Hazel looked at herself in the mirror, adjusting the sleek black gown that clung to her figure with a smooth, flattering silhouette. The ruffled sleeves and sweetheart neckline added a touch of elegance, while the skirt flowed into a soft mermaid shape, finishing with a full-length hem. The gown was stunning, but she couldn't help but notice that her closet was dominated by black dresses, a reflection of her current state of mind.She made a loose bun with her hair, leaving a few strands untied to frame her face. Taking a deep breath, she looked at herself critically.She sprayed a light aroma on her neck and wrists, the familiar scent calming her nerves. She glanced at the clock and noted that they were running late. Francisco, known for his punctuality, was not yet back, which worried her slightly.Her thoughts drifted to her father’s call. He mentioned a plan for next Friday.She knew what he was hinting at: she needed to get her hands on Francisco's phone to disable the surroundin
Francisco's hands moved with tender confidence as they traced the curve of Hazel's waist. Their eyes were locked in an intense gaze, each breath they took syncing with the other's. Hazel's fingers danced down Francisco's chest, pausing at his belt."It's bursting," she whispered, her voice a soft caress.Francisco's fingers continued their gentle exploration, his voice a husky murmur, "Shouldn't it?""Doesn't a gentleman have it?"Hazel looked at him; his side face was so sharp, as well the jaw-line. Slowly her gaze moved from her lips to his apple bone, then his nipples, slowly on his abs.Hazel tilted her head slightly, a playful smile tugging at her lips.With a playful tug on his belt, Hazel led Francisco into the bathroom. The Thai glass door slid shut behind them.Francisco's phone, abandoned on the dresser, vibrated incessantly.At Andrew's party, Max checked his watch for the umpteenth time, irritation etched on his face. Francisco had assured him he would be late, but over th
Hazel traced her fingers on Francisco's back, feeling the heat of his skin and the texture of his tattoo. His gentleness contrasted with the depth of his every push, and Hazel couldn't hold back her moans.With a trembling hand, she held Francisco's face, her other arm wrapping around his neck. Francisco kissed her palm tenderly as Hazel cupped his cheek. Each thrust drove Hazel to clutch him tighter, her body responding instinctively.Francisco, sensing her mounting desire, buried his head in her neck. "If it hurts, say it, honey," he murmured, his breath hot against her ear.Hazel bit her lower lip, her thoughts a whirlwind of conflicting desires. 'I want it rough, but this isn't bad either,' she mused, her fingers tangling in his hair. 'You shouldn’t have to be this good.''Am I starting to like it?' she wondered, feeling the intense pleasure building within her. 'Indeed, yes, I’m not just liking it — I’m loving it.'Embracing her true desires, Hazel bit his ear lightly, drawin
Hazel's expression grew stern for a moment at Francisco's words, but she quickly masked it. Francisco leaned closer, his eyes searching hers. Hazel pressed her lips together, not having expected him to say something like that.Making herself appear more composed, Hazel asked, "Family...?""Yes," Hazel hesitated, "but don't you think we need to know each other a bit more first?"She touched Francisco's chest and looked up at him. Family? The idea had never crossed her mind; it was something she had never envisioned for herself.Francisco locked his gaze on her for a few minutes, then a slight smile appeared on his face. He touched her cheek and traced his thumb gently across her soft, reddish skin. With a powerful yet tender voice, he said, "As you wish."Hazel smiled back at him, her initial sternness melting away. Francisco pulled her closer, pressing her head against his chest. Hazel buried her face there, feeling the warmth and strength of his embrace.Francisco did not attend the
Francisco threatened everyone, even the opposite gang leaders. He did not care about anyone and showed the consequences if they opposed him.Francisco got out of the car, and Max did the same. He was mad at Francisco, saying, "Francisco, what is wrong with you?"Francisco unbuttoned his coat as he turned back. "Max, I am not in the mood to talk about it.""Then when?" Max suddenly became agitated. "Why are you playing with your life, Francisco?""Max!" Francisco said in a calm tone. "Let's drop it here. I did it because they needed that.""Oh really," Max shut the car door hastily and moved toward Francisco. "You are doing it because of her.""I know it.""And I am telling you, you are doing wrong. Don't trust her, Francisco."Francisco arched his brows as he heard Max. He tightened his jaw and spoke in a stern voice, "Max, you are interrupting, so don't interrupt my life, never ever.""You know so well how much I hate it."Max took a deep breath, frustration evident in his eyes. "Fra
Max pressed his lips together, the weight of the truth bearing down on him. He had no strength to face it, but he knew he had to tell Diana everything. Leaving Francisco behind was not an option; the underworld activities were now an inseparable part of him, running through his veins like lifeblood.He remembered the promise he made to Diana, to leave this dangerous world behind. But every time he tried, something pulled him back. Francisco needed him, and Max couldn't abandon his friend, especially now.Max parted his lips, his voice trembling slightly. "Diana..." He lifted his eyes to meet hers, filled with pain and resignation. He shook his head slowly, unable to hide the truth any longer. "I can't let him be alone with that girl."Diana's face hardened as she understood the weight of his words. She turned her gaze away, swallowing hard as her emotions churned within her. "So, does it mean I can move on, right?" Her voice was tight, filled with hurt and determination.Max swallowed
Max stood there, the nurse's words echoing in his mind. He looked back at Diana, lying fragile in the hospital bed. "She will be okay, right?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper."Yes, sir," the nurse replied. "We washed her stomach. She’s stable now."Max took a deep breath and exited the room, feeling an overwhelming sense of guilt. Francisco was waiting in the hallway, his eyes filled with a mix of concern and disappointment. Max pressed his hand against the wall and leaned his forehead on it, trying to compose himself."I told you to take care of her," Francisco said, his tone stern but not unkind.Max exhaled heavily, the guilt etched deeply on his face. He couldn’t find the words to answer. Francisco had entrusted him with Diana's well-being, and he had failed. The weight of that failure was crushing.Francisco observed Max, recognizing the torment his friend was in. He tightened his expression, understanding the gravity of the situation but knowing he had to maintain a
"Yes!" Hazel said, her voice steady despite the flutter of nerves in her stomach."Everything is fine. I just thought about meeting him."Lily looked at her skeptically."No one will allow you to go out alone, so I am asking for your help," Hazel added quickly, her expression sincere and imploring.Hazel gave Lily a look that she hoped conveyed trustworthiness and sincerity. She knew that regaining their trust was crucial. After a moment’s hesitation, Lily nodded."Then let me call the boss.""No," Hazel said a bit too quickly, stopping Lily from reaching for the phone.Lily raised her eyebrows, looking at Hazel with a mix of curiosity and suspicion.Hazel pressed her lips together, trying to come up with a believable explanation."Actually, I wanted to give him a surprise. That's all."She forced a smile onto her face, hoping it looked more genuine than it felt. Lily studied her for a moment longer before finally nodding."Okay, girls, carry on," she said to the other maids."I will