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.
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
Rafael took a long drag of his cigarette and exhaled sharply.“We need to move. We’re hunting a bastard,” he said, his voice cold.Freddie narrowed his eyes. “What happened, sir?”“Nothing,” Rafael muttered."We’re hitting Ron. We’ve got his location.”Freddie quickly reached for his phone. “Yes, sir. I’ll call for backup—”Before he could finish, Rafael snatched the phone from his hand.“No time,” he said, already walking. “Move your ass.”“But sir—”“I said move!” Rafael barked.Freddie bit his tongue and followed. There was no arguing with him like that. Lately, Rafael didn’t listen to anyone. He didn’t care about protocol, didn’t care about backup, didn’t care about danger.Not since Hazel left.He was charging into the fire, eyes wide open.Ron wasn’t a big name. Just a street-level thug. But he was connected—part of a chain that could lead them straight to the top. Catching Ron could be the key to breaking open the whole network.Freddie glanced at Rafael’s back as they walked.
The next morning, Francisco woke up on time, but Hazel wasn’t beside him.His heart skipped. He quickly got out of bed and rushed downstairs.There she was—at the dining table, busy with something.He stepped toward her and asked, “What are you doing?”Hazel turned and smiled at him.Francisco froze.She smiled.Bright.Warm.Real.He blinked. Was he dreaming?“I was waiting for you, honey,” Hazel said.Honey?Francisco stared, stunned.“I made something special too,” she added.He couldn’t move.Hazel noticed. She walked up, took his hand, and pulled him gently. “Come.”She made him sit and then sat beside him. Without a word, she started serving him.Francisco stayed quiet, watching her every move.She looked… happy.“Eat,” Hazel said.He picked up his spoon and took a bite.“Is it good?” she asked.He nodded slowly. “Yes.”Then she held out a spoonful of broth to him.“Try it!”Francisco stared at her. His heart raced. He didn’t understand.Was this the same Hazel?He watched her c
Water trickled down Hazel’s body—cold, soothing, calming.She closed her eyes and let it wash over her, breathing slowly.After a moment, she opened her eyes and looked down at the water.Just minutes ago, she had rushed away from Francisco.“Did he notice something?”She whispered to herself, running her hands over her arms.She had left him so suddenly, he hadn’t even had a chance to stop her.Hazel let out a long sigh and turned off the shower.She felt a little more at ease now. As she rubbed her wet hair with a towel, her eyes went to the door.Francisco would be waiting.Taking a deep breath, she stepped out.Just as she expected, Francisco was seated at the dining table, waiting for her.As soon as he heard her footsteps, he turned and said, “Done with your shower?”“Come on, eat something. You haven’t eaten all day. That’s not good for you now.”Hazel gave a small nod and walked over. She took a seat, and Francisco sat beside her.They started eating in silence. The quiet felt
“Ahh…”Hazel was breathing hard, sitting on Francisco’s lap in the car.Her top was halfway open, exposing one of her breasts. She clutched his hair, still catching her breath from their wild kiss.With a sultry, dominant look, she pulled Francisco’s face to her chest.Francisco began sucking gently on her erect bud.Pleasure was written all over Hazel’s face.“Huff…”Suddenly, Hazel shot up in bed, panting and covered in sweat.Her eyes darted around the room.She was alone.She was on the bed.It was just a dream.A dream about her and Francisco.Their bodies tangled, their passion wild.“Oh god…” she muttered, burying her face in her knees. Her fingers gripped her hair tightly.“What am I doing?” she whispered to herself, embarrassed.Her cheeks burned as she bit her bottom lip.“I’m the pervert here,” she murmured.Hazel forced herself to stand, her legs still shaky. She walked to the side table and poured herself a glass of water.She drank it in one long gulp. She was incredibly