Rafael went straight to the training ground, where mobsters were lined up, training hard. Some were exercising, others were taking a break—indulging in drugs or engaging in sexual activities—while others remained focused, training with guns.Grabbing a gun, Rafael headed to the shooting range.Gun training had always been his favorite. The sight of mannequins being destroyed with each bullet oddly satisfied him.'Why?' Leonard’s dying face flashed in his mind, making his nerves go rigid. His grip tightened, and he fired aimlessly, each shot tearing into the mannequin, destroying it until its parts scattered across the ground."You made your choice."Silence’s cold voice echoed in his head, and his anger doubled.He had given him a choice, and now that decision haunted him—even after so many years. It felt as though Leonard was still here, lingering in the shadows, whispering in his mind.His voice wouldn't leave him.He thought he had buried it—at least for a while—but the guilt was c
After training the mobsters and preparing for the night mission, Angie stepped into the room, utterly excited for the task ahead.Her body was slick with sweat, a smile on her lips.“So… did Rafael tell you why he acted weird in the afternoon?” Rosa, a slightly taller woman lying on the bed, asked Angie.Angie scoffed. “It's nothing serious,” she replied, beginning to remove her clothing and getting ready for a shower.“Let me guess. Silence again?” Rosa asked, taking a bite of her apple. She sat up on the bed, chewing with a small smile.“Yup,” Angie replied, removing her top and revealing her dark, beautiful tattoos that suited her tall, slender frame."They argue a lot, like father and son, both pretending they don't care for each other, whereas deep down they care for themselves more than anything,” Rosa muttered while Angie walked to her dresser to grab her towel.“Did you tell him?” Rosa asked, and Angie glanced over her shoulder, giving her a questioning look.“What?”Rosa roll
The heavy oak doors creaked open, revealing a man dressed in all black. His face was shadowed under the dim light of the chandelier, but his presence alone carried the weight of bad news.Gallos sat behind his grand mahogany desk, a cigar smoldering between his fingers. The air was thick with smoke, the scent of whiskey lingering from his untouched glass. His dark eyes lifted slowly as he gave the man a questioning look.The man hesitated for a brief second before stepping forward. "Boss, we have a problem."Gallos leaned back in his chair, exhaling a slow drag of smoke. "No," he corrected, his voice dangerously calm. "You have a problem. I sent you to ensure that girl got the job done." His gaze darkened. "And yet, you’re standing here. Where is she?"The man swallowed hard. "Dead."Silence.Gallos’ fingers tapped against the desk, his expression unreadable. Then, in one fluid motion, he flicked the cigar into the ashtray and stood."How?"The man shifted on his feet. "Rafael. She ne
Angie, with a flexible body, was a deadly killer, like an angel of death. She loved using daggers on her enemies—daggers coated with deadly poison, one that could kill within seconds.Just one stab or two, and her enemies went down to their deaths, bleeding from every hole.After slashing the neck of the girl in her hand, she watched the girl trembled as pain enveloped her, making her stumbled and fall to her death.Angie then turned to face a man almost twice her size.His muscles rippled beneath his skin, adorned with tattoos and scars sprawling over. He was tall like a giant and definitely stronger than her.Anyone would cower in fear at the sight of him.But not someone from the Deathroll... They are fear themselves!Afterall, being a Mafia isn’t about strength, but skills!"Come on, girl! Let's have some fun!" the man growled, slamming his fist onto his palm.Tilting her neck slightly, Angie played with her dagger before finally gripping it tight. With a sharp intake of breath, s
The mission was finally over. Gallos was captured, and his men were down. The Deathroll began gathering their stuff, ready to head back."Great job, Rosa," Angie greeted as Rosa walked towards her.Rosa hugged her, not minding the bloodstains on her body. "It's been long since we had so much fun," she grinned. "Right?"Angie nodded and chuckled."You were awesome out there. Like a born killer," Rosa said, offering a fist."Always," Angie replied, bumping her fist with hers.Rosa turned to leave, heading towards Viktor, who was busy ordering the men around. When he saw her, their lips collided into a passionate kiss. Viktor gripped her waist close.Angie chuckled from her spot, a bright smile on her face. Her friend was so lucky.She turned around to continue her supervision when she spotted something. With a small frown, she approached the figure."What's with the girl?" Angie asked as she watched the men bring not only Gallos but also an unconscious blonde girl. Her chest rose and fe
Milena’s head throbbed as her eyes fluttered open. She blinked a few times, trying to adjust to the brightness of the room. A strange ceiling stared back at her. The air smelled different—clean, but with a hint of something musky, something unfamiliar.Her heart pounded as she pushed herself up on shaky arms. The last thing she remembered was being thrown at Gallos's feet, his cold, cruel smirk as he promised her hell. Her stomach twisted. But this isn't his office.She swallowed hard, her gaze darting around. The room was simple, yet dark. The furniture was sleek and minimal. Everything looked expensive. The large bed beneath her was too comfortable, too warm.Her breath hitched when she heard the running water. Her head snapped to the door at the side.Her heart pounded in her chest like a caged animal. She wasn't alone.She needed to leave.Swinging her legs over the edge of the bed, she winced as pain shot through her knees. Her body ached, a reminder of the rough handling she had
"So, are you going to tell Silence about her?" Angie asked Rafael as they trained together."Does he need to know everything about me?" Rafael asked, shooting a glare at the mobster who had made a mistake. The mobster bowed apologetically."So, what are you going to do? Kill her?" Angie questioned, giving him a curious look."What?" Rafael raised a brow."I'm just asking. We saw her with the Gallos. She could be a spy," Angie shrugged, her voice calm.Rafael shook his head. "No. She's not like that. She was sold as a tribute to the Gallos. She's not one of them. She doesn't even look like someone who could hold a gun.""Oh, so you've spoken to her?" Angie’s voice tinged with slight irritation."Yeah. She’s quite interesting. So pure and innocent—it oddly intrigued me. I’ve heard of mafia bosses taking girls as their personal property… I guess I'll try that with her," he smirked, biting his lip as if he’d just discovered something exciting.Angie sighed, trying to contain herself."I’l
Milena stared at Rafael, wanting and hoping to see a sign of him bluffing. But there was none. This man was dead serious.Her blood ran cold, her heart drumming in her chest, threatening to burst out of its rib cage.“Now let go of the towel, little flower,” he whispered, reaching to touch her hands that held the towel tight.“Please,” she croaked, averting her gaze to the floor.Rafael sighed. “Didn't I just tell you…”“Please don't hurt me,” she cut in, a light sob tearing out of her lips. Her voice trembled with fear.“The fuck? Are you crying?” Rafael asked, holding her chin and making her look at him.Milena tried to hold her emotions in check, but she was scared. Terrified of what she was going to face here.She had heard of the mafias. She heard they are ruthless, cold, and do dark things. Terrible things she didn't want to think about. She heard they force women to sleep with them, and that terrified her.Was this man going to take her?“I'm sorry,” she croaked, more tears pou
Zade laughed at her pale face. “Just kidding.” He cleared his throat. “Did Rafael really buy you the clothes?” he asked in surprise.“Yes. Is that weird?” she asked, looking around and feeling glad the mobsters had their attention on their business. Though a few guys gave her looks, none approached her because of Zade, and Milena was grateful for it.Zade led her to a counter, helping her settle down.“A drink?” he offered.“Huh? No… I don't drink…”“Seriously?” Zade chuckled. “You need to feel the atmosphere. It would be boring without a drink.”Milena pressed her lips together as Zade slid a cup to her. She looked at the liquid and then back at Zade.She reached for it and took a deep breath before bringing the cup to her lips to drink. But just as the drink was about to touch her lips, someone took it from her.Milena looked up, meeting Rafael's gaze.“Rafael…”“She said she doesn't drink.” Dropping the cup with a loud thud, his eyes locked onto Zade, the air between them a little
It was finally the moment they all had been waiting for: the party.Many of the mobsters were looking forward to this day—a day they could call their own. No training, no missions…just fun.The air was filled with tranquility and excitement. The smiles and happiness on their faces were evident.It was a wild party filled with games, fun, and, of course, sex.Rosa spun to look at Viktor, whose eyes widened with admiration and love.“How do I look?” she asked, raising her head high and posing for him. She was wearing a purple short gown that clung to her slim, tall body.She was beautiful, with her light makeup and jewelry on. Her heels made soft clicks as she approached the stunned man sitting on the bed, completely speechless.His reaction made her know for sure that she was absolutely beautiful.She climbed onto him, parted her legs, and brought her ass against him.“Breathe, baby,” she whispered, kissing his lips gently.Viktor chuckled. “You've stolen my breath away,” he whispered
Viktor frowned as he spotted Rosa sitting alone in a dimly lit room. He seemed to be deep in thought, not even noticing when he stood close to her.“Rosa?” he called but got no response. “Rosa,” he called again, this time shaking her shoulder gently.Rosa snapped out of her trance, meeting his gaze.“Viktor?” she whispered, clearing her throat. “What are you doing here?”“I should be the one asking you that. What are you doing here all alone in the dark?” he asked, his voice tinged with worry.“Nothing… I just needed some time alone. And I'm already leaving.” As she made to walk past him, Viktor held her back.“C'mon, you don't need to keep that locked inside you.”Rosa’s jaw clenched. “Let go,” she demanded, but Viktor did the opposite by pulling her close for a hug.Rosa froze in his embrace, but she didn't return the hug. Viktor drew her closer.“Please,” he whispered, and Rosa slowly broke into tears. Her once brave and smiling self disappeared, replaced by a broken woman who felt
Milena woke up around evening time. Her eyes fluttered open to the strange room. The memory slipped in, and she recalled having a fist training with Angie, getting hurt, and Rosa taking her to the doctor before she passed out.Slowly, she sat up, feeling the pain already fading away. All she had were small aches in her bones… part of her was wrapped in bandages, covered so well as she healed.Milena sighed. The fight in the morning had been pretty scary. For a moment, she thought she was going to die.She was relieved that Rosa stepped in, but then her heart clenched in a strange way. Was she that weak?“Little flower?” Rafael's voice caught her attention; her eyes flicked in his direction in surprise. He stepped into the room, looking worried.“Rafael?” she whispered, feeling her worries wash away at the sight of him.He moved closer, holding her hand gently. “Hey, are you okay? Are you feeling any pain?” The way he stared at her in concern surprised her.Milena nodded. “I’m better.
Rafael decided to check on Milena. He did that sometimes whenever she trained. Though, she didn't see him whenever he visited. It was a sneak peek. His little flower was really trying her best to be strong.The sight of her determination brought a proud smile to his face sometimes.After he was done with his own work, he headed to the training center. However, what he heard sent a shock through his bones.Milena was hurt and had been taken to the clan doctor.“Who trained her today?” Rafael asked one of the mobsters, his voice rougher than usual.“Miss Angie,” he replied, and Rafael's jaw clenched. Without a word, he spun around and headed to the medical center.Reaching there, Rafael's eyes darkened at the sight of Milena. She was lying on the bed, eyes closed, her skin bruised, and her face slightly swollen.As he rushed in, the doctors in the room stood and gave him a light bow.“How is she?” he asked, his eyes not leaving her for a moment.“She has several bruises and a broken rib
The trainees aligned in a cue, hands behind their backs, heads straight up, and shoulders squared. Milena took a deep breath, trying her best to control the storm within her.Angie disliked her. She admitted it clearly the moment she came into the room and threatened her. Milena could only hope she would survive today and not end up with bruises.Besides, there was a party to attend on Friday night, which was two days away.Angie walked toward them with slow, deliberate steps, her eyes scanning each trainee like a predator sizing up its prey. Her gaze lingered on Milena a second too long, making her skin prickle."Alright," Angie said, her voice sharp and commanding. "Today’s going to be different. Viktor might have gone easy on you before, but I won’t. If you want to survive in this world, you’ll need more than just willpower. You’ll need strength, endurance, and above all—discipline."Her eyes narrowed on Milena. "And some of you… have a long way to go."Milena’s stomach knotted. Sh
The sound of his name on her lips was like an addictive song to him. The taste of her folds was like an addictive meal.Where the hell has she been all his life?!Rafael took her greedily, nibbling her sensitive flesh and licking her fluid. So good.His tongue parted her walls, then he shoved it in and out of her.He could tell she was over the moon, judging from her loud moans. The way her body slammed back to him when his tongue went in was the best sight.He took his time savoring her and tasting all of her. Her hand reached for his black hair, tangling her fingers through it and pulling him closer for more.“Oh fûck!” she cursed under her breath, lips parted as her eyes rolled to the back of her head.Her thighs tensed under his hold, and soon she released her wetness.Rafael took all of it, not missing a drop. He licked her dry and kissed her stomach.However, Milena, who had just experienced something out of this world, lay down on the floor breathing hard.Whatever had just hap
Fuck!Fuck!She did it! He wanted her to be the one to submit, and she did. Rafeal's mind went wild but he kept them in check.Her lips remained pressed against his, unmoved. She was inexperienced. It was her first time.Why was she so pure? So pure and trapped with a devil like him. Trapped in his own world. His domain. His hell.He wanted to spoil her… to feel every inch of her. Milena was inexperienced, waiting for his reaction, but he did nothing. She made to pull away, but he slammed his lips back on hers, this time taking the lead.He nibbled her soft lips one after the other, taking each turn to savor the sweetness of them.It was good. Too good. How the fuck did she taste this good? Slowly, she got the hang of it, moving her lips against his and mimicking his movements. She was a fast learner, and… damn! Why the hell was it driving him so crazy?He could kiss her all day.Addictive. He wanted more. Rafeal reached to hold her face in place; his tongue shot out, parting her l
Angie delivered a punch to a man's face. He staggered back with a bleeding lip. Just as he was about to fall, Angie held his collar, pulling him closer with a glare.“How could you let her in when you clearly know the rules? Rafael never lets anyone in.”The man with the bleeding lip gasped in fear. “I'm sorry, madam, but she mentioned you had summoned her and that Rafael needed to see her for an important reason.”Angie frowned at his words. What a tricky little girl she was.“And you believed her?” Angie questioned, her eyes growing colder.The man hesitated before speaking. “Well... I heard she sleeps in the Boss’s room, so I thought she might be special and wasn't lying. So I let her in... I'm sorry,” he said, his words tumbling out quickly.Angie shut her eyes, taking a deep breath to ease the anger in her chest before finally letting go of him.“You're very lucky that I'm in a good mood today because I badly want to gouge out your eyes right now,” she threatened, and the man bow