The young girl gave a slight nod, her trust in Hazel evident. In a world filled with uncertainty and danger, Hazel's words were a lifeline of hope.
Drawing the girl close, Hazel wrapped her arms around her, holding her tightly. She knew that sometimes a simple hug could offer comfort that words couldn't convey.
But just as a fragile sense of solace settled among the girls, another gunshot rang out, this time dangerously close to their cabin. Panic and alarm swept through the captive group, their hearts racing as fear overtook them.
The young child, trembling and frightened, clung to Hazel, her small frame shaking. She whispered in a trembling voice, her words a poignant cry for the comfort of home.
"I don't want to go. I want to see my mom."
Hazel held the trembling girl firmly, offering what little comfort she could in the midst of their shared terror. But the fragile peace they had found was shattered when the cabin door burst open and a group of 7 or 8 masked men stormed in, their guns raised menacingly.
The sight of the armed intruders sent shockwaves of fear rippling through the captive girls, and their collective screams echoed in the confined space. Each of them felt a surge of panic as the men pointed their guns in their direction.
Amid the chaos, a man in a mask entered the room, wielding a rifle with a commanding presence. It was Francisco, the enigmatic and ruthless figure who had loomed over their lives like a dark cloud.
Francisco, who was taller and more muscular than the others, exuded an aura of dominance that was impossible to ignore. His noticeable veins hinted at the strength and power that lay beneath his imposing exterior. He surveyed the room, his eyes cold and calculating, taking in the terrified faces of the girls who had become unwitting pawns in his dangerous game.
In a disdainful tone, Francisco issued a cold command that sent a chill down the girls' spines. "Take all the girls on the ship now."
The captive girls, gripped by fear and uncertainty, clung to one another as they faced the grim reality of being forcibly taken away. Francisco had signaled to his men to use force, and they were not going to be allowed a choice.
One of the masked men, his impatience growing, barked at them, "Hey, there is no time for us to watch you cry," as he forcefully grasped a girl's arm.
The girl, tears streaming down her face, continued to plead desperately. "No, please, I don't want to go," she cried, her voice filled with terror and desperation.
But the masked man remained unmoved by her pleas, dragging her away without a shred of compassion. The atmosphere in the room was thick with fear and despair as the girls faced the impending ordeal.
Amidst this harrowing scene, a girl's voice cut through the tension. When Francisco turned to look, his gaze met that of a girl standing defiantly before him. There was an enigmatic quality in her eyes, but a fire of bravery burned within her.
Hazel, undeterred by the danger that surrounded her, locked eyes with Francisco and began to speak, her words carrying a weight of conviction. "Every offender has the right to express their final wishes."
She sighed deeply and repeated her plea, her voice unwavering.
"So if you would listen to my final request, I know no one will grant my last wish except you."
Hazel lowered her gaze for a moment, gathering her thoughts and summoning her courage. Then, with a deep breath, she continued, her tone resolute. "So..."
"Let this girl go, please. She is only fifteen."
The room fell into an uneasy silence, broken only by the mocking laughter of the men who surrounded them. Hazel's plea had been met with disdain and ridicule, but she remained undaunted, her spirit unbroken.
As Francisco tilted his head and cautiously approached Hazel, a sense of unease hung in the air. Hazel, however, remained remarkably composed and unafraid. There was an undeniable attraction—a magnetic pull—that seemed to draw Francisco towards her.
Unable to tear his gaze away from her, Francisco moved closer until he stood directly in front of Hazel. He couldn't help but be captivated by her presence, her unwavering courage, and the plea she had made.
Hazel, still looking directly into his eyes, repeated her request.
"I am hoping you will fulfill my last request. This little child has no fault."
Instead of turning his attention towards the girl she had spoken of, Francisco reached out, his fingers brushing lightly against Hazel's face. Her arched brows hinted at her surprise, but she made no move to pull away. There was an undeniable tension in the air as their eyes locked—a complex and inexplicable connection between them.
At that moment, the world around them seemed to fade away, leaving only Hazel and Francisco locked in a silent and profound exchange.
However, their intimate moment was abruptly interrupted when a man burst into the room, his voice filled with urgency.
"Boss, the police are here."
The words shattered the fragile bubble of tension that had enveloped Hazel and Francisco, pulling them back into the harsh reality of their circumstances.
"We need to leave immediately," the man who had burst into the room urgently declared.
"What? How is that possible?" Another masked man questioned him, his disbelief evident in his voice.
Francisco, torn between the need to depart and his desire to linger with Hazel, stood still for a moment. He reluctantly pulled his hand back from where it had grazed Hazel's face, his piercing blue eyes unable to break free from her gaze.
"Boss, we must leave," one of his men whispered, his voice laced with anxiety and urgency.
Reluctantly, Francisco stepped back, his conflicted emotions etched on his face. Before he took his leave, he turned back to look at Hazel one last time, his longing apparent in his gaze. Hazel's eyes remained locked on his until he left the cabin, disappearing into the unknown.
“I hope I’ve made everything clear, Mr. Kevin,” Dimitri said firmly.Kevin sat on the sofa, tapping his fingers on the armrest. He had listened to every word. He had warned Francisco before—but the boy hadn’t listened. Kevin had held back, giving him time to come around. To realize the weight of his choices.But it seemed Francisco had taken his warnings lightly.Kevin let out a long breath. “Dimitri,” he said, his voice calm but heavy, “I don’t believe Francisco will do anything that breaks the rules.”Dimitri rolled his eyes at the other end of the line, clearly unimpressed.“But…” Kevin paused, his tone shifting.“If things spiral, I’ll do what I have to.”Dimitri’s eyes narrowed. His voice dropped to a cold, steady tone.“I hope you remember what you just said.”There was silence for a moment. Kevin’s jaw tightened.Without another word, he ended the call.“Alfred!” Kevin’s voice was low and heavy, laced with disappointment.Alfred entered the room at once, sensing the shift in mo
The next morning, Hazel woke wrapped in a blanket. She sat up slowly, staying still for a while, her thoughts drifting back to the night before.She took a deep breath and looked out the glass window. The sun was bright, the sky clear. A beautiful day.She got up and quickly freshened up.As she stepped out, she spotted Francisco near the door, talking to one of his men. She crossed her arms, watching him.“Are you busy?” she asked.Francisco turned at her voice. He gave a brief order to his man, then walked toward the stairs.“Yes,” he said. “I have something important to take care of.”Hazel raised an eyebrow. “I see.”“Do you need anything?” he asked.She shook her head but started walking down the stairs. When she reached him, she stopped right in front of him.“No,” she said. “Just come home quickly. I’m bored.”Francisco smiled. That simple request made his chest feel light. He nodded and was about to turn away when Hazel grabbed his tie and gently tugged him closer.“You’re lea
Hazel suddenly felt Francisco’s hands leave her breasts.Without thinking, she turned to face him.She didn’t know why she did it.Why did it bother her when he stopped?Why did she want more?Her eyes lifted to meet his.Francisco stood there, soaked, breathless, and impossibly handsome.Hazel stared at him, heat rising in her chest.For a moment, it hit her—she could do anything with this man.Yes, this man.The man she once couldn’t stand.Now, she could command him.Bend him.Break him.“Kneel,” she said, voice firm.Francisco blinked, caught off guard. He didn’t respond right away, but he didn’t resist either. After a long second, he obeyed—dropping to his knees in front of her.He looked up.Hazel stared down, water running between them.It felt like she had tamed a dog.Not just any dog—A wild, untamed dog.And now, he was hers.The way he looked at her—submissive, waiting—it was clear... Hazel took control.Water dripped steadily around them, the only sound in the room.She r
Hazel lay on the edge of the bed, naked and breathless. Her chest rose and fell as she stared up at Francisco, who stood in front of her, also gasping. He rolled on a condom, his eyes locked on hers.His body was strong, sculpted—and she couldn’t look away.Francisco leaned in slowly, brushing his thumb across her lips. Hazel closed her eyes at the warmth of his touch.He kissed her—softly, deeply.Hazel kissed him back, matching his pace. The kiss stretched out, unhurried, full of quiet tension. When he finally pulled away, he stayed close, his forehead nearly touching hers.“If it hurts,” he whispered, “just tell me.”Hazel said nothing. She only wet her lips with her tongue, her breath still shaky.That silence was enough. He kissed her again, slower this time, trailing his lips down her neck.Then he gently pushed himself inside her.Hazel gasped, clinging to his hair, her fingers curling in. A quiet moan escaped her lips as he began to move—slow and carefully.It wasn’t like him.
It had been four days, and Francisco’s men still hadn’t found Ron.Nothing.Not a trace.No word.Ron had been one of his most trusted men.Even Martin had no clue. Wherever Rafael was keeping him, it was off the grid.Francisco sat on the porch, deep in thought. His eyes were heavy, jaw tight. He leaned forward, elbow resting on his knee, fingers grazing his chin.Hazel noticed him sitting there, alone.Though he tried to seem normal around her, she could see right through it. His face gave it away—the weight, the tension.She walked toward him.Francisco heard her footsteps and slowly lowered his hand.“You seem tense,” Hazel said gently.Francisco gave her a faint smile.“Maybe…”He leaned back in the chair, exhaling. “Seems that bastard won’t let me breathe.”At the mention of Rafael, Hazel shifted her gaze, avoiding his eyes.She walked to the railing and rested her elbow on it, her cheek pressed into her hand. She stared at the yard, unmoving, lost in thought.Francisco turned h
Hazel asked in a low, uncertain voice, “Is everything okay?”Francisco didn’t answer right away. He stayed quiet, as if searching for the words.After a long pause, he finally spoke.“Yeah... just tired.”“Sometimes I just want to disappear. Leave everything behind.”“Somewhere no one can find me. Just you and me.”“No chaos. No pressure. Nothing.”Hazel gently moved her fingers through his hair, listening. His words felt heavy, almost like a confession.Without thinking much, she asked, “Do you feel bad... doing those things?”Silence!Francisco didn’t answer right away. His jaw tightened.“It doesn’t matter what you feel,” he finally said. “You just do what the world demands from you.”“That’s the world I grew up in.”He lifted his head from her lap and looked into her eyes.Hazel slowly lowered her gaze, but their eyes met halfway.His voice dropped, raw and unsure.“Hazel, can I tell you everything I want?”Hazel’s heart skipped a beat.This wasn’t the Francisco she was used to.H