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
It's been weeks since the fight between Master Terrone and Master Jose, and the tension has been palpable. Mistress Venita, his wife, has been a constant thorn in my side, and I've been feeling the strain. As I mopped the kitchen floor, Emily approached me, her voice soft and cautious. "Hey Allison, the mistress wants to see you." I raised an eyebrow, my mind racing with possibilities. Emily shook her head, "Not my orders, but hers." She chuckled at my pouting face, and I couldn't help but laugh too. This was the fifth time that morning she'd summoned me, and it was always for some trivial task. I couldn't help but feel a growing resentment towards her.I wiped my hands on my apron and made my way to the sitting room, where Mistress Venita sat cross-legged, sipping her wine. Her son Leonardo looked eerily like her, with the same cold, calculating gaze. I bowed my head, feeling a shiver run down my spine as she fixed me with a dangerous glare. The Ndrangheta family was known for their
THIRD PERSON POV Leonardo and Kate sat at the dining table, stunned, as Tristian announced Romario and Namiro's engagement. The tension was palpable, and everyone could see that Romario was clearly unwilling, but no one knew why."Congratulations, bro," Leonardo said, forcing enthusiasm into his voice. Romario responded with his signature fake smile, which had been plastered on his face all day."Of course, Leonardo, you'll be our best man," Namiro chimed in, beaming with excitement. Kate scoffed, "I think that's the groom's job, don't you?"Namiro rolled her eyes. "Mind your business, bitch." Kate glared, but bit back a retort, not wanting to create a scene.Romario abruptly stood up and walked outside without a word. Kate threw Namiro a smug look. "Looks like the groom is already tired of you."Namiro's nose flared in anger. "Shut up, you two-faced bitch!" Tristian growled, "Enough! Can we please just eat dinner in peace for once?" Kate and Namiro muttered insincere apologies, stil
ALLISON POV The sunlight shone on my face, it was what woke me up, I stretched my hands to see nobody in the bed. Thankfully I was dressed, it seems like it was the master who dressed me before he left.I stood up from the bed, I saw a little note on his drawer, it read, “I had to leave early, I am so sorry but I would make it up to you. Love master.”I blushed as I shoved the note into my pocket, my skin felt very sticky and worse my body ached, but I don't regret last night. As I bathed, memories of the previous night flooded my mind. I couldn't help but reminisce about Master Romario and our night of passion. It was splendid, exceeding my expectations. Master was extremely gentle with me, and I longed to experience that again.After getting dressed, I entered my room to find Emily sitting on my bed, deep in thought. I tapped her shoulder, and she jumped, startled. "Are you okay?" I asked. Emily nodded, "Yes... you just scared me." I apologized and threw my dirty clothes into the
Allison POV Time flew by, and the days blended together in a pleasant haze. I cherished every moment spent with Romario, and my heart skipped a beat whenever he was near. The memories of our subtle touches a week ago lingered, and I couldn't help but steal glances at him. He looked captivating, driven by pleasure, and I felt my cheeks flush with excitement.Anastasia's teasing voice snapped me back to reality. "Lover girl, hello?" She waved her hands in front of my eyes, and I blushed at the nickname. Everyone in the manor knew about my involvement with Romario; his affectionate nature made it impossible to hide. I playfully rolled my eyes, and Anastasia chuckled."Hey Anastasia, are you done with the garden work?" I asked, feeling a bit guilty for not helping her earlier. Romario had distracted me, whisking me away to his room that morning. I had promised Anastasia I'd assist her, but Romario's persuasive charms had won me over.Anastasia nodded, a hint of amusement in her eyes.
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