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2024-10-29 19:42:56"You wouldn't dare dump me in the trunk of a car." Sandra sizzled at the man who had turned his back to her.
"Don't waste my time." He said to Dio, ignoring her.
Dio pulled out a gun from his jacket, as he closed the distance between them.
"Don't fucking touch me!" She screamed, shoving his chest.
Dio chuckled. His long, large, tattooed hands grabbed her wrist.
Her knee stubbed his groin. With a grunt, the butt of his gun clamped her jaw.
Tears stung at her eyes as she watched Anthony chuckling at the side. Blood had made its way to her mouth.
"Don't make it rough, if you don't like it rough."
Sandra wanted to hiss at the statement.
Reluctantly, she stretched her arms forward in submission.
"Chain me, if you must."
An hour had gone by when the trunk of the car finally popped open. Sandra's reddened eyes met with that of her master's.
"Get her out of my car." He ordered.
They proceeded to pulling her out of the trunk. In no time, she was set free, but her muscles ached badly. She needed warm water to ease her pain.
She trailed behind him as he walked towards the West wing of his gigantic mansion. At every door, every corner, every nook,there was a guard present, and it unnerved her.
She watched as he pulled a large door open. Quietly, she moved behind him, watching him lead the way.
"Here is your wing. Your entire space." He said motioning towards the hallway.
" You can do whatever the fuck you please, but you are not to step foot anywhere that crosses this boundary. If you're caught, the guards are permitted to use extreme force on you. There are six rooms, a library, a garden and two maids. If you need any thing, feel free to ask them."
Sandra took a step forward towards the long hallway as she inspected its pink walls.
"I need my dress fitting, seeing that I'll be getting married in a few days."
"Francesca will pick you up, tomorrow. We also have to make a public appearance by 8pm, tomorrow. Do well to at least look human." He instructed.
Sandra stomped all the way to her room with fury in her eyes. The man was going to ruin her life.
Anthony had stood, watching her stomp to her room with heels in hands. She was the perfect tool for his revenge, and he would make sure she made everyone pay.
"Sir," one of his guards called out to him, extending his arm with a phone in hand. Anthony took the phone.
"Anthony Mavens" he spoke through the phone.
"Good evening, sir"
"Don't beat around the bush."
The man at the other end grew quiet.
"what is wrong?" Anthony asked, his eyes narrowing.
"There is an error."
"What error?"
"Three of the trucks of cocaine that were to arrive today have gone missing."
Anthony felt his finger map his forehead in frustration.
"When were the trucks due to arrive?"
"Today."
"when were you notified they had gone off radar? "
"Two days ago."
Anthony ended the call immediately. He knew who was in charge of the game being played, and if they wanted war, then so be it.
With that, he headed straight for his car.
His head rested calmly on the seat as his driver pulled out of the residence. He wanted to murder someone. He wanted to make someone bleed, but he couldn't. At least, not yet.
His head spun repeatedly in anger, as they driver smoothly wavered through the streets. The sound of chirping birds alerted Anthony that they had arrived.
He looked up to see the gates opening.
Soon enough, the driver killed the engine as they arrived at their parking spot.
With no patience left, Anthony walked towards the house at the middle of the compound.
"My money or my drugs. Which am I getting?" He questioned, as soon as his feet placed themselves in the house.
The man who had called earlier cowered in fear. His lips were trembling, and his hands quivered as soon as he saw his boss.
"Where are my goods?" Anthony asked, molding his palm into a strong fist.
The man whimpered like a bruised dog.
"Where are my fucking goods?"
Still no reply.
Anthony retreated to the empty chair the man had recently stood up from.
"Sit." He ordered, motioning to the chair opposite him.
The man sat.
"I will ask this only once. Who took my goods?"
The man's lip quivered as he shook his head.
"I am not the one.." The man cried out with reddened eyes.
Anthony filled his gun with bullets.
"I know. But who did?"
The man shook his head repeatedly.
Anthony pointed the gun at his chest. He raised a brow, but the man continued shaking his head. He fired at his left arm.
The man's eyes shut in horror as the pain blasted through him.
Anthony waited for a moment, giving the man the opportunity to speak up, but he never did.
He shot the man on his left shoulder. The man dropped to the floor.
"Stop wasting bullets..."A voice called out from the shadows. Anthony dropped his gun to the table. Finally,the bastard would show his face.
A figure appeared, draped in black all through. With a smiling face, the intruder took a seat from where the man had just fallen.
Anthony smiled grimly at the intruder.
"Tell me you have my goods."
"Thank me for saving your goods."
"fuck you! " Anthony spat.
The intruder bursted out in laughter.
His head jerked backwards as he held his chest.
"I just saved you from the fucking FBI, and this is the motherfucking thanks I get?"
" You made me shoot one of my best men." He said,referring to the man who was struggling to crawl his way out.
" Where are my goods, Jordan?"
Jordan pulled a paper from his pocket.
He knew that his best friend would never trust him, even after seventeen years of friendship.
Anthony grabbed the paper, and stared at the coordinates.
"I need you to attend a wedding with me on Saturday."
"who's wedding?"
" Mine. "
Jordan's jaw dropped.
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Master Tony's revenge. Wedding preparations
"You're getting married?" Jordan asked wig a raised brow. "Yes." "Wow." He expressed, rubbing his chin. " I can't believe Francesca finally got to you " Anthony scoffed. "Francesca can go fuck herself in the ass. " Jordan gulped down the words tugging at his throat. He had honestly thought Anthony would find love in Francesca. He hated her,true,but she was compatible with his friend. Anthony needed someone who would always obey and agree to his decisions. "Who is she?" "The bride,I mean. Who is the she?" "Do you remember Caleb?" "Caleb?" "Caleb Martinson,my driver" " Oh,yes."" "His first daughter." "Why her?" "She's perfect." Jordan raised a brow in surprise. "It doesn't concern you." Anthony said, waving his worries off. "I need you there by 8 pm, at the central cathedral. This Saturday. Don't be late." He instructed as he rose to his feet. Jordan watched as he handed one of his men the paper and
Master Tony's revenge. The cameras are watching.
"Francesca...." Sandra said out in a slow motion, feeling the name on her tongue. "You work for Anthony?" She questioned, scanning the lady's outlook. She did not seem like a worker. She looked like her own fucking boss. Her hair was spun in a bun, with two curly strands in front. Her nails were perfectly trimmed and painted. She was wearing a three piece suit, while Sandra was dressed in white. Plain white. The bitch looked like the fucking boss, while she looked like the assistant. "As a matter of fact, I do. I am his personal assistant." Great! Anthony's assistant just had to be the hottest person on the planet. It made her head spin. Who would see that beauty and not want to shove his dick in her ass? "Can we leave now?" She asked, pulling Sandra out from her trance. Her smile was intoxicating. Her accent screamed elegance, and Sandra could not help but feel stupid, naive, and unworthy. "Let us leave." She finally managed to reply. A guard pulled t
Master Tony's revenge. Do you crave my touch?
"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 groane
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.
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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
