me, calling me names he neve
Emilia~The crowd was gone, and it was just me and Marcelo in the open clearing. Martinez's personal belongings lay on the ground before us. It was time for Marcelo to set them ablaze, but he was hesitating for obvious reasons.Turns out that setting fire to the personal belongings of someone you love, wasn't really an easy task. He bent down to pick a particular portrait of of a younger version of himself and Martinez. They were both in suits, and Martinez was the only one smiling in the picture."Our first mission together." Marcelo said in a nostalgic voice, running his fingers across the framed portrait. "He was the first alliance I ever made, even before I got my freedom from my father. He advised me to take the first step to my freedom, and that was how ended up being a mafia boss in the first place." "He was a brave man." I butt in from beside Marcelo, as we both looked at the portrait."Very brave." Marcelo agreed, before dropping the portrait back with the other stuff. "I
Emilia~Mourning the departure of a loved one was done a little differently in the mafia. Members are mandated to tattoo the name of the deceased onto their skin, as a way of ensuring that the individual would never be forgotten. Personally belongings and pictures of the deceased would also be burnt for whatever reason, and members were not allowed to shed tears, at least not in the public.Another thing was their unique way of burying their dead. Basically, they are allowed to choose how and where they want to be buried in the unfortunate event of their demise.Apparently, Martinez had requested for his body to be burnt, so here we were gathered in the middle of a large clearing. My eyes were fixated on the enormous fireplace that had been prepared for his body. I should say I was surprised by the number of people who were in attendance of Martinez's funeral. I saw both familiar and unfamiliar faces, some of which Marcelo took his time to tell me about. It was a Mafia's funeral,
Marcelo ~My father got away.Learning about that particular information had succeeded in pissing me off to no end. What do they mean by "he got away"? How could he have had information about our arrival on such a short notice."Listen, I don't care how long it takes or how much money it's going to cost me. I want you all to find that man and bring him to me." I seethed into the phone."Dead or alive, I want him here by tomorrow. Understood?" There was no hesitation from the other end of the phone, as my answer came almost instantly."Perfectly understood, Boss!" I hung up the call to make a series more, but then I realized that all my angry shouting was probably being a disturbance to Emilia. She had been in the bathroom for quite some time now, which was understandable. She had so much blood stains all over her. I turned to look towards the direction of the bathroom, and I could see her naked silhouette through the steam covered, glass walls. This way I was keeping an eye on her
Marcelo~"Search everywhere!" I barked at my men, as they scoured every nook and cranny of the five-star hotel.My father bought this place not too long ago, and I should have suspected, I should have known he was up to no good. What other reason was he going to need a hotel for, if not for the desire to carry on with his sick, twisted ways. I and my men have invaded this place, and we were carrying out a full sweep operation. One way or the other, I was going to fish him out. I knew he must be keeping Emilia and the others somewhere around, and it was only going to be a matter of time until they are found."Boss, you need to see this." One of my men called out, as he run towards my direction.The look on his face bore a semblance to that of someone who had just seen a ghost. I wasted no time in following him towards this "thing I needed to see".Running up a spiral flight of stairs that led to some kind of lounge, I saw what looked a portrait of my father hanging on a wall. "Someb
Emilia~Chloe swiped the stolen key card against the the lock on the door, and it immediately clicked open. "Fuck yeah!" She exclaimed, doing a little victory dance.I stayed right behind her, as she peeked her head through door to inspect the environment outside. She put her head back inside, before looking at me from head to toe. Chloe seemed to have a doubtful expression on her face as she regarded me, and it got me feeling a little anxious. I wanted to know what was going through her mind."What's the matter?" I questioned, a worried expression etched onto my face. "We're going to have to make a run for the elevator at the end of the hallway." She said, still eyeing me in a somewhat skeptical manner. I gave her an unimpressed look, as I registered what she was trying to say. "I just don't know if you'll fit in it." She remarked, like I was really that fat. "Haha, Chloe. Very funny!" I retorted sarcastically, shoving her out of my way to to peek through the door too. I hear
Emilia~"Somebody help!" My sister screamed at the top of her voice, as she knelt beside my quivering body.Her movements were frantic, as she was unsure of where to touch me and how to hold me."Please! Anyone, help!" She continued to cry out desperately, looking down at me with fear in her eyes.I was having a seizure, or at least that was what this was supposed to look like. I was also in awe of Chloe's acting skills, as she managed to look and sound pretty convincing.We were both doing our best to put up an act that would make those men walk right through the door. It was all part of our plan."She's going to die, please help!" Chloe became more frantic, going as far as banging on the door to give the impression that she was in a panicked state.The door suddenly opened to let in two of Donatello's men, and they looked pretty convinced by our act. One of them even appeared to be visibly paler, on seeing me. I was glad that everything was going according to plan."What the hell is