The morning sunlight filtered through the thin curtains, casting a warm glow on Allison's features. Her eyes fluttered open, a disoriented haze clouding her mind as she struggled to make sense of her surroundings. The heavy weight of her master's body pressed against her, a stark reminder of last night's brutal events.Her body throbbed with pain, each movement sending a fresh wave of agony coursing through her veins. Biting her lip, she fought against the tears that threatened to spill forth, refusing to give into the despair that threatened to overwhelm her.With each passing moment, Allison's fury and humiliation mounted. She squirmed against his hold, her muscles straining against his grip as she desperately sought to escape his clutches. But Romario held fast, his arms like steel bands that refused to relent. Finally, he stirred, his eyes flickering open to meet her glare. Without a word, he pressed his lips to her forehead, the gesture a mockery of affection. Allison recoiled,
The police surrounded them, shouting, "Put your hands behind your head!" as they pointed their guns. Romario glanced around, desperate to escape. He grabbed one of the girls as a human shield, but the police opened fire, and she fell to the ground, her blood spilling onto the floor. Romario dropped her and ran, taking advantage of the police's momentary distraction with Tristian.The police soon realized he was gone and gave chase, hot on his heels. Romario kept running, dodging bullets and thinking on his feet. He considered escaping in his car, but since this is a trap then they might have planted a bomb in there.Romario jumped into a moving trash truck, and the police gave chase, scrambling to get back into their cars. He screamed in anger, knowing he couldn't get caught in England. When the truck passed a dark alley, he leapt out and hid, aware the police would be looking for the truck.To blend in with the homeless people in the alley, Romario removed his jacket and messed up hi
The three Masters exchanged nervous glances, their faces etched with uncertainty and fear for the first time. "Wake up all the slaves!" Terrone yelled at Leonardo, his voice laced with urgency. "Tell the men to lock down the house and bring the weapons!" he growled at Romario.Romario, still in shock, rushed to the guards outside. "Lock down the house! Make sure no one comes in or out!" he screamed, and the guards nodded and sprang into action. As Romario watched, the mansion's lights flickered on, and servants scurried to hide the illicit substances that could land them in jail.He raced back to his father, who was barking orders at the guards to move faster. "We can't find the person behind the message - it's like they vanished into thin air!" Terrone exclaimed, frustration etched on his face. Romario nodded. "We'll deal with that later. For now, let's make sure we don't end up in prison."Romario dashed to his room to clear out his weapons, while Leonardo instructed the servants to
Leonardo and Romario stood frozen, struggling to find words, their faces pale with anxiety. Leonardo's gaze darted to the door, seeking an escape route, while Romario's hand gripped his gun tightly in his back pocket.Just then, Terrone burst in, his hands covered in blood, and Naveen's eyes narrowed in suspicion. Naveen drew his gun, pointing it at Terrone's head, causing Terrone's breathing to hitch in surprise.Romario swiftly pulled out his gun, aiming at Naveen's forehead, but Terrone intervened, "Put the gun down, Romario." His firm tone conveyed trust in his father's judgment, and Romario hesitated, then tucked his gun away.Terrone turned to Naveen, his smile convincing, "Put your gun away, officer. I don't like being treated like a criminal." Naveen nodded, holstering his gun, his eyes never leaving the trio. "So, about the bloodstain..." he began, his tone hinting at a looming confrontation.Terrone held up his blood-covered hands, feigning nonchalance. "As you can see, my p
It's been weeks since the police visited the mansion, and the masters' bad mood had been palpable, casting a tense atmosphere over the entire estate. Everyone was on edge, walking on eggshells around the masters, and I was no exception. Emily's behavior towards me had changed dramatically; she watched my every move with an eagle eye, making me feel uneasy and uncomfortable.The head maid's harsh words snapped us back to work, and we continued planting maize grains under the scorching sun. I felt like I was on the verge of collapse, my body aching from the physical labor."Allison, please hurry up; I hate that we're always the last to finish," Rosita whispered, wiping the sweat from her face. Rosita had become a sort of friend, but I sensed we were only acquaintances, bound together by our shared struggles in the mansion.As we worked, I couldn't help but feel a sense of unease, trapped in a web of tension and suspicion. The masters' anger, Emily's watchful gaze, and the head maid's cr
It had been weeks since the police visited the manor, and our investigation into the mole who had set us up had yielded no results. The tension in the mansion was palpable, and everyone was on edge, especially my father. I sighed as I thought about his recent behavior - he was clearly hiding something from us, but I had no evidence. His anxiety and suspiciousness were starting to unnerve me.Just then, Terrone announced, "Namiro is here to see you, and she looks pissed." My dad grumbled in annoyance and stormed upstairs to his room. It was strange behavior, and I couldn't help but feel a sense of unease. My dad was acting like a shadow of his former self, and it was scary to admit.I stood up and walked into the sitting room, where Namiro was waiting. She was dressed in a stunning red velvet dress, her legs crossed and a scowl on her face. "Damn, red is totally your color," I said with a chuckle as I approached her. But before I could reach her, she exploded, "Why the fuck are you not
They locked eyes, the weight of Allison's words hanging heavy in the air. Her sobs echoed through the room, and Romario's expression twisted into a cruel grin. "I can't," he muttered, his voice laced with malice, as he helped her up. "You'll always be a slave, Allison. Even if you take your own life, you'll just be another slave who died. Your branding is permanent, and so is your status." He emphasized the harsh reality, his words piercing her soul like a dagger.Allison shuddered in despair as Romario carried her to the bathroom, filling the tub with warm water. He gently placed her inside, and an uncomfortable silence fell between them. Romario washed her with a surprising gentleness, and Allison didn't cry or protest, numbness consuming her. He quickly dressed her in his oversized T-shirt and pants, which swallowed her tiny frame, making her look like a lost kitten. Romario chuckled, a rare softness creeping into his eyes.As he laid her on the bed, his voice took on a surprisingl
The tension was palpable, so thick it could be cut with a knife. Jose took hesitant steps forward, his gaze locked intensely on Terrone's eyes. "You... you... I..." Jose stammered in a soft, barely audible tone.Venita shot Jose a smug look, linking her hand with Terrone's as she leaned on his shoulder. "Oh, Josey, don't act so shocked. We were always meant to be," she said, her voice dripping with mockery.Romario shook his head in disbelief, his eyes fixed on his father in disgust. "She tried to kill us, and you're smooching her right in front of us!" he growled, his voice menacing."Don't speak to your father like that, Mario," Venita chided, attempting to approach Romario. "I know I made mistakes, but we're going to be a complete family now."Romario's response was swift and brutal. He pushed Venita to the ground, his voice low and menacing. "Get your filthy hands off me, you whore! You're a disgrace to motherhood. And let this be a warning: if you ever try to touch me again, I'll
ROMARIO POVI woke up alone, assuming Allison had gone to do her chores. She insisted on it to quell the rumors spreading through the manor. Her determination to maintain appearances was admirable, but I wished she wouldn't feel obligated.Stretching, I headed to my father's office, curious about the news he promised. Hopefully, it was about the elusive mole Ken had been searching for. That traitor had been evading detection for far too long.As I entered, my father's gloomy expression matched the somber mood that had plagued him since Jose's departure. His eyes seemed to hold a perpetual shadow."Good morning," I greeted, taking a seat opposite him.He merely hummed, his eyes fixed on some unseen point, his brow furrowed.I rolled my eyes. "What's this meeting about?"Tristan's expression darkened, his voice laced with anger. "You tell me... You've been frolicking with that so-called pet slave of yours all over town."I sensed a lecture brewing."Why do you want to disgrace our fami
ALLISON POV I slowly opened my eyes to find myself nestled in Romario's bed, my face buried in the warm nook of his neck. His hand rested comfortably on my waist, a gentle reminder of his presence. This had been our sleeping position for weeks now, and I couldn't help but savor every moment of it. The familiarity of his scent, the rhythm of his breathing, and the security of his embrace all combined to create a sense of tranquility I'd never known before."Pet, are you awake?" Romario's low, husky voice snapped me out of my reverie, sending shivers down my spine.I stretched my body like a languid cat, arching my back and extending my limbs. Then, I turned to him, my eyes locking onto his. "Good morning, Master," I replied, my voice barely above a whisper.Romario's gaze held mine for a moment before he placed a gentle kiss on my forehead. His lips lingered, sending warmth spreading through my entire body. Then, he stood up, his movements fluid and deliberate, and headed to the bath
THIRD PERSON POV An unsettling silence enveloped the manor as Jose stormed out, leaving a trail of chaos in his wake. Romario swiftly intervened, dispersing the gathered maids back to their duties.Meanwhile, Leonardo rushed to Tristian's aid, helping him up from the floor where Jose's violent outburst had left him with a broken nose."Let's get you to your room," Leonardo suggested.As they navigated the corridors, Romario's mind reeled with questions. Who was this Gracia that Jose had passionately referred to as his "everything"? Why would Jose have someone else when he and Tristian had been together for over twenty years?Upon reaching Tristian's room, Leonardo gently laid him down on the bed."Thanks for your help, you can leave now," Tristian said.Romario's eyes widened in disbelief."We're not going anywhere until you explain what just happened," Romario insisted.Leonardo nodded in agreement, but Tristian's expression remained resolute, his eyes guarded."It's none of your bu
ROMARIO POVI sat at my desk, engrossed in paperwork, when a knock interrupted my focus."Come in, the door's open," I muttered, not bothering to look up.Ken pushed the door open, escorting a shivering man into my office.My brow furrowed in confusion as I set aside my pen."Who is this?" I demanded, eyeing the trembling individual.Ken stepped forward."This is the gold dealer, Boss," he replied.My expression transformed into pure rage as I rose from my chair.This was the man responsible for jeopardizing our alliance with the Genovese family.I strode toward him, my voice menacing."So, you're the one who thought he could deceive me," I sneered.The old man quivered."We paid you for the purest gold, yet you delivered fake," I accused.He shook his head frantically."I swear on my life, I gave your second-in-command the real gold chain," he pleaded.I scoffed at his feeble attempt to deflect blame."Your life was forfeit the moment you decided to double-cross me," I growled.The m
ALLISON POV "Get your lazy bones to work!" Mera snarled, her sharp tone slicing through my thoughts like a razor. I shot her a withering glare before trudging towards the kitchen, tasked with preparing breakfast alongside Emily. My feet felt heavy, weighed down by the turmoil brewing within. As I walked, I made sure to steer clear of Master Romario's path. For over a week, I had been avoiding him, haunted by the head maid's ominous warning: "He'll discard you like the others." Those words echoed in my mind like a malevolent mantra, fueling my deepest fears. What if I wasn't enough? What if Romario tired of me, just like he had with the others? The kitchen's warmth enveloped me, but my thoughts remain icy. "You're burning the sausages!" Emily shrieked, rushing to extinguish the flames dancing in the pan. I apologized profusely, my face burning with embarrassment, as I opened the windows to clear the smoke. Emily's worried gaze met mine, her brow furrowed. "What's wrong?
ROMARIO POV I woke up to the warm sunlight peeking through the blinds, illuminating my lavish bedroom. Stretching my arms, I tossed off the covers and swung my legs over the side of the bed. Today was the party in Mexico. My mind drifted to Allison, my pet. Lately, she'd been avoiding me, and I couldn't understand why.As I packed my bag, my thoughts lingered on Allison's captivating eyes. What had driven her away?Just as I zipped my bag shut, a knock at the door broke the silence."Boss, your private jet is ready," Ken, my pilot, announced."Give me a sec," I replied, grabbing my bag.I took one last glance around the room, ensuring I hadn't forgotten anything."Ready," I said, opening the door.Ken nodded and took my bag. "We need to move if we want to make our Mexico City deadline."I nodded and followed Ken out the door.The warm sun hit me as we stepped onto the tarmac. My sleek private jet awaited, engines humming."All set, boss?" Ken asked.I nodded and boarded the jet.As
Leonardo POV My mind was filled with rage was I saw my brother, Ramiro sharing a kiss with Kate, I felt like slamming him into a world but I just ignored both of them and left to the front yard. I rushed into my car and drove out of the manor, the guards at the door were giving me weird stares but I paid them no mind. Life wasn't fair to me at all. I am Leonardo Ndrangheta, the second son of Terrone Ndrangheta, the useless son as most people like to whisper behind my back. I have always lived in the shadow of Romario, he is better than me in every aspect, and that infuriates me.I drove to the nightclub, “Favre” is the most popular club in this side of Italy, the owner is my bestfriend; Vinnie Paz. As I moved inside the club making sure to avoid the sweaty bodies, I made my way to the VIP section and sat there. I called the waiter to give me his strongest drink, I had also drank four shots of tequila when Vinnie rushed to my side and seized the fifth glass. “Give it back!” I push
Allison POVWeeks have passed since Venita's death, and while Master Romario tries to hide it, I can tell it still affects him. However, he seems to have moved on. As I cleaned the sitting room, Kate glared at me, but remained silent. When I mentioned her threats to Master Romario, he told her to leave me alone, and she's been doing that for over a month now. I've almost forgotten she lives in the manor.Today, I noticed Kate was having issues with Master Leonardo, who's been giving her icy glares all morning. "Master Leonardo, here's the water you requested," I said, handing it to him. He took it and drank, then smashed the glass on the floor, startling Kate and me. "That's how shattered I feel because of you!" he screamed at Kate before storming out.Kate rolled her eyes completely looking unfazed by his actions, and muttered, “he's such a drama queen”. I cleaned the broken glasses making sure none pierced into my skin. Kate concentrated on her movie and kept laughing completely
Romario POVI sat in the police van, my hands cuffed behind my back, struggling to understand the surreal situation. Venita's sudden death didn't make sense, and I couldn't believe Officer Naveen had arrested me for her murder. The throbbing headache worsened due to the siren noise, making it hard to think clearly.My dad tried to reassure me, "Stay strong, Mario. I'll call Steven and he would sort this out." I nodded, overwhelmed by the pain and unable to respond. I glanced at my pet, seeing tears fill her eyes, and muttered to myself, "Don't cry, baby. Pretty girls should never cry." But I knew no one heard me. The events of the past few hours seemed like a blur, and I couldn't shake off the feeling of unease. I knew I needed to stay strong and focus on clearing my name, but the pain and uncertainty made it difficult to think straight.Officer Naveen exchanged words with my dad before we drove off in the police van. I leaned my head against the window glass, staring at the passing