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,
Hey everyone, let me take this chance to wish you all a happy new month. I apologize for not posting more often. In addition to being extremely busy with schoolwork, I was not feeling well. This month, I will make sure to update frequently. I appreciate your support, everyone.
"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
“Who is it?” Brenda emerged from behind the door, holding a tray and smiling softly."The boss asked me to bring this to you." Brenda mumbled and placed the food on a mini table beside the bed.“Where is he?” She asked, not because she was concerned."I probably had no idea, but he asked his assistant to tell me to get you some food."Amira sighed and opened the covered dishes, revealing one of her favorites.“Hmm spaghetti.” She mumbled, her mouth watering from the sight. She took a fork and began dicing the meal, eating it without patience."You have to be careful, or you will choke." Brenda smiled as she stood there with her hands on her waist, unlike back in the mansion, she was dressed normally rather than in uniform."Are you going to stand there and watch me eat?" Amira inquired, her mouth agape."I have to wait for you to finish so I can take the dishes." Brenda responded, pressing her lips together.Amira continued to eat without looking at her until she was full. She drank
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
(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
"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
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
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
"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
Hey everyone, let me take this chance to wish you all a happy new month. I apologize for not posting more often. In addition to being extremely busy with schoolwork, I was not feeling well. This month, I will make sure to update frequently. I appreciate your support, everyone.
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,