Marcelo~Despite the fact that my father had his hands in cuffs, the wardens still looked very wary and uncomfortable around him. He was a very dangerous man, afterall.I followed his every step with my eyes, as he was being led to where I was seated. Seeing him in an orange vest, was I sight I could definitely get used to. He deserved to rot here for what he did to my mother.He had a crooked smile on his face, as he finally plopped himself down on the seat in front of me. Only a small table was standing between us, and the atmosphere around us instantly became very tensed.We stayed like that for minutes, just staring each other down in silence. It was almost like we were both having a silent conversation, until he decided to speak up first."Nice of you to come see your old man." "I got your message. It didn't seem like I had much of a choice." I scoffed at him.My father's arrogant smile never faltered, as he leaned forward to speak."Just like your mother, aren't you?" He taunte
Emilia~I should have seen this coming. I should have known that Dante was definitely up to no good. Moments like this made me realize just how dumb I actually am.My hands trembled, as they reached out to grab the glass of water in front me. "Please...make yourself at home, Miss Emilia!" The older man beamed at me.His eyes were focused intently on me, as I downed the content of the glass cup. Dante just sat at a distance, his legs crossed, as he watched gleefully."Mr. O'Dell, I ..." "Ssssh... child! These sort of things happen, you know?" He shushed, before I could go on with my statement."Bronx was like a son to me. I raised him till he was old enough to be on his own." He narrated, a far away look in his eyes.Mr. O'Dell wasn't an entire stranger to me, as I'd seen him on his numerous visits, when I was still married to Bronx. He appeared to be dangerous, but was always very kind to me."When he got married to you, it filled me with so much joy." He said, snapping his fingers
Emilia~I didn't want it to be true. I stared at the headline on the television, refusing to believe the news I just heard.In my left hand was a letter, one which had my mother's handwriting. I clutched it in my fist, letting it fold into a ball.Today was supposed to be a happy day. It was supposed to be my twentieth birthday, and we were all supposed to celebrate it together, just as they promised. They lied.The first tear drop ran down my eyes, as I kept looking at the pictures of the people on the television screen. It was my mom, dad and little sister, Chloe. They were announced to have been involved in a ghastly, car accident, and it was said that they all died."No!" I muttered to myself, as the weight of my sudden loss was gradually sinking on me. It felt like I was being stripped off of an armor, leaving me vulnerable against the cold, brutal world. I felt unloved, unwanted and above all, devastated. Now I was truly alone, as everyone I ever cared about was now gone.Sudde
Marcelo~The sound of his pained grunts were like music to my ears, as I continuously hit him with a crowbar. Dante was a bleeding mess at this point, but I wasn't done. I wanted to break just about every fucking bone in his body."I warned you, Dante!" I spat at him, as he struggled to get up on his feet.I had also given him a crowbar of his own earlier, to make this a fair fight between us. Dante had never been a match for me in any physical brawl."I told you what would happen the next time you cross me." I said, stepping on his fingers and eliciting a pained cry from him.I delivered a kick to his face, making him fall to the floor again. Now he was desperately trying to crawl away from me."Ormai non c'è più nessun posto dove scappare, vero?" I yelled at him in Italian. He had nowhere to run now."You are now at my fucking mercy, and not even father can save you now!" I said.He finally sat up, turning around to face me with a bloodstained smile."So, this is it?" He asked.Only
Emilia~"Why did you do it?" I asked Marcelo, as I barged into his study.He seemed to be in the middle of a meeting with about three of his men, and they all looked up at me. I didn't care what I had just interrupted, I just wanted answers from him."Why did you fucking do it?" I repeated through gritted teeth. I had always seen myself as someone who had a pretty good control over her temper. I hardly ever lost it, but Marcelo seemed to be getting on my every nerves with his actions. I couldn't just sit by and take it anymore.He exchanged a look with each of the men, and they all stood up to leave, one after the other. Marcelo waited till it was just the both of us, before he plopped himself down on a spinning chair.From the large window behind him, I could see what was left of the DellCorp building in the distance. Marcelo had the audacity to smirk at the horrified look on my face."Well, good morning to you too!" He said, making me clench my fist in rage. I wanted to punch th
Emilia~I closed my eyes, relishing the feeling of cold water on my skin. It felt like I was finally taking a break from all that was going on in my life, and I loved it.It's been two days since I last saw both Marcelo and Mae. Everything felt too peaceful and quiet, giving the feeling of the calm before a storm.My mind reeled back to the morning of the confrontation between myself and Mae."I know what you did to Martha." I remember how scared I was, thinking she was definitely going to be after revenge or something.Things however, took a much different turn than what I had expected. Mae wasn't even slightly upset about it. If anything, it looked like she had made peace with it."She betrayed our Boss, sounds to me like she got what she deserves." She had simply said in a monotone.Mae also broke the news of her moving to Texas, as suggested by Marcelo. She said something about starting her life afresh, to which I just nodded in understanding. I was still wary of her, and a part
Emilia~Torture! That was the word that described what Marcelo was doing to me.I have been cooped up in this goddamn room all day, trying to pleasure myself just like I did earlier. However, the experience wasn't the same without him.He gave me a taste of it, only to leave me craving for more. How the hell was that fair?I lifted up my gown to try fingering myself once again. I had nothing else to do today, so I might as well keep trying.I rubbed my hands all over my swollen clit, biting my lower lip in anticipation of that pleasurable feeling. After going at it for long enough, I had to come to terms with the fact that my efforts were pointless. This wasn't going to work without Marcelo.I rolled out of bed, with my mind set on doing the one thing he asked me not to do; go out of my room. This one was going to be on him, for starving me and locking me up like a damn prisoner.He said something about having a meeting with some other Dons, but I really didn't give a damn about it r
Marcelo~Maybe Emilia was right about one thing afterall; I couldn't stand being bested by anybody, talk more of a scrawny, old fellow like O'Dell.I grinned at the latter, who was tied to a chair, powerless right before me. I watched gleefully, as he panicked, struggling to set himself free. He had a bag over his head, which muffled his screams and cuss words. All these happened, without me even having to lift a finger. Now that is the real definition of power.I snapped my fingers, and my men immediately removed the bag from over his head. He winced, trying to adjust his eyes to the brightness of the room. The rays of sun entering through the small window, definitely was helping him."Buongiorno, signor!" I grinned, as he finally looked up at me.His expression slowly changed into a hateful glare, which only made my grin wider. I definitely enjoyed taunting him."You!" He sneered, earning a shrug from me."I know this wasn't really how we talked about it." I said, rolling my eyes
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-length, ev
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
Marcelo~"How about you pleasure me today." Emilia regarded me with a mischievous grin. She was teasing me just like I've done to her on countless occasions."Tell me how bad you want this date." She purred, slowly leaning back to give me a full view of her body.She was daring me, trying to make me do her bidding. In contrast to the normal dynamic of our relationship, she wanted me now to be her pleasure toy. Emilia wanted me to satisfy her lustful cravings and not so surprisingly, my body was reacting quite well to her provocations. I felt heat pool right towards my groin, causing my erection to get uncomfortably harder. I could practically feel my own dick throbbing with need.As quick as lightning, I grabbed Emilia and pulled her back towards myself. Before she had a chance to fight me off, I was pinning her down beneath myself. Her eyes were widened as she was taken aback by the speed of my reaction, but I could tell she was still very turned on by me.I watched her blue eyes
Emilia~Marcelo had always known my weak spots. He had always known exactly where to touch to make me weak in the knees, and he wasted no time in exercising that superpower of his.His lips came down onto mine in a show of both dominance and raw, untamed hunger. He was devouring me whole, even as I tried to hold onto the little defiance I had left in me.The same hands which I tried to use to push him away, were now clutching his shirt in a desperate manner. I heard him let out a hum of approval at my sudden reciprocation. I was no longer fighting him.He suddenly pulled away from me to probably catch his breath, and that was when I opened my eyes to realize that we had somehow made our way into the privacy of the penthouse. I didn't even realize that we had been moving the whole time.Marcelo suddenly ripped off his shirt in one swift motion, and my breath got caught in my throat. He said no words, but his eyes were enough to know the kind of things he was about to do to me.He came
Emilia~"A date?" He spends every other time of the day either by ignoring me or being his usual obnoxious self, and now he's... asking me out. What was Marcelo Del Ponte really up to?"You sound... surprised?" He said, arching an eyebrow at me. I glared up at him."Surprise isn't quite the word." I replied him in a tone that showed my distaste.Marcelo let out another chuckle, before walking towards me and grabbing my hands in his. I kept searching his eyes for any sign that he may be messing with me."I've been thinking..." He began to say, and I felt my breathing cease for a moment."... about how much of a jerk I've been to you, when you've been nothing but an angel." I found it hard to believe that those words were coming out of Marcelo's mouth, and they were directed at me. Was he really changing back to the Marcelo I used to know?"Please... allow me to make it up to you, by treating you to a very expensive dinner date." Those words seemed to drag me back into a sudden reali
Marcelo~"Are you sure we should still be doing this?" Martinez asked me, as I watched my men take care of Giovanni's lifeless body.I had made sure to inflict pain and torture on him by myself, and now I'll be sending him to my father as a warning. It won't scare him off totally, but at least, he'll know I'm not afraid to kill."Why wouldn't I be?" I asked, not turning to spare Martinez a glance."This would definitely piss him off, and you know we have Emilia with us now." He reasoned."He'll try to harm her to get back at you, and you know this!" I was a little annoyed at the fact that my consigliere didn't trust my decision. He really didn't think that I had considered that?"I'm counting on it, Martinez." I told him.I had a well thought out plan on what to do next, but he'll probably try to talk me out of it if I tell him."I hope for all our sakes, that you aren't making a big mistake." Martinez said, looking me in the eyes.I let out a scoff, before shoving my hands into my p
Marcelo~She kept yelling out cuss words at me and Martinez, as I carried all the way up to the penthouse. Somehow, pregnancy has been able to change Emilia into a fearless spitfire and I didn't know how to feel about it."Hold still!" I hissed at her, as she thrashed around in my arms.Ignoring me, she continued to fight and struggle, making me drop her onto the bed in annoyance. That seemed to shut her up for a few seconds, as she just glared at me."You seem to be oddly energetic this morning." I remarked, taking off my shirt and tossing it aside.She visibly gulped, taking in the view of my sweaty body. A smirk tugged at the corner of my lips, as I watched her suddenly take her eyes off.She looked like an angry toddler, as she sat on the bed, hands folded across her chest and a pout on her face. It made me want to continue taunting her, but I refrained from it."I'm just so sick and tired of you being such an asshole to me!" She grumbled, still looking away from me.She couldn't
Emilia~"Thank you!" I smiled gratefully at the foreign chef, as he placed my meal on the table.This was the third time he was remaking it for me, as I had previously complained of the food he served. I felt bad for making him go through all that hassle, but again, I couldn't help myself. He was also very patient and didn't seem to mind, hence my appreciative gesture. He opened up the meal and the sweet aroma hit me like a moving train. My mouth was instantly watering at the sight before me."Gazpacho, senorita!" He announced, noticing the intrigued look on my face.I've never thought I'd want to have soup for breakfast, but this was looking and smelling way too good for me to pass. I quickly grabbed my spoon, already very eager to dig in."Careful, senorita! It's hot." He warned, making me blow on the content of my spoon.As soon as I put it into my mouth, a delightful moan escaped me and I was forced to slap my hands over my mouth in embarrassment. The soup was that good.A smal