Back in the steamy dark room, the sounds of a grown man wimping and punching could be heard.Andrea lit a cigarette and placed it in his mouth as he surveyed the dark room. As he walked through the dark room, the cries and whimpers became louder."Boss." When one of his men noticed his sudden appearance, he ran up to him and bowed. Andrea rolled his eyes in annoyance and walked past him, indicating that he did not want to be bothered."Take me to the bastard," he said, a frown on his face as his men led him into the room. There, the man's screams became more audible, to the point where one could feel his eardrums ripping.“Boss.” Rex mumbled as he walked away from a man tied to the ceiling. There was a burning flame underneath him, giving the impression that he was being burned or cooked alive.He was tied above the flame, but his body was not in it. Not at all. His cries and agonizing moans became more audible as tears and perspiration streamed down his face.“He didn’t want to talk,
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"Come with me immediately," he said coldly, sending shivers down her spine. Despite her disbelief, she was forced to accompany him. She had to go with her, even though she was in disbelief. When they both reached outside, a limo was waiting for them, pulled up alongside the spacious entrance. "Get into the car and do not argue with me. I am not in the mood for it." Amira's jaw dropped, and the sight of Brenda caught her attention. She brought luggage, which was kept in the trunk of an SUV behind the limousine. Amira was angry and did not know what to say or do. Why was he forcing her to do things she had no desire to do? She had no choice but to surrender. She walked in, tears in her eyes, and sat in the chair opposite him. "Sit beside me," he ordered, and Amira, who was pretending to be a good girl, gave in. After setting everything, the car began to move, accompanied by soft music to complement its silence. It was already sunset when they arrived at the airport. The bodyg
NOTE: I DO NOT SPEAK ITALIAN AND MAY NOT USE TRANSLATIONS BECAUSE SOME CONTAINS ERRORS, SO PLEASE EXCUSE ME BECAUSE EVERYTHING WOULD BE WRITTEN IN ENGLISH, AND I WOULD INDICATE THE PART THAT WAS MEANT TO BE IN ITALIAN."Boss, it is the Scarfaces," one of the bodyguards announced, pulling his gun from his pocket. Andrea clung to Amira as tightly as he could, noting how terrified she was at the time. He did not know what to do next; he had not told anyone he was arriving in Italy; how did they know they were there?The Scarfaces were one of his rivals ever since he was crowned gang leader, and their last gunfight ended badly. This time, it was so spontaneous that he never wished Amira would see it, and he is prepared to handle the questions she would pose to him."Fuck!" he groaned, trailing his pocket in search of his phone while his hands remained on hers. Sounds of exchanged bullets filled the air from his men to his opponents, and the driver was moving as quickly as he could to get
The two men, both with guns aimed at each other and serious faces, started laughing, which confused the other men. Ignoring the men's glances, they laughed their way to the reception while dropping their gun in their pocket."You will continue to amaze me, my friend," Paulo stated."Why not? What happened to energy matching? Look at my men's faces; they were prepared to attack you. Imagine you raised your gun to shoot me in real life; you would not make it." Andrea responded.“Yeah sure. By the way, I am sorry I didn’t make it to your wealthy; you know I had to be in the office to take over for my brother." "You mean the brother you murdered because you were jealous that he was your father's heir?" Andrea raised the point, choking with laughter."Oh, please, I didn’t kill him; he poisoned himself, you know, because my father was putting too much pressure on him. He was too weak to call himself a man; he was a softhearted bitch. May his soul rest in peace.” As soon as he said that, th
"My name is Paulo, and I am a friend to your husband. You are more beautiful than you described, and your husband is very lucky." Paulo accepted her handshake, held her hands, and kissed her fingers, while Andrea stood there with his brows forming a line in between."She is very beautiful." Paulo chuckled in a whisper, observing Andrea's irritated expression as he looked only at Amira and found the act she had just performed to be a little offensive.Was he jealous? This gave Amira some satisfaction as she wondered. She had to put on more of an act because she only wanted to irritate Paulo, not because she wanted to cause problems between Andrea and him."I am always lovely, Paulo, but your friend does not seem to notice. So fucking annoying!" Amira responded, glancing at Andrea, who was standing there with his fist clenched. Paulo gave Andrea a cheeky smile and noticed his glares, which made him laugh."I am not sure what is going on between you two, but this girl is absolutely hilar
(Note that some words will be written in Italian and translated into English. Please let me know if you understand Italian and don't be offended if it is incorrect; I used a translator for it. Thank you.)Brenda distracted herself from her thoughts by clearing her throat."Do you want to know a secret?"“A secret? What secret?” Amira inquired, successfully capturing her attention."I understand Italian, so maybe I can accompany you when you go back or escape. Because staying behind while you are gone puts me at risk."Amira hesitated, wondering as Brenda voluntarily let her go. Brenda read her thoughts and said, "You don't want this, don't you. Being forced into a toxic marriage doesn't guarantee you staying there.""Just because you were married for his benefit does not mean you have to tolerate every act, even if you don't want it."Amira pressed her lips and rubbed her temples in response to Brenda's suggestion. A person who longs for freedom would agree, but why now?She understa
La tua padrona, she's my wife!”.A deep voice broke the silence.“Signore.” The staff quickly composed herself, smiling to hide the fear that was written all over her face.“I…I didn't know….” She tried to say something, but nothing came out except a gasp. She turned to see Amira's evil smirk, and Brenda gave her the 'I told you so' look.He walked gracefully to the phone, which was on a golden desk, and mumbled deeply, exuding an intimidating aura. "Get Katrina here.""Ask her to come with some security men." He explained before dropping the phone and turning to face her, and the staff meant only one thing.That day, she was going to lose her job. Andrea appeared scary and different, his face devoid of emotion, his eyes sinking deeply into Amira's.Amira exchanged a look but could not look any further; why was he looking at her like that? She pondered, returning her gaze to the staff."Signore, please," the staff pleaded, her once proud and disdainful expression turned pitiful. Amira
And who was that woman? It is been tense since Amira sat with the two old couples after watching Andrea leave with Lily; old Mr Martini had not said anything since then, holding the cigeratte with his lips and his gaze fixed on the newspaper he was holding. Old Mrs. Martini noticed Amira's bored and nervous expression. Old Mrs. Martini felt sorry for Andrea as soon as she saw her walking down the hallway with Lily out of sight, but she was also a little taken aback by Amira's lack of concern or even concern. Then old Mrs. Martini stood up and cleared her throat, pulling Amira out of her own world. Amira gave her an apologetic smile as she noticed old Mrs Martini reaching out her wrinkled hands for her to accept it. Without hesitation, Amira took her hands, a nervous smile on her face. Old Mr Martini shifted his gaze from the newspaper to them, watching as they walked away with their hands together. He rolled his eyes, mumbling curses under his breath before returning his gaze to th
"Why did you come back, Lily? Are you fed up with living in France after all these years?" Andrea inquired, his tone neutral, whether they had walked through the large hallways slowly, with many thoughts racing through their heads."Asking how I was would have sufficed, Andrea. I returned because my father had asked me to. He said he missed me, and you know I am now a fashion designer with a contract at YSL." Lily responded with a dazzling smile on her face, staring at him while she looked, which did not bother Andrea at all because he was used to it."You didn't have to tell me that much," he mumbled, checking his watch on his wrist, making Lily nervous. She noticed that Andrea, whom she had known since childhood, was no longer the same. She remembered how he used to want her to be around or with him, or how he would blush at the mention of her name, but now he doesn't even give her a glance.This worried Lily; she assumed he was just mad because she had left for France without sayin
The unexpected question made Amira tense. She turned to look at Andrea, who had no expression on his face but was deeply concerned about what Amira would say. As she blinked quickly while gazing at her finger, Old Mr. Martini observed her intently, taking note of every facial expression."Shouldn't you be asking me that question, grandfather? Why ask her?" Andrea asked, her gaze fixed on the elderly man."I have every right to ask questions of whomever I choose. Don't interrupt me," said old Mr Martini, returning his gaze to the girl. If a normal person had asked her how she met Andrea, she would have happily told them about how she was forced to marry him on her birthday night.But now, this old man's aura was terrifying; she perceived him to be on a strong association, making him appear ruthless."Yes, dear; how did you meet my grandson?" Old Mrs Martini asked softly, a warm smile on her face, which gave Amira a little warmth inside.Amira returned the smile, her cheeks turning b
He was married, as evidenced by the ring—not just any ring—on his ring finger. No, it could not be; either he wore the ring on the incorrect finger, or she thought her mind was playing tricks. However, they would know if he was married because most influential people must know in one way or another, regardless of how small they want their wedding to be.Despite her fear, Alice told him what she wanted with confidence. His initial expression was so startling that she began to second-guess what she had done.Without waiting for his answer, she dressed and walked out of the room with the men who had brought her in, who then escorted her to the car."Where are you all taking me?" Alice asked, maintaining a straight face while continuing to second-guess her choice.The driver responded, "To where you came from," as he peered at her through the unusual mirror."Whatever," she said, rolling her eyes and checking her phone as they approached the brothel. Then she realized she had made a mista
Andrea looked at her with amusement; he was still impatient, but his interest had been piqued. "I don't need to repeat myself." His voice was firm, and she got the impression that he wanted her out right away. "Don't get this wrong! Mr Luciano, you are aware that I am a professional and that I have a way with certain men. And with the way you f*cked me, it appears you might want me in the future. So I am not asking for money; I just want to be there when you need someone to warm your bed. Seeing the glee on his face, she paused before continuing, "I am not desperate, and that is all I want, nothing else." With that, Alicia left giving him one more flashing as she wore her outfit, and then left him speechless. He was curious on why she wanted to continue warming his bed, and he was already a married man. But he did that, just because he wanted to marry amira, not because he was ready to be committed to her. However, his mind occasionally seemed to deceive him. He questioned why,
Mature scene 18+Alicia approached him, removing her clothes, from her outfit to her underwear. She smiled at Andrea's expression of anticipation.She felt both nervous and excited. Andrea was so popular, even among the ladies, that she was overjoyed when she realized she had been chosen to satisfy him.Andrea stared at her, his gaze sweeping over her body. She was a very curvaceous lady; her waist was so tiny that one would think she hardly ate; her bo0bs were so full and round, inviting him to be fondled; and her as$ were so large that they jiggled behind her with each step.Andrea felt his dîck twist as he took in every detail about her body. He was unaware that he was married at the time, but he understood that Amira would not give a damn if she knew.His gaze was drawn to her neck tattoo, which bore her name.“Alicia.” He said something to himself. He hated the way his body reacted as she stood there, removing her bra.Her bo0bs spilled out, her spiked pink nipples pointing at hi
Andrea wandered the hall, his mind racing with ideas, but hearing screams from somewhere around the mansion prompted him to draw his gun, just in case there was an intruder inside. He thinned his brow as he walked down the east wing hallway, but he was surprised to see other men with guns looking at each other in confusion. "Sorry, master, we heard it too, but it was from a maid, she enraged madam Martini," one of the men said, avoiding Andrea's intimidating stare. Andrea rolled his eyes in annoyance, cursing under his breath as he regretted wasting his energy coming out here, before relocating his gun to his pocket and returning to the upper floor. As he approached, he noticed Rex walking down the hallway to his room with a straight face, and when he saw Andrea, he quickened his pace and gave him a respectful bow. "Boss, the car is ready, and we have assigned some men to accompany us as an escort and security.” "Hmm.." Andrea mumbled, pressing his hands against his forehead. Hi
Andrea's mood changed after hearing about the possibility of divorce from Amira. But why did he refuse to get a divorce and instead follow his parents' advice? That was something he was unaware of. Despite not having developed such close feelings for her, he was drawn to her because he saw Amira as more than just a possession.Then he heard his phone ring. "What is wrong?" He muttered as his gaze strayed throughout the hallway."I believe it’s the scarfaces, boss. One of the men was spying on us, and we caught him. He was not responding when we asked him to speak.” Rex spoke."The lack of bodyguards at Martini's estate is impressive. Make sure you beat the living daylights out of that jerk until he speaks, and if he doesn't, call me to take over." Andrea smirked in response, then hung up the phone with a frustrated sigh.However, since the scarfaces had made their initial attempt at the hotel, he was not shocked that they would follow him around. But he was not thinking about that; in
"How come I can't have a room of my own?" Amira groaned as she watched the maids enter the walk-in closet, carrying their belongings and arranging them neatly.Amira stood there, her gaze drawn from them to the window, which overlooked the city. She sighed, her thoughts drifting back to the moment they were welcomed.“That look.” She whispered, her hands on her chest, rubbing and stroking gently.“It wasn't welcoming at all.” She reflected, staring into space. One of the ladies noticed her position and approached her, tapping her."Be prepared." The maid said something that confused her due to her accent, and then they all left, some of them giving her a glare as they walked away.She took a deep breath and began taking off her clothes. But first, she paused to listen for any movements outside the door, heading in her direction, but she heard none.Exhaling a sigh of relief, she walked into the bathroom, turned on the shower, and let the water run down her entire body."Why is everyth