~Marco~
*Warning: Sex scenes*
"These are the documents for the drug sales last week" Inizio, my right-hand man.
This week had dragged on, dull and endless. I hadn’t found any way to unwind, and the weight of everything was starting to get to me.
I signed the last of the documents and handed them over to Inizio. "Finish the rest," I muttered, barely able to keep my eyes open.
Exhaustion hit me like a wave—I hadn’t slept properly in days, and it was starting to show. All I wanted was a moment to breathe and escape from the relentless grind.
I got ready to go to my club because they are always hungry girls looking for their vaginas to be filled. Inizio and I accompanied by three other guards went to the club.
"Welcome, Mr. Leonardo. The club is packed, and we’re expecting even more people soon," my secretary said, her voice professional as always.
I nodded, offering a brief hum of acknowledgment, then made my way to the bar. One drink would turn into several; it was the kind of night that called for it.
Before I got to the bar, my eyes caught a glimpse of this girl dancing.
"guarda in questa ragazza per me"I told Inizio and went to meet her. She looked and dressed like a slut so she would obviously be the one to drive my stress away.
(Look into this girl for me)
As I wrapped my arm around her waist, our bodies swayed in sync to the rhythmic beat of the music. The warmth of her body against mine was comforting, but it quickly turned icy. She pulled away abruptly, her movements jerky and unsteady.
Her face was turned away, but I could see the slight tremor in her shoulders. When she finally looked back at me, her foxy eyes were wide and unfocused, a stark contrast to their usual sparkle. A faint scent of vodka hung in the air, and I realized she must be heavily intoxicated.
She gathers what seemed like confidence and pointed at me, "Listen here you little fuck, get away from me or I'll break your balls and feed you with its remains." Those words flowing out of her mouth made a large grin appear on my face. A little attitude huh? Let's see how far she can go. I walked up to her closing the gap formed between us and rose her chin up making her look at me.
"Pretty girl like you shouldn't shout. Don't want a princess like you doing that."
She immediately furrowed her brows at the sound of the word, 'princess'. I thought most sluts love being praised but I was wrong.
She was different.
She immediately slapped my hand from her face and she was on the verge on fainting but she still managed to hang on.
Who is this girl?
"Don't ever call me princess, you smelly dumbass" she said making my smile to drop and the curved part of her pips beamed with joy. First of all, I am not smelly and I'm far from being a dumbass. This bitch didn't know who the fuck I was. I was now really pissed. I grabbed her by the neck to teach her a lesson not to mess with me. I'm the freaking king and I run everything around.
Let's start over again, don't ever insult me. I could kill you right here and now." I said still grabbing her neck tight. She struggled to remove my hand from the grip but I was far stronger than her. Her face was beginning to look pale and a small yelp escaped from her throat. I let her go and she inhaled a lot of oxygen.
This is a lesson she will leave to remember. She got up, shooting dead eyes at me and was about to walk away. Just like that, I felt something slap me right across my face.
This bitch never gives up.
She dragged the daughter of Luciano out and I was more than confused. Luciano never lets his daughter mingle with people because according to him, she was a delicate flower. Still trying to connect the dots, Inizio came to me with information about her. "She's the famous killer and she has killed tons of Mafia leaders including Luciano." He said and I looked at him waiting to hear the rest, "she has now presumed Luciano role and is acting as the head of the family."
I was happy she got rid of Luciano, my enemy but at the same time I knew she will come for me next. She doesn't look like one who will waste time in killing someone.
"Find more about her" I ordered and went to get a good fuck for the night.
I found Thea, my loyal slut. I led her to the room and I was down for business only, no mini talks.
"Hey, Leo. I knew you'll be back for me. No one does it better than I do" she said while her hand paced around my already exposed chest.
I held her hand tight making her wince in pain, "I did not come here to discuss your importance in my life. I can and will get rid of you if you don't stop talking and do the needful. You are my slut not my girlfriend so know your place."
I could see the pain in her eyes but I didn't care. All I needed now was a good fuck and she is the only person available for that.
She unbuttoned my trouser and took my dick in her mouth. She began slowly taking it in and out while stroking it with her hand. I rose her hair up in a ponytail and fastened the movement. I groaned and moved my hip in correlation to the movement. Thea was a loud moaning bitch. She moaned while sucking my dick and she moaned loudly.
I picked her up and threw her on the bed. She was fully naked. I pulled out a condom from my trouser, fixed it and moved towards her. She opened her pegs anticipating me and I already had effect on her without touching her.
"Already wet for me I see" lust lingering in my words.
"Only for you" she whispered.
I turned her making her ass face me and face down. I held her ass and thrust into her getting a yelp from her. "Take it all in for me slut" I demanded.
"Harder, faster, oh fuck" she moaned as she held the sheet tightly.
She tried to manoeuvre her way to touch my face but I pushed her back and slapped her ass hard.
"I'll be good, sir don't stop please" she begged.
I began thrusting harder and using my hand to rub her clit.
"Leo ahh Leo" she moaned loudly.
"It's sir or I'll stop"
"No please"
"Always a hungry slut tor my dick"
"I'm about to..." I could tell she was about to reach climax but I wasn't done, not yet.
"You'll cum when I tell you to"
I held her exposed boobs and thrust harder into her. Her screams and moans made me realize I was doing a good job on her.
I held a handful of her hair and tilted her head backwards and I filled my cock into her. I groaned and my heavy breaths were exhaled on her.
"Sir please" she badly wanted to cum.
"Cum" I ordered and she came all over my dick. Her hot fluid was all over the condom and she fell to the bed when I slowly removed my dick outside her.
I slid out the condom from my dick and disposed it away. She took my dick and rubbed the tip with her fingers. Cum was still on my dick and she use her finger to rub the tip. She began to stroke it with both hands after which she took it in her mouth.
"Just like that" I praised her.
She began to gag taking my dick deeper and deeper into her mouth.
Told you sluts love to be praised.
I groaned and took control once more forcing her head down and down. She gags more and more and I came once more into her mouth. The hot fluid passed down her throat as she swallowed and smiled at me. She laid on the bed expecting me to stay the night but I will never. She wasn't important to me; all she does is offer a nice fuck and that was it.
"Stay with me, sir" she said seductively. I knew this bitch wanted more but I only fucked her because I needed a distraction and she was there to offer.
Nevertheless, I couldn't forget the killer girl. The way she spoke, her little attitude made my dick twitched in excitement. I remembered her every second I thrust deep into Thea.
"Don't cross the line, Thea. Your job is to be my slut and offer me sex every time I need it. Never invite me again if you want to still be alive" I shot dangers at her while speaking. She nodded slowly and watched as me dress to leave. I left the building and went to the car. The only thing on my mind right now is to find that killer girl, fuck that attitude out of her and then kill her.
~Reina~The headache felt like a hammer pounding against the inside of my skull. Every throb seemed to echo with questions I couldn't answer. What the hell happened last night? And who the hell called me?I stumbled toward the table where my phone sat, the screen smudged with fingerprints. No recent calls, no voicemails. My stomach twisted as a vague memory flickered-static, a voice, and then... nothing.The last thing I clearly remembered was being at the bar. Drinks were flowing, laughter around me, but it all became a blur after midnight. There were faces, but they were shadows now, blurred and unfamiliar.The call. I closed my eyes, straining to remember. There was something unsettling in the tone, like they knew me-knew something about me I wasn't ready to face.I felt the ache in my ribs and glanced down. A bruise. My heart skipped. Did I get into a fight? Or was it something worse?My pulse quickened as I checked the door. Locked. But for how long?Was I scared? No. Fear would'
~Unknown pov~"Sir, she is inside the building together with a guard. Should I turn on the security?" "Not necessary," I murmured, closing the notebook with a deliberate snap. A slow, wicked grin spread across my face. "Let’s see what she can do."The maniac in me reveled in the challenge, the thrill of the hunt sharpening my focus.I watched her closely as she headed into the room and the guard was behind her. Perplexed, I watched as she was the one guarding him instead of the other way round. She found the drawer after minutes of checking and found the code too. She was smart but not exactly smart. Even though she was able to get rid of the security cameras outside, there were hidden ones inside.I watched her closely as she picked all the documents and headed out feeling accomplished. Fake documents Marco planted to avoid to much eyes on his family, my eyes in particular.I like a lady who beings up a challenge. I love dangerous women, I love her, I've always loved her.
~Reina~Being a rich ass 20 year-old gang leader was not on my bucket list but I freaking love it. The smell of blood, people's cries that sounded like music to me made me happy.I never had a family that brought me up to be 'normal'. My family was made with the Stingers.I became their weapon, their shield, their ruthless enforcer. Killing was my trade, my survival. Money was the only currency I recognized. My parents? A blur, a distant echo. The lonely, scared child I once was is a ghost. The Stingers were my family, crime my inheritance.I'd grown up in a world where violence was as commonplace as breathing. The scent of blood was familiar, the rhythm of gunfire a lullaby. My childhood was a blur of shadows, punctuated by the harsh commands of my superiors. I learned to suppress emotions, to replace empathy with indifference. The world was a chessboard, and human life was merely pawns to be sacrificed.Now, as they circled the house, I stepped into the lion's den. Each guard that f
~Reina~ I stared at her, trying to grasp her words. She was a stranger, yet there was a familiarity in her voice, a desperate warmth I couldn't ignore. Her face remained blurred, like a figure in a dream you're trying to hold on to.'I gave birth to her...' she repeated, her voice cracking. There was raw pain in her words, and a bitterness that twisted them. 'They forced us to hand her over. If we hadn't, we'd all be dead by now.'A chill ran down my spine. She was talking about me, wasn't she? I didn't want to believe it, but every syllable she spoke felt like another piece falling into place. I tried to speak, to ask her who she was, why she'd abandoned me to this...life. But the words caught in my throat, and all I could do was watch her fade back into the shadows of my past.""Yes, she's our weapon now and your death. Kill them"They shoved the knife into my hand, its cold, unforgiving weight settled into my little trembling fingers. Tears blurred my vision, but I felt their eyes
~Reina~I stared at her, my gaze cutting deep, searching for the truth buried beneath her façade. I wasn't like others. I was taught to manipulate, to lie, to get what I wanted-no matter the cost. Killing was just a tool, a means to an end.I leaned in closer, my voice cold. "Tell me who's really in charge. Or you won't like the consequences."She signed, a long, heavy breath escaping her lips as she leaned back, as if the weight of this revelation was something she had carried for too long. There was a shift in her demeanour now-less pride and more resignation."The Mafia family works in a different way than you have in your brain," she said, her voice tinged with both frustration and exhaustion. "My husband, Luciano, was not the head. Or should I say... he was not the Don of the Mafia."The words hung in the air, heavy and loaded with implications. I could see the realization in her eyes-this wasn't just a simple power struggle. There was more to the story, something deeper, somethi
~Reina~The furious pounding on the door forced me from bed. Gun tucked into my nightgown, I charged toward the door, every muscle tense and ready for a fight. I yanked it open, only to be met by Mrs. Luciano, her expression as severe as ever."Since you're now the leader of this mafia," she began, her tone calm but commanding, "you'll need to attend the meeting and learn everything before the ball. There's no room for mistakes."She didn't flinch at the gun in my hand. She never did.My ears couldn't really hear a word so I just nodded in response and got ready. I ripped the night dress off my body and went to take a hot bath.I stepped out, sliding into leather pants and a fitted corset top. My knife and gun sat snugly in their holsters, a reassuring weight against my body. With a steady breath, I headed to the meeting room.Inside, Mrs. Luciano stood at the head of the table, her gaze sharp and assessing. Miguel sat to her left, his usual smirk absent for once. Surrounding them wer
~Reina~I was late and it's all because of that pussy Marilyn. If I wasn't taking her with me, I would have made it there by now."Why cake your face so much?" I asked, already disgusted by her appearance."It's not too much," she retorted, lifting her chin. "I need to look approachable."Now it was my turn to roll eyes at her. Such innocent but dumb fuck human.I made a detour to see Leonara before leaving."Why didn't you tell me about this?" I snapped."I didn't think it was important," she replied, her tone indifferent.I clenched my fists, fighting the urge to walk out and never look back. She was wasting my time, and I hated every second of it. But if I wanted to pull this off, I needed her.I walked out and made my way to the garage. The black E-Tron was there, waiting for me-though Marilyn had already claimed her spot inside. Sliding into the back with Marilyn, we headed toward the club.The ride stretched on for an hour, each minute heavier than the last. My chest tightened a
~Unknown pov~"Sir, she is inside the building together with a guard. Should I turn on the security?" "Not necessary," I murmured, closing the notebook with a deliberate snap. A slow, wicked grin spread across my face. "Let’s see what she can do."The maniac in me reveled in the challenge, the thrill of the hunt sharpening my focus.I watched her closely as she headed into the room and the guard was behind her. Perplexed, I watched as she was the one guarding him instead of the other way round. She found the drawer after minutes of checking and found the code too. She was smart but not exactly smart. Even though she was able to get rid of the security cameras outside, there were hidden ones inside.I watched her closely as she picked all the documents and headed out feeling accomplished. Fake documents Marco planted to avoid to much eyes on his family, my eyes in particular.I like a lady who beings up a challenge. I love dangerous women, I love her, I've always loved her.
~Reina~The headache felt like a hammer pounding against the inside of my skull. Every throb seemed to echo with questions I couldn't answer. What the hell happened last night? And who the hell called me?I stumbled toward the table where my phone sat, the screen smudged with fingerprints. No recent calls, no voicemails. My stomach twisted as a vague memory flickered-static, a voice, and then... nothing.The last thing I clearly remembered was being at the bar. Drinks were flowing, laughter around me, but it all became a blur after midnight. There were faces, but they were shadows now, blurred and unfamiliar.The call. I closed my eyes, straining to remember. There was something unsettling in the tone, like they knew me-knew something about me I wasn't ready to face.I felt the ache in my ribs and glanced down. A bruise. My heart skipped. Did I get into a fight? Or was it something worse?My pulse quickened as I checked the door. Locked. But for how long?Was I scared? No. Fear would'
~Marco~*Warning: Sex scenes*"These are the documents for the drug sales last week" Inizio, my right-hand man.This week had dragged on, dull and endless. I hadn’t found any way to unwind, and the weight of everything was starting to get to me.I signed the last of the documents and handed them over to Inizio. "Finish the rest," I muttered, barely able to keep my eyes open.Exhaustion hit me like a wave—I hadn’t slept properly in days, and it was starting to show. All I wanted was a moment to breathe and escape from the relentless grind.I got ready to go to my club because they are always hungry girls looking for their vaginas to be filled. Inizio and I accompanied by three other guards went to the club."Welcome, Mr. Leonardo. The club is packed, and we’re expecting even more people soon," my secretary said, her voice professional as always.I nodded, offering a brief hum of acknowledgment, then made my way to the bar. One drink would turn into several; it was the kind of night
~Reina~I was late and it's all because of that pussy Marilyn. If I wasn't taking her with me, I would have made it there by now."Why cake your face so much?" I asked, already disgusted by her appearance."It's not too much," she retorted, lifting her chin. "I need to look approachable."Now it was my turn to roll eyes at her. Such innocent but dumb fuck human.I made a detour to see Leonara before leaving."Why didn't you tell me about this?" I snapped."I didn't think it was important," she replied, her tone indifferent.I clenched my fists, fighting the urge to walk out and never look back. She was wasting my time, and I hated every second of it. But if I wanted to pull this off, I needed her.I walked out and made my way to the garage. The black E-Tron was there, waiting for me-though Marilyn had already claimed her spot inside. Sliding into the back with Marilyn, we headed toward the club.The ride stretched on for an hour, each minute heavier than the last. My chest tightened a
~Reina~The furious pounding on the door forced me from bed. Gun tucked into my nightgown, I charged toward the door, every muscle tense and ready for a fight. I yanked it open, only to be met by Mrs. Luciano, her expression as severe as ever."Since you're now the leader of this mafia," she began, her tone calm but commanding, "you'll need to attend the meeting and learn everything before the ball. There's no room for mistakes."She didn't flinch at the gun in my hand. She never did.My ears couldn't really hear a word so I just nodded in response and got ready. I ripped the night dress off my body and went to take a hot bath.I stepped out, sliding into leather pants and a fitted corset top. My knife and gun sat snugly in their holsters, a reassuring weight against my body. With a steady breath, I headed to the meeting room.Inside, Mrs. Luciano stood at the head of the table, her gaze sharp and assessing. Miguel sat to her left, his usual smirk absent for once. Surrounding them wer
~Reina~I stared at her, my gaze cutting deep, searching for the truth buried beneath her façade. I wasn't like others. I was taught to manipulate, to lie, to get what I wanted-no matter the cost. Killing was just a tool, a means to an end.I leaned in closer, my voice cold. "Tell me who's really in charge. Or you won't like the consequences."She signed, a long, heavy breath escaping her lips as she leaned back, as if the weight of this revelation was something she had carried for too long. There was a shift in her demeanour now-less pride and more resignation."The Mafia family works in a different way than you have in your brain," she said, her voice tinged with both frustration and exhaustion. "My husband, Luciano, was not the head. Or should I say... he was not the Don of the Mafia."The words hung in the air, heavy and loaded with implications. I could see the realization in her eyes-this wasn't just a simple power struggle. There was more to the story, something deeper, somethi
~Reina~ I stared at her, trying to grasp her words. She was a stranger, yet there was a familiarity in her voice, a desperate warmth I couldn't ignore. Her face remained blurred, like a figure in a dream you're trying to hold on to.'I gave birth to her...' she repeated, her voice cracking. There was raw pain in her words, and a bitterness that twisted them. 'They forced us to hand her over. If we hadn't, we'd all be dead by now.'A chill ran down my spine. She was talking about me, wasn't she? I didn't want to believe it, but every syllable she spoke felt like another piece falling into place. I tried to speak, to ask her who she was, why she'd abandoned me to this...life. But the words caught in my throat, and all I could do was watch her fade back into the shadows of my past.""Yes, she's our weapon now and your death. Kill them"They shoved the knife into my hand, its cold, unforgiving weight settled into my little trembling fingers. Tears blurred my vision, but I felt their eyes
~Reina~Being a rich ass 20 year-old gang leader was not on my bucket list but I freaking love it. The smell of blood, people's cries that sounded like music to me made me happy.I never had a family that brought me up to be 'normal'. My family was made with the Stingers.I became their weapon, their shield, their ruthless enforcer. Killing was my trade, my survival. Money was the only currency I recognized. My parents? A blur, a distant echo. The lonely, scared child I once was is a ghost. The Stingers were my family, crime my inheritance.I'd grown up in a world where violence was as commonplace as breathing. The scent of blood was familiar, the rhythm of gunfire a lullaby. My childhood was a blur of shadows, punctuated by the harsh commands of my superiors. I learned to suppress emotions, to replace empathy with indifference. The world was a chessboard, and human life was merely pawns to be sacrificed.Now, as they circled the house, I stepped into the lion's den. Each guard that f