"I accept you," Hazel stammered, looking directly into Francisco's eyes."So, let her decide what she wants," she added, hoping to steer the conversation in a more favorable direction.Francisco exhaled loudly, then answered, "I know Max likes her. But the problems they had, I'm not fully aware of."Hazel felt a surge of courage. She had managed to change the topic successfully. Walking slowly, she traced her fingers along his cheek, saying, "I can help."Francisco looked at her, intrigued."How?" he asked."Tell Max to stay with her for the last few days," Hazel suggested."I think they can solve their problems if they're given the chance."Her heart started beating faster, hoping he would agree. If he accepted her suggestion, it would give her the leverage she needed to manage her plans.Francisco moved slightly, looking into her eyes. He exhaled and, while nodding, said, "It's not a bad idea, darling."Hazel's heart leaped with joy. She smiled, her victory evident in her expression
The nurse was helping Diana feed the soup. Max stood beside her, tense and silent, having been rebuffed earlier when he tried to feed Diana himself. Diana had clearly told him no, and so the nurse stepped in to assist. The atmosphere in the room was thick with unspoken tension. The nurse, a silent witness, had arrived just after Max and Diana had a heated exchange, and now the air was heavy with discomfort.Suddenly, the door swung open, and Ben entered the chamber. His presence immediately added another layer of tension. Max and Ben exchanged cold, distant looks, each man pretending the other didn't exist. Ben approached Diana with a soft, concerned tone, "Dear, how are you feeling?"He touched her shoulder gently as he came near her. The casual intimacy of the gesture made Max's jaw tighten. He stood there, fists clenched, watching as Ben's fingers lingered on Diana's shoulder. The sight of Ben touching her, even so innocently, ignited a flicker of anger in him that he struggled to
Hazel meticulously prepared dinner for Francisco, every detail reflecting her determination to convince him of her loyalty. The room was dimly lit, casting a warm and romantic glow over the elegantly set table. The soft light flickered off the walls, highlighting the careful decorations she had arranged. The air was filled with the delicate aroma of the meal she had prepared, a blend of spices and herbs meant to enchant his senses.Dressed in a striking red frock, Hazel let her hair cascade in soft waves around her shoulders. She took a deep breath, her heart racing as she considered the evening ahead. This was her chance to either secure her freedom or resign herself to a life with Francisco, a man whose power made escaping his grasp nearly impossible.Her thoughts were a whirlwind of anxiety and determination. Could she really pull this off? Was it possible to convince Francisco that she had genuinely changed her mind about him? The stakes were high, and failure was not an option. S
Lilith walked closer to Hazel, her coat draped casually over her shoulder. She crossed her arms and looked Hazel up and down, her expression hardening. "I don't fucking care about whatever you're playing at," Lilith spat, her voice dripping with disdain. "But let me be clear: I won’t tolerate you disturbing Francisco’s mind." Hazel's face tightened at the blatant hostility. She took a deep breath, deciding to stay calm despite the provocation. "Please, have a seat," she said coolly, gesturing toward the couch. "Wait for your friend." Lilith's eyes narrowed, her voice laced with venom. "I’m not here to meet him. I’m here to see his new prostitute," she sneered. The insult hit Hazel like a slap, and she gritted her teeth, struggling to keep her composure. Lily, who had been standing discreetly in the corner, stepped forward. As Hazel's personal guard, she felt compelled to intervene. "Ms. Lilith, please stay within your limits," Lily said, her voice firm but respectful. Lilith tu
Hazel and Francisco had shared a quiet dinner, with Hazel constantly searching Francisco's face for any hint of his thoughts. He remained unreadable, his usual composure in place, giving away nothing about whether he had watched the footage of her confrontation with Lilith.After dinner, Hazel found herself on the porch, staring into the night, her mind racing with questions. Had Francisco seen the footage? What did he think? The uncertainty gnawed at her. She was deep in thought when she felt Francisco's arms wrap around her waist from behind, his touch both familiar and unsettling. He nuzzled her neck, planting a soft kiss on her cheek, and asked, "What are you thinking?"Hazel forced a smile and turned to face him, her hands resting on his broad shoulders."I don't know what I'm thinking," she replied, her voice soft and laced with an undercurrent of tension. Francisco's eyes searched hers, his expression gentle yet probing.He pulled her closer, his hands warm against her waist, a
Francisco held the bulge in his hand. Hazel observed his fully visible veins. Francisco was grabbing it in his strong palm.Hazel hesitated for a moment, her eyes locked on Francisco's intense gaze. The room seemed to shrink around them, her heartbeat echoing in her ears. She felt an unfamiliar pull,Would she be able to swallow the stuff she was about to take? She swallowed, but she could not shake an unidentified attraction to him. She blinked her eyes slowly; it appeared that she had been addicted to him.Hazel inhaled deeply before abruptly grabbing his erection and giving it a questioning, excited gaze. Taking a deep breath, Hazel leaned in, her lips brushing against him. Francisco's breath hitched, his hand gently cradling her head. Hazel closed her eyes, her tongue lightly teasing the tip. She felt Francisco's body tense, a low groan escaping his lips.An unknown arousal rested upon her, and she impulsively stroked it using her tongue. Francisco looked at Hazel and let out a lo
Hazel cupped Francisco's face, with a seductive look, she pressed her lower part on his bulge and made a sexy look. Francisco parted his lips, looking at her face.Hazel bit her lower lip, looking at him, then pulled herself back. Francisco gave her a straight look. Hazel sat on his lap, facing him. She touched his chest slowly, then looked at his eyes.Francisco was waiting, the lust and the desire evident in his eyes.Hazel slightly smiled at him and slowly pulled down his dress, exposing her bosom. She said as she raised her hips and held his neck, coming close to his face, "Francisco, fuck me hard!"Hazel knew the call was still on. Lucas had not hung up. She pulled Francisco's head to her bosom and gave a slight glance at his phone.She slightly moaned when Francisco kissed her bud and slowly started sucking at a great pace.Hazel arched her back and intentionally moaned louder, "Yes... ah!"She continued asking Francisco to suck more.She wanted Lucas to hear them. But after a w
The next morning, Hazel woke up to find herself nestled securely in Francisco's arms. Both of them were naked, their bodies intertwined from a night of intense passion. Hazel glanced at Francisco's face; he was sleeping peacefully, his usual stern expression softened in slumber.Propping herself up on one elbow, Hazel's eyes darted to the table where Francisco's phone lay. She knew it had locked automatically, and any attempt to unlock it would require Francisco's fingerprint. Trying to open it now might wake him, and that was a risk she couldn’t afford.Carefully, Hazel slipped out of bed, making sure not to disturb Francisco. She moved quietly to the bathroom, freshened up, and then made her way downstairs to the kitchen. She needed to keep Francisco’s mind occupied and distracted for the next few days, giving her the time to execute her plans.In the kitchen, Hazel busied herself with preparing breakfast. She decided on something simple yet hearty — scrambled eggs, toast, and fresh
It had been hours, the room pulsed with dim red and blue lights, an eerie ambiance that cloaked its sinister purpose. The heavy scent of leather, sweat, and stale perfume filled the air. On the floor, Hazel knelt, bound and blindfolded. Her wrists were shackled with cold steel chains, the metal biting into her skin as she trembled.She was clad in tight lace lingerie, her body exposed and vulnerable.Her breaths came in short, ragged gasps, her head drooping as if the strength to resist had long since left her. The collar around her neck tugged slightly as the man looming over her adjusted the leash. Hazel whimpered softly, her voice breaking the unsettling silence.She whimpered as the sting of the whip bit into her back again.“Um…” Her voice was faint, a mixture of pain and helplessness.The man, his face hidden behind an eye mask, grinned maliciously. His big belly heaved as he leaned closer, his hand brushing against her thigh. “How does it feel to play, darling?” he hissed, his
Max nodded, his gaze steady despite the weight of the situation. Ignoring Dimitri’s sly remarks, he turned his attention to Francisco. “Francisco,” he said firmly, signaling discreetly for him to step aside.Francisco’s sharp eyes narrowed slightly, scanning Max’s expression. Something wasn’t right.Dimitri, ever the provocateur, interrupted with a smirk. “What’s this? Is everything alright, Max?”Max forced a tight smile, keeping his tone neutral. “Yes. It’s a personal matter.”Dimitri raised an eyebrow, feigning concern. “Ah, I see. For a moment, I thought my important guests weren’t being looked after properly.”Max’s lips curved into a quick, thin smile. “It’s your party, Dimitri. There’s no way it could flop.”Before Dimitri could respond, Max turned back to Francisco, his urgency thinly veiled. “Francisco, we need you. Right now.”Francisco’s piercing gaze lingered on Max for a moment, searching for answers in his eyes. Sensing the gravity of the situation, he rose from his se
Francisco’s jaw clenched as his phone buzzed again, Arthur’s name flashing on the screen. He let out a slow, deliberate breath, trying to mask the turmoil building within. The room was silent except for the faint rustle of papers and the occasional clink of glasses.Dimitri leaned back in his chair, his sharp eyes glinting with amusement as he lightly touched his lips with his thumb. He observed Francisco with a predatory curiosity, savoring the rare moment of tension in the usually unflappable man.“What happened, Francisco?” Dimitri finally broke the silence, his voice calm but laden with intrigue.Francisco’s gaze flicked at him, sharp but unreadable. Before he could respond, James interjected with a smirk, “You’re not the old Francisco anymore, are you?”Dimitri chuckled softly. “Perhaps Hazel is responsible for that change.”The room’s atmosphere shifted, charged with unspoken truths. Francisco rubbed his forehead, his frustration evident, but he didn’t rise to their bait. Instea
Hazel swayed unsteadily as the girl held her arm firmly. “Are you okay?” the girl asked, her voice soft but laced with concern.Hazel pressed her lips together, nodding weakly. “Yes… I’m fine,” she muttered, but her words lacked conviction. She tried to focus her vision, but everything was still blurry. Her head throbbed, and her body felt uncomfortably warm.“I don’t know… I’m just—” Hazel murmured, glancing at the girl who was helping her. She couldn’t make out her face clearly in the haze of her drugged state, but her touch felt steady.“You’ll be fine,” the girl said soothingly. “Let’s get you out of this dress. It’s too tight—it’s not helping.”Hazel didn’t respond. She felt aware enough to understand the situation but too disoriented to resist or make decisions. Her mind spun with the realization that she must have been drugged, and the heat coursing through her body only confirmed her suspicion.The girl carefully worked to change Hazel’s dress. Hazel felt a cool breeze agai
Hazel sat on the barstool, her frustration palpable as she tapped her nails lightly on the counter. Her voice was low but sharp as she asked the bartender for a drink, not caring what it was. She couldn’t suppress the anger and despair bubbling inside her. Francisco had taken everything—her freedom, her choices, her dignity—and left her trapped in a life she never wanted.The glass of beer arrived, and Hazel absently twirled her finger along its rim. Her thoughts spiraled as she stared into the amber liquid. Once, she had stood tall as a detective, a servant of justice. Now, she was no better than a prisoner, bound to a man whose world revolved around power and crime.She finished the drink in one swift gulp, the bitterness burning her throat. "Another, pig," she muttered, her words dripping with venom. The bartender narrowed his eyes but complied, sliding another glass toward her with a wary glance.As she lifted the second drink to her lips, a familiar voice interrupted her."Ma’am,
The room fell silent again, the tension thick enough to cut with a knife. Dimitri, unbothered by Hazel’s sharp retort, simply smiled at her, his composure as smooth as the wine he swirled in his glass.“Ah, then it must be the sweetest regret for you,” Dimitri said, taking a sip of his drink. His voice carried a mocking lilt. “Just imagine—you’re sleeping with one of us every night.”Hazel’s expression hardened, her face a mask of controlled fury.Dimitri leaned back in his chair, sneering, “How helpless you are. Isn’t it fascinating?”The words struck a nerve, driving home the oppressive reality of her situation. Dimitri had skillfully highlighted her vulnerability, reminding her of the sheer powerlessness she felt among people who thrived on corruption and violence. Hazel could feel the weight of every eye on her, and the humiliation was almost unbearable.Without a word, she yanked her hand free from Francisco’s grip. Her voice was firm, yet laced with barely concealed frustration,
Francisco didn’t react immediately. His sharp gaze fixed on Dimitri’s hand for a long moment, as if calculating every possible outcome of this exchange. Then, finally, he reached out and clasped Dimitri’s hand in his own. The handshake was firm, neither man willing to back down, their locked hands a silent battle of wills.“I am sorry for my unprofessional attitude,” Dimitri said smoothly, his tone carrying a hint of insincerity as their hands finally parted. His smirk never wavered."So, how are you?" Dimitri asked, his voice light, though his eyes glinted with something sharper. "How’s life been treating you all these years?"Francisco pressed his lips together briefly, raising his brows in acknowledgment before answering curtly. "It’s going well."Dimitri nodded, his smile remaining as he leaned forward slightly, folding his arms.“I see,” he said, his voice casual, though the room seemed to tighten around his words.“Yeah, normally it would be good. After all, you’ve been... killi
They soon reached a secluded area where several high-ranking clan members were gathered around a grand table, each one deep in conversation. James, Lilith, and Ron—son of the Wolf Clan boss—sat among them, each turning their attention as Francisco and Hazel approached. The atmosphere here was different; there was a tension woven into the room’s decor and the careful way everyone held themselves. Conversations halted momentarily, eyes shifting toward them with mixed expressions.Francisco’s gaze swept over the group, searching. He noted familiar faces, but one key figure was missing.Dimitri!The room fell silent as Francisco and Hazel stepped into the circle. The clan members’ conversations came to an abrupt halt, their gazes shifting toward the pair.Francisco eased into a seat on the plush couch, pulling Hazel down beside him. His expression was calm, but Hazel could feel the undercurrent of tension in his movements.Lilith, seated nearby, took a sharp breath, her face hardening. He
Without a word, Hazel opened the car door and slid inside, leaving the two men standing in a charged silence. Francisco took a slow step closer to Arthur, his gaze flicking to the car window where Hazel sat, her eyes cast elsewhere. Then he turned back to Arthur, his tone low and deliberate.“Arthur,” he said quietly, “I trust you’ll remember your boundaries.”The statement was calm, almost conversational, but laced with an unmistakable edge.Arthur swallowed, feeling the weight of Francisco’s gaze.“Boss, I…” He stammered, struggling to explain, though he knew words wouldn’t change what Francisco had seen.Francisco’s gaze sharpened.“I saw everything, Arthur. Now consider, what if it happens again next time, then?”His tone was laced with an unspoken warning, leaving no room for misinterpretation.Arthur’s throat went dry, and he forced himself to respond.“I… understand, sir. And if there’s any punishment…”He hesitated, glancing up briefly before returning his eyes to the ground.