LOGIN"Strip!" Zavier commanded in his thick and husky voice which made a shiver ran down to Innara's spine. "Please don't Ari---" she tried to plead and felt tears burning her eyes but she chose to not to show her weakness to the cruel and emotionless man in front her but Zavier cut off her sentence in the middle. "Now I'll fuck you right against this door so your daughter can know what her momma is doing inside this room." Zavier whispered in her ear lowly bitting at her ear lobe making Innara to whimper in pain and fear. Zavier Garcia, the mafia boss of Mexican mafia is cold, rude and arrogant type of man. He is a man of strict principles. He likes to keep his things to himself because he doesn't have any person for whom he can get possessive and keep them to themselves not live he want someone. He likes to live alone and he is fine with that. Innara, is a less spoken, simple and elegant woman. She is a single mother has a cute and beautiful three years old daughter Aria. Her world revolves around Aria. She has no one in her life except Aria and her best friend Nitya. She doesn't know what's her true identity from where did she come from. She doesn't know who her family is. But what will happen when circumstances will force Innara to beg in front of Zavier to make her his play thing? Will she put her self respect at stake and feed to Zavier's arrogance?
View MoreThe faint pallor of her face. The tiredness hidden behind her calm expression. He had noticed changes over the past year- small things he hadn't thought much about at the time. How she sometimes paused halfway through sweeping the floor. How she sat down longer after finishing chores. How her steps had become slower in the evenings. He had simply accepted them as part of the quiet rhythm of life. Now they felt like warnings he had ignored. "Si quieres jubilarte, puedes hacerlo." he said calmly. Relief flickered across Daisy's face. (Translation: If you want to retire, you can.) "Estaba preocupada de que pudieras pensar que estaba abandonando mis deberes". She spoke delighted. (Translation: I was worried you might think I was abandoning my duties.) "No tengo prisioneros aquí." He said with no expression on his face. The faintest hint of humor touched her smile. (Translation: I don't keep prisoners here.) "No, no lo haces." she said softly. He closed the laptop. The click echoed
Dublin, Mexico. A month later... Night had already settled over the city, wrapping the skyline in deep shadows broken only by scattered lights from distant buildings and the faint glow of passing traffic below. From the upper floors of Zavier's penthouse, the world seemed far away- small, muted, almost irrelevant. Inside, the apartment carried its usual stillness. Zavier preferred it that way. The vast space of the penthouse was dimly lit, only a few recessed lights illuminating the sleek, modern interior. Glass walls overlooked the city, reflecting faint silhouettes of the furniture inside. Everything was precisely placed, untouched by clutter or unnecessary decoration. It was a space designed for control, not comfort. The comfort which he provided to Aria a month ago. It's been a whole month that she was gone and now his usual life was back on the track. A lots of work, with responsibilities, blood, gore and weapons. The walls of coldness around him again came up right after a
Behind her came Mikhail, tall even in his old age, his posture still rigid with the remnants of the disciplined life he had lived, still straight with the quiet authority of a man who had spent his life being listened to. His lips twitched slightly as he surveyed the gathering like a general assessing troops. "Why is everyone sitting outside like mourners at a funeral?" Rooh demanded immediately. "Because you weren't here yet." Emiliano replied calmly. Rooh rolled her eyes. "Flattery will not save you from my scolding later." Mikhail laughed quietly. "Ignore her. She has been complaining the entire drive about missing lunch." He said. "I complained because you insisted on stopping three times!" Rooh snapped. "You wanted pastries, lyubov." Mikhail reminded her. "That is irrelevant." She huffed out. Agustín watched them with faint amusement. Somehow, Rooh and Mikhail had managed to turn growing old together into a competitive sport. Before anyone could respond further,
Madrid, Spain. It's been two and a half years that has passed. More than two years of disappearance of Innara. Two years of fear and longing. In these years, time did not heal Agustín Fernandez- it has more disciplined him. In these two years he tried all the things in his power to bring Innara back but he felt something was wrong- something was terribly wrong which he wasn't able to notice. He felt there was an invisible power above him which was stopping him from reaching her. He knew, he fucking knew that something or precisely someone didn't want him to reach her and they were trying their best to make all his efforts futile and block his path that would take him to Innara. He was really concerned about her health as well as the baby's health. He didn't even know if the baby was fine or not. That she could make it alone or not. In what circumstance she gave birth to her baby. Although he knew she was strong enough to protect her baby from all the evil things around them bu
Innara lay still, her breathing soft but steady. Machines hummed quietly in the background. Agustin hadn’t moved from her side for what felt like hours — unmoving, statue-still, except for the slow clenching of his jaw every time he looked at her bruised wrist or the IV running into her thin arm.
Two and a half months later Madrid had learned her silence. The apartment no longer felt like a place- it felt like a pause. A holding breath stretched too thin, too long, until even breathing feel like effort. Innara sat near the window where the light was weakest, the curtains drawn just en
Madrid, Spain. Just after dawn, the private jet sliced through the soft Spanish sky, its engines humming low and steady. As the aircraft touched down on the secluded airstrip just outside the city, the world outside was still bathed in the golden hush of early morning. It looked so pleasing to th
Daisy reached with Aria, out of their apartment building. As soon as Aria saw the familiar building, her eyes lit up. She remembered the park in which she used play and then the floor of her apartment. Daisy walked to the elevator with her and she obediently walked beside her. Daisy looked down at






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