Damon The warehouse was large and mostly dilapidated. Parts of the roof and walls were broken, making it a den for the homeless and a place most gangs avoided. Apparently, these people had done a quick job of sending away the homeless and cleaning it up. I nodded for Alessandro to go ahead and pick the lock of the barbed wire fence surrounding the warehouse. He was an expert at such tasks, and I trusted him with it. His leaner figure, however, made him an easy prey for many, especially when surrounded by the rest of us. It was always a mistake, but being slightly leaner meant he was fast. The little assignment of picking the lock took him only a few seconds as he quickly removed the padlock and gently swung the gate open. Stealth was exactly my plan for the night; after all, it wouldn't matter once they were dead or out. The man I had briefly discussed the plan with and the van on our way there decided it would be a good idea to be quiet until the point of entry. This was a good s
Isabella Just after the boy met eyes with me in my dream, it faded into another one. This time, it was a memory I was fond of. I played with Uncle Rodrigo, who enjoyed tossing me high up into the sky before catching me and tickling me. Uncle Rodrigo mostly spoke in Italian; his reason was that he wanted us children to get used to the mother tongue. It was his consistent actions that made me able to understand Italian with ease and speak it as well. Back then, Cassandra was not so twisted. She was a sweet girl, except it was clear that her father had spoiled her a little too much. Sometimes, it was evident in the way I would wake up and find some of my shoes missing, only to see them on Cassandra's feet. For a while, I let it slide, and then my mother spoke to me harshly. It was then I confessed to my mother that I suspected who was stealing my shoes. Especially when my mother didn't believe it until she did, and told me to talk to my friend. I spoke to Cassandra that day and felt
Damon I was walking a slippery slope. It was hard not to, after all, Isabella was a slippery slope herself. Being around her made me feel like I was being sucked into a whirlpool or a black hole that threatened to take rather than give. But it wasn't a painful experience, neither was it something I was hoping to live for. She moaned beneath me as I kissed her softly. I could tell that she was skeptical and probably would prefer it if she left, so I deemed it would be best not to scare her off. Her hand slowly moved from where it was on the bed and wrapped around my neck, her fingers threading through my hair. Our tongues danced together, passionately and slowly, in a wet, sloppy kiss that did nothing but drive me insane with lust as my dick strained painfully against the trousers I wore. Isabella herself made things easy. She responded and behaved in a way that was similar to an instrument I was playing. Every note I struck, she sounded as a perfect resonant tone filling up my room
Isabella I woke up to the sight of Damon's hard chest. My eyes were face-to-face with his bronze skin and the light tufts of hair that I never knew were there. The hair was a dark brown color but seemed to blend into his skin, making it nearly impossible to see from afar. "Fascinating," I thought to myself as I poked at one strand. My eyes went to the tattoo on his chest. It was the tattoo of an angel holding a sword and standing under what seemed to be a tree. I didn't understand how the tattoo artist managed to capture it, but it looked amazing. My hand slowly traced around the beams of light that were tattooed with gold and the sword that was the same color as the being. Just as my finger was about to trace the wings, I heard Damon mumble, "It's ticklish," he said with a deep voice. "And I'm sorry," I said. He smiled and suddenly rolled over until I was beneath him, his weight gently pressed against me. He crouched up and placed his arms on either side of my head. "What are
IsabellaPaula suddenly exclaimed, drawing my attention away from the shower and towards her. "What is it?" I asked her."Your boyfriend was wearing a mask. What was that about? Plus, a lot of things are too suspicious," she said.I rolled my eyes at Paula. I knew that when her mind was settled on something, she would pry about it until she got information. "It's the mafia," I said, and she finally kept quiet."What do you have to do with the mafia?" she asked, her eyes widening as she was ready to soak in more information."It's complicated," I told her. "And I also don't want to tell you.""Why not?" she asked."It's not because I don't trust you to keep it a secret," I confessed. In truth, I didn't trust Paula to keep anything a secret, but I also knew that she had limits. It wasn't her secret-keeping abilities I trusted; it was the fact that one day someone would find out. With her father being a rich man, I was sure that finding out wouldn't be a good thing."Let's just say that
Isabella Suddenly, as his mouth once again made contact with my breast, there was a knock on the door. I couldn't decide if I wanted to feel relief or anger, but I knew I felt something conflicted. Damon grumbled about interruptions and how he would tear off the person's head as he put me down beside him. I quickly pulled down my shirt and pulled up my trousers before arranging myself so I would look presentable. The person who had been knocking stepped in before Damon said so, making me wonder who they could be. It just so happened to be Julian. Julian looked better than he did the last night when I saw him. His face still looked swollen, but most of the blackness around his eye and the swelling had reduced, making him look like a different person. Damon, on the other hand, looked like he did before a fight. Focused, with his eyebrows drawn together. His lips were set into a thin line as his eyes darted back and forth between me and Julian. He looked like he was about to fight. I
DamonShe was perfection. Every curve, every dip, every inch of skin covered was sheer perfection. Just as I had thought, she had a small waist that flared out into wide, lush hips. Her thighs were thick and juicy, making me want to grab hold of them for dear life. But I had promised her that I wouldn't try anything. I walked into that one by myself, only to ensure that she felt safe with me. It was hard keeping my sanity in the shower. Inversely, her sweet, plump ass jiggled against my thighs or my hips, causing me pain as I became hard beyond belief. It wasn't so bad, however. I knew there would be better things that would happen later, but for now, we needed trust.After the shower, she sat on my bed clad in a white bathrobe, a towel on her hair tied in a fashion that I would never understand. I was dressing up in my signature black outfit as I was preparing for the impromptu meeting. Isabella had made me happy, so perhaps I would decide not to hurt anybody today.Suddenly, our ey
Damon"I don't understand why you are feeling attached to this girl," the woman said. "Her existence is an attack on your dynasty. Her existence is a question to the legitimacy of your rule."If Martino was power hungry, perhaps he would listen to his wife. If I was like the Rodrigos, I would definitely listen. But Esmeralda didn't understand something. She didn't know that I had taken the mafia throne on instruction. But she didn't need to know. After all, she and her husband would be dying shortly.The snake woman seated in the middle of both companies looked at me and cleared her throat. She scribbled something on a note and passed it over to me.In elegant words, it read: "If anything happens to the Rivaldis, there's a chance that all of the mafia in Italy will come after you. They are here under the protection of the the Don of Rome."I crumpled the paper when I was done and tossed it over my shoulder. "I don't like repeating myself," I said. "The Montenegros are the rightful own