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2024-10-29 19:42:56"Fuck! fuck! fuck! fuck! Fuck it!!!" Francesca screamed as she tossed the wine glass in her hand. Her right hand grabbed the cigarette in her hand with extreme force.
"Fuck!" She cursed one more time, tossing the wine bottle across the room. The workers scattered in fear.
Beads of sweat had built themselves on her forehead. Her palm wiped across her face as she pushed the smeared, wet hair backwards. She needed a drink. Then another drink. Then another. And the a smoke. She snapped her fingers.
A cleaner walked forward.
"I need a drink." She said, tapping the table as she rose to her feet.
As she turned, she realized the cleaner had shrunk in fear and confusion.
"What the fuck are you staring at?!" She roared at him.
His Adam apple bulbed as he gulped down the saliva in his throat.
"Get me a fucking drink!"
"Which one?" The young man stammered.
Her eyes narrowed at him in frustration.
"Anything that takes pain away..." She groaned in frustration, slamming her hands on the desk.
The cleaner scurried away.
Her eyes shut themselves as she fell back on her chair. A whiff of her smoke, and she regained her senses. Her head laid patiently on the chair as she swung it around. Oh yes, she was aware of the men in her office. She knew they were confused as to why she was acting this way. Of course they had to be surprised. Every fucking person knew Francesca as the most collected person on Earth. That was what she wanted. That was what she had created. A perfect image. And Anthony thought he could ruin it. He wanted to ruin it. He wanted to ruin her. He was doing it.
"Fuck..." She cursed out as her hands moved to her eyes.
She stretched out the smoke. A hand received it and left the room. She wished everyone would just leave her alone.
Did she really have to work on the worst day of her fucking life?
Of course,she did. It was one of Anthony's many methods of punishing her.
And to think she had woken up excited. Anthony had proposed to her not too long ago. A week. Was it up to a week ago? She doubted. However, it wasn't the time of dates or mathematics, or mathematics dates.
He had proposed to her at work. In the midst of every single fucking person in this company. He wasn't too dramatic with her, but it was alright. He didn't kneel. She hadn't needed that. He had tossed the ring at her, and she caught it. For the first time in years, he had smiled at her. Fuck, he had said she would make a perfect wife.
She knew she would. She had built that character on for years. From the moment she had stepped into the company, she knew she would climb her way up, by hook or by crook.
The final piece was coming to place. Being Anthony's wife, and a member of the Maven's family was all that was needed to solve her problems. She would have the money to clear everything. Heck, she didn't even want a piece of his money. She didn't want to be a part of their dirty jobs, she had wanted his surname. Just his surname.
She had drafted out plans, made herself the woman she thought he wanted. She had seduced, and stylishly chased him.
He fell. Had fallen. Finally.
Francesca smiled at the memory. The first day he had asked her if she was interested in dinner. He wasn't too smooth with his words, but she had accepted. She had broken up with her fiance that night.
All was well between her and Anthony,or so it seemed.
God! She hated this memory.
Memories of when he had fucked her all night. All day long. In the office, at home, in his car. Every fucking place. They were the perfect couple. She didn't want his heart, he didn't want hers. They just needed each other.
Why didn't he need her anymore? Why didn't he want her?
"God!" She called out as tears ran down her eyes.
She was getting to the worst part of the memory.
Anthony had bought her a gift for the first time in almost a year. She had cried when she saw the house. He had hugged her. He had told her words he had never said. She had broken through him, and for the first time she thought, why not love this man? For the first time she had understood him. He wasn't bad. He was hurt. Just like her. He had been hurt, and broken. She wanted to fix that.
That day, or rather that night, she had opened up her heart to him. She loved him, even more than her own soul. She gave him everything that night. She had thought he would reciprocate, but he didn't.
After a night of vows, and promises, and stories, and lots of lots of sex, he disappeared. He left. Without a word.
She had dressed up for work, only to get there and denied entrance. Anthony had fired her. Her! The man she had given her entire heart ruined her life.
Her palm wiped her face, and trembling lips.
She has gone home in tears. The naive fool had thought Anthony had loved her. She had cried out a heart full of tears that night. Anthony was a fool. A bastard. What names did she not call him? But yet, she had struggled to find her way back, because she could not fathom a life without him. She chose redraft, replann,and reorganize everything.
Finally, she was back. It had taken two extra years to finally realize she was playing the wrong game all along.
"A smoke." She demanded, pulling her hand out.
Her eyes finally forced themselves open. She adjusted her position on her seat as she pulled the cigarette to her lips.
The time for reciting her sad story had ended,now it was time for her to rewrite it. Again.
"Good day,everyone." She started,wiping her nose.
Everyone mumbled their replies.
"Master Anthony has ordered that we prepare his engagement party that is to happen tonight. I don't know how you'll make it happen,but I expect it to be perfect. The guest will start arriving by 9 pm. Don't forget to set the invites out. Am I clear?"
A hand rose up. Francesca's eyes fell on the Asian woman.
"what?"
"What if the invites are not in town,or busy?"
"then pay a blogger to release a horrible news about them,or better still troll them online. There are a million bloggers that can do that."
The whole room grew quiet. She sighed in despair,realizing that was a private information.
"I'm just joking."
A feigned smile played out on her face.
"Just get all the important guests you can find. The earlier you get on with this shit,the better of all of you. Meeting dismissed."
Sandra's palms remained on her thigh as they rode back home. Lunch was interesting. Anthony had taken her to a luxurious eatery,and all through he had been smiling and beaming at her. It was comfortable that they had made Francesca uncomfortable,but she eventually left. As soon as she did, Anthony created a distance between them. It was clear that the contract was to be hidden. But she had slipped it out. She needed to fix that,before Anthony found out.
She looked at him to notice he was on his phone.
"Our pictures are circulating the internet." He informed her with his eyes still glued to the screen.
She mumbled a reply.
He dropped his phone on his laps.
"What do you want?"
A confused Sandra turned to him.
"What do you want?" He repeated. "Do you want me to hold your hand? Hug you? Sing for you? Play with you?"
Her eyes widened in bewilderment.
Her lips parted but words did not pass through.
" You keep stealing glances at me. Speak now,or remain silent forever."
A sigh of defeat escaped her lips.
" We are to be a couple."
Anthony groaned.
"I don't want this,but there's no way out. And as much as I think we will never grow to love each other,I at least thought we would be friends."
"friends?"
"Yes,friends." Her voice came in a shallow whisper.
"I don't keep friends. They're unimportant."
A silence grew between them. Anthony picked up his phone. Sandra remained awkwardly seated on the chair.
A few moments later,and Anthony turned to her.
"come closer."
Sandra shot him an astonished look.
"Come closer." He ordered again.
When she did not move,he pulled her towards him. They faced each other in the car,both breathing steadily. Anthony slid his hand into her back as he pulled her even closer. Her eyes shut as she felt his breath on her neck. Their foreheads met. Heat prickled Sandra's skin as she heard him inhale bad exhale. He smelled heavenly. His other hand found her thigh. He took in a deep breath,inhaling her scent.
Sandra felt her heart beat increased rapidly as his thumb rubbed her thigh. Her teeth dug into her lips as she sucked in the aura.
She caught herself holding her breath as his finger slid up her thighs. His thumb pressed her panty.
She felt her clit swell.
"Do you crave my touch?"
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Master Tony's revenge. A life of lies.
Yes! She wanted to scream yes. She wanted to feel his hands within her, around her. She wanted him on her. Her eyes squeezed as she imagined him on her. His large hands pinning her to the bed as he grinded her. Sweat trickling down his perfectly chiseled jaw as he moaned her name. His pink lips kissing her,right before his tongue made magic. His tongue.... She was sure it was beautiful. She knew it would work magic. The sudden urge to see his tongue rose up in her throat. She wanted him to tie her in cuffs,spread her legs and made creampie burst within her. Her teeth gritted each other as the imaginations flooded her. "No..." she ground out, biting her words. Her ears tingled as she heard a light chuckle. Her eyes slowly pulled themselves open as she turned to view his face. His full, pink lips pressed each other as his jaw clamped shut. Hadn't he smiled a second before? Sandra found herself tugging at her trousers in disgrace. The rest of the ride home was expec
Master Tony's revenge. I need to leave.
D-Day. It was finally the day. The day she would become a Mrs. The day her surname would change. The day her life would change.She had anticipated that change for years,creating random images of what her groom would look like,what he would say and how he would act. She had expected a dream come through,and not the nightmare she was living. She had always wanted a wedding. The topic wasn't new to her and her mother. They both wanted an extravagant wedding for her. How silly it felt that most of their desires and aspirations would come through, but yet it felt like the most horrible day of her life. "You need to arc your back, Ms Sandra." The dresser stated as she pulled the corset tighter. Sandra felt her insides crumble. Tears stung at the edges of her eyes. Her palm quickly wiped the edge of her face. She wasn't sure what was causing the tears. She guessed some of the pain could be attributed to the corset,but she was sure a great deal of the pain came from her insides
Master Tony's revenge. Anthony would kill her.
Francesca's heels clinked on the floors as she searched through the halls. The guards would not let her pass through the female wing, stating that she had to be there. "Get the fuck outta my way." She growled at the extravagantly large man. "No can do." He replied, folding his arms. His muscles popped as a result of that action. She groaned in confusion. She needed to speak to Anthony and she needed to do it quickly. Francesca had gone to the wine bar for a drink,and when she had gotten back,she couldn't find the bride. "Fuck you!" She spat at the guard,turning around. Where the heck could the girl have gone to? Did she not listen to every word that was said to her? She pulled the wristwatch to her face. It was an hour left for the party to begin. Where could she start searching? She could not let Sandra escape this marriage. If she did, her entire plan would be made a ruin. She turned around, proceeding to head to the bedroom. Somethi
Master Tony's revenge. Baby mama?
Sandra remained frozen in her seat as she watched Troy's body hardened. What had she done? Her shoulders slumped as she reminisced her actions and their consequences. Anthony placed the gun on her thigh. She took one glance at it, and shrugged. She would never touch that beast. She watched as Anthony proceeded to the seat across her. He sat directly behind Troy's carcass. "Dump him in the freezer." He ordered. Three men walked up, and pulled his body away. Sandra felt her insides churn in discomfort. She needed to throw up. "The first bullet was for thinking you could run off." " The second was for choosing him over me." He picked up a water bottle. "I consider it a great disrespect. One I would not tolerate. " He said, corking the bottle open. Sandra watched as he downed he entire bottle at a go. His adam apple bulbed as the water slid down his throat. "Why me?" She whispered into the room. He dropped the bottle. "Why
Master Tony's revenge. Mission failed.
".... And it has been confirmed that the couple were not victims of the disheartening incident. Although their locations are still unconfirmed, we have reasons to believe that they're safe and-" The voice cut short as a hand turned off the TV. Francesca stood at the far edge of the room, scanning the entire environment. No one knew what to expect as she had failed drastically. "You had one job." He said,placing the remote on the table. Her lips parted to speak, but he raised a finger, prohibiting her. "You had just one fucking job." He repeated. "I had a minor issue." She explained. "A minor issue ruined our plans?" "a minor issue?! "He thundered, slamming the desk. "do you know what it cost me to get his house infiltrated? He was already there. His bride was present. All you had to do was ensure that they were in the house. How hard could it be? " She raised her chin in defiance. She would not let the man talk down on her.
Master Tony's revenge. Anthony Mavens can afford it
It was a beautiful morning,the sun was out trying to reduce the chilliness of the weather. Sandra's his and was busy with the frying pan,preparing breakfast. The man took his cooking too serious. Blue was yet to rise. Thank God. She had a request climbing up her throat,but she couldn't think of a way to spit it out. "Here's your sandwich." Anthony said, handing over the plate to her. She jerked back to reality. Gripping it carefully,she avoided the feel of his fingers. It had been two days since they had escaped death's door. That night, Anthony had cuddled her up for almost an hour, and while she had felt it was the most peaceful thing ever, she knew she needed space and time from him. He was too hot. He made everything too hot. His aura was cold, but everything else caused a temperature increase. Her teeth dug into the bread. She was starving,and she needed food. Good food. Her eyes slid shut as she savoured the taste of the food. Anthony was a good cook. Too good. H
Master Tony's revenge. He hated her.
"How do you plan on getting the money from him?" Sandra rolled her eyes. Trust Tanya to always be cautious."Do you want to seduce him?" She waved his card in the air. "you stole his card?! Are you crazy?" She yelled hysterically. The entire cafe turned towards them. Tanya felt herself squeeze in her seat as she noticed Sandra's bodyguard glare at them. His gaze quickly returned to the book in his hand. "The art of anger management"read the title of the book. It was no surprise he had anger management issues. When everyone's gaze had faded,Sandra finally spoke up. "I did not steal his card. I wouldn't dare." "he gave it to you?" "yes.""and he told me to spend as much as I wish. Girl, I could empty his account if I wished." "I'm sure he didn't mean it that way.." "Who cares? He said to spend, and have fun. Trust me, he has way more than five hundred grand." "That's quite true.." Tanya considered as she sucked on her lower lip. "very true"
Master Tony's revenge. Already at death's door
The halls resembled that of a morgue. Extremely quiet. Steel walls resonated no sounds. Only one footstep was heard through the entire hallway. The white walls held no secrets. His eyes darted through the rooms as he noticed the widened eyes of people hiding. Most were cluttered in the closets, some hid under their beds. The brave ones dared look him in the eyes. Patients on life support watched in fear as he darted through their rooms. Yes, he could have just asked for Paschal's room number, just so the deed would be done easily, but he didn't want that. What was the fun in that?He preferred the scents of people's fear as he walked by, wondering if they were next. He never killed good people. Only people who deserved it. He glared at the baby who whined in room 204. The mother's teary eyes looked up to him pleadingly as she tried controlling her child. "Wean him." He uttered. Looking away, he slid out the door. His eyes took more notice of the environment as he
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Master Tony's revenge. She fell. For him.
The ride home was extremely quiet. Ryan had come back for her three hours after he had left, and they were finally getting to head home by 3:39. Who knew she would still have to meet other family members even after their casino stuff? She huffed her anger out her nose. "Is all well?" "No." She grunted. The silence took its course. She folded her arms across her chest. "What's wrong?" He asked, placing his hand over hers. She flinched a bit, before regaining herself. How could she explain that she wanted to be alone? Her head was running at three hundred and thirty metres per second. She needed to soothe and calm herself. She was angry, frustrated, sad and mad at herself. Why was it so hard for her to find a peaceful ground? What would it take for her to live a normal life? She was finally getting her life back on track. She had forgotten Anthony and his nuisance. She had her best friend and this amazing guy with her. And all of a sudden, every
Master Tony's revenge. You do remember me!
"Baby, are you okay?" Ryan asked, placing an arm on her shoulder. She clamped her fingers together, trying to force a smile. "Yes, I am." She replied, turning to him. Her lips spread. "Coleman" Anthony called out, digging into his meal. Sandra looked at her table to find out that a plate was before her. When did that happen? "Mavens." Ryan greeted. "Do you have any intention of introducing me to her?" He asked. Ryan smiled. "baby,meet one of my many brothers. Anthony Mavens" Sandra's frown grew deeper. He was pretending not to know her. Ignoring all they had shared. The same way he had dumped her before. "It's a pleasure meeting you." Anthony said to her with a grin. He stretched out his hand. She stabbed the meal before her. "Same" she replied with a wide smile. She searched his eyes. He really seemed not to recognize her. She stared deeper into his eyes and no flick of recognition passed by. Reluctantly,she sighed. She turned
Master Tony's revenge. Family
The long awaited weekend had finally arrived, and Sandra was sitting peacefully like the passenger princess that she was. Earlier that day, she had completed the low cut dress she intended on wearing to the dinner. Adjustments had been easy to make. The makeup artist she had booked arrived ten minutes earlier than expected, and luckily, they had gotten everything done at least five minutes before Ryan arrived. He had arrived in a black tux with his hair gelled backwards. It gave his face a more defined shape. His tattoos all covered up made him seem so innocent. His doe eyes took the form of a bunny's. She could see fear, panic and excitement behind the walls of his beautiful eyes. How important was the dinner to him? She smiled lightly as she recalled his reaction to her present look. He hadn't gasped or gushed, but his eyes had held her body longer than she expected. "Why are you smiling?" Ryan asked. She turned to him, quietly placing her palm on his thigh. She felt
Master Tony's revenge. Needy.
The door slammed in her face as soon as Tanya left the room. Sandra, feeling choked by the repercussions of her actions retreated slowly into the vacant chair her friend had just occupied. Her heart seemed to have sank to her stomach. She clenched it tightly, hoping to hold herself in place. She hadn't really meant what she said. She hadn't. Tanya wasn't a monster. She wasn't a saint either, but she was far from a monster. She sighed. In a way,she was right. Tanya was hurting these men and their families. Innocent people who had done nothing to deserve the sour plate of injustice she had dished for them. But was the truth worth her friendship? She collapsed further into the chair. Tanya was the only person she could ever run to whenever she was in trouble. Tan was her backbone. Her hope. Her candle in the midst of the darkness. Her doorbell rang, capturing her attention. Her nerves grew alert as she quickly rose to her feet. She quietly tiptoed to the door, avoiding any s
Master Tony's revenge. She walked out. Possibly from her life.
She looked around the room, searching the environment. The woman sitting on the other side of the table seemed to have her lips moving but Sandra's head was spinning too fast for her to grasp what was being said. Her lips quivered and she quickly covered them up with both her hands. She was sure her eyes would be reddened. The tears were already at the brim of breaking off. "I'm so sorry, my dear," A voice said, as she felt a palm resting on her shoulder. She looked to find out it belonged to the woman at the other edge of the table. "Get your hands off me." She growled, glaring at her. The woman, with fear in her eyes, quickly retreated as she tightened the grip on her baby. "I was only trying to help" She defended. A snarl escaped Sandra's insides. She couldn't understand why she was mad at the woman. Heck, she should be grateful that the woman just saved her from such a blatant liar like him. Her shoulders fell even harder as she tried to process her t
Master Tony's revenge. Alley
"Hi," Sandra greeted, wrapping her arms around him. He enveloped her and she took a whiff of his cologne. Gosh, he smelt nice! "I love your cologne," she complimented, pulling away from him. "thank you. How are you?" He asked, holding her left hand. She felt her cheeks flush a bit. "I'm okay. A bit flushed and stressed." "Why?" He asked, scanning her face. She smiled as she noticed his eyes trailing her out look. "I just finished my workout and the heat did not make it all too bearable. " "I understand that," he replied, pushing off the strand of hair that covered her face. She flinched back, pushing the hair to its original position. His brow creased in confusion. "You look good." He complemented. She forced out a smile, knowing he was feeling rejected by her actions. "The cargo and top go together. Blue is a really nice color," he continued. It was the first time in months where she wasn't wearing a crop top, sweater
Master Tony's revenge. The bride
Applying the face wipe on her chin, Sandra giggled at Tanya's remark over the phone. "Trust me, it's how they all behave on the first date. They're all sweet and charming until three months later. Boo, believe me. You will sit your god-damned ass down and wonder if that was the same man you met that night."she emphasized with a hiss. She scrunched her nose at her friend's remark. Ryan was obviously a nice guy,and she felt it was too early for Tanya to start having superstitions and thoughts of him not living up to standard. Her lips lifted up in a snarl. It was either ways too early to give him much credit. "I'll try to be careful," "You'd better. Just play along, and if you eventually get tired, hand him over to me. He has what I need. Paper. " Tanya said with a tight laughter so funny that Sandra had to shake her head. "It's not always about money," she replied, picking up her phone. "It is always and will forever be about money. Forever."
Master Tony's revenge. A gentleman
"What do you mean?" Tanya questioned over the phone,causing Sandra to groan. She tugged down the edge of her tight, black dress as she stared at the mirror. "Girl, I need you to talk to me." Her voice boomed through the phone's speaker. Sandra took a quick glance at her phone. "What do you want me to tell you?" "I need" she stressed cautiously " you to tell me who the fuck you're going out on a date with! I need details." "why?" She asked, smacking her lips together. "why? Are you seriously asking me why?"She scoffed,"You can't just drop a bombshell on me, and run off. " "what do you mean?" Tanya's groan filled the room. "you're a twenty two year old virgin who has refused any and every offer from literally any man that crossed your path since Anthony. All of a sudden, I get a call at two am-" "it's seven pm over here," Sandra cut in. "whatever" she waved off the remark. "I get a call from you, and all you say is 'I'm goi
Master Tony's revenge. Brown hair
The cart screeched loudly as she pushed it through the mart. Her hand molded into a fist, before she rubbed at her darkened eyes repeatedly. Sleep had recently become only a wish for her. Who knew being a boss could be so traumatizing? She bent her arm, checking the timepiece. Just ten am. Another cup of coffee wouldn't be so bad. She picked up a toilet roll from the shelf. It had been a while - two years - since the day her previous life ended. The life that had scarred her. Well, two years was definitely enough to break down, cry, build back and get the itching tattoo that irked her. Her attention diverted to the arguing couple who were spitting words at each other. The two angels beside them held teary eyes in silence. "You piece of shit!" The woman slammed her husband with a slap to his face. She watched in horror as he spat out words which were too obscene for even her. God, those children would definitely need therapy. She rolled her cart off
