"Good afternoon" I greet the board of Directors at the School of Meds University where we gather in the conference room for the first time for me as head where today we will be discussing the upgrades needed for the medical unit. I sit at the head of the table, while the board members sat around me, each with their own notepads and pens in front of them."I think it's clear that our medical unit needs a serious overhaul," I speak my voice hard and echoeing through the empty hall, looking around the room at each of them as their eyes stare constantly at me. "We have been falling behind in terms of technology and facilities, and it's time we caught up and bring this University to the great standards that it used to be. This is going to take hard work and determination, if you don't want to be here or you are here for the wrong reasons I give you the opportunity now to leave. No hard feelings." I wait for the two men that immediately jump up pushing their bodies from the table and leave t
"Ciao." I greet the blonde woman seated next to my brother in the booth behind the table at a louzy 24 hour diner, the both of them not completely fitting the dress code or even the area code. They stood out like neon painted colors on a black canvas. "Interesting choice of venue." I look around as I take a seat accros from them. The diner had a red, white and blue tone to it. Cheap and mostly empty, except for the few people sitting around filling their drunk bodies with food. "I like being reminded of where I came from, Lily." The blonde gives herself a name, extending her arm in my directions and I accept her introduction. "I am sorry to hear about your friend, Angela. She was also a friend to me." Lily with her smothering red lips peek my interest. She knew Angela?"Then my condolences to you as well." I nod my head Slightly in respect of a good friend who was taken away too soon. "How did you know her?""Well we went to the same University to begin with, but there the two of is
"Mia." I notice the gorgeous brunette sitting at the kitchen counter staring into the cup of coffee tugged between her hands. "Why are you not sleeping?" I question her as I place my suitcase on the table in the middle of the kitchen before removing my jacket. "I woke up and you were gone." Her voice a shallow hum creating small waves inside the raised cup at her lips."I wasn't far." I mention not that the distance mattered. I should have known that she wanted me here when she woke and I wasn't. "Sometimes it might happen that I need to go out late, but you should know by now that I am no further away than a phone call." I assure her. "I know." She whispers unconvincing before taking a sip of her coffee. "Do you ever feel guilty of what you do?""You need to be a little more specific. " I take a seat at the table not feeling well prepared for the following conversation. "Taking these babies from their parents?" She elaborate. "I know that you have this whole process, picking a chil
"I can't sleep." Madelaine lump her shoulders over letting them hang next to her body. She looks tired. "Let me see if I can remedy that." I point to the chair at the small table in the kitchen where my family likes to sit as they usually observe them and she takes in the chair that is offered to her. "I am glad that you are making friends." I mention as I pour some milk into the glass container. Warm milk is one delicacy that my mother use to make me and Achille before bed when we were children. It is considered a very good alternative to treat insomnia or in Achille's case, bad dreams."I try, but these girls are not what I imagined." She sighs. She was having trouble making friends? If she was, she was doing a hell of a job hiding it, besides... her one friend was unconsciously lying on the couch in the living room as we speak. "They are just so consumed with boys, make-up and sex." Her eyes was set intend on me as I wait for the milk to heat up in the microwave. "And you? What
"You bastard! You will sit for this even if it is the last thing I do. I am not scared of you." He continues continuously mutter sounding a bit scared to me even though he denies it. "Who do you think you are?" He spit, but quickly continues when I don't answer him. "I am no fool. I have kept quiet out of respect for your mother, but I will no longer keep my mouth shut. You are a sick son of a bitch, trafficking those whores into our country and letting them turn our daughters into little whores as well." Did he just refer to his own daughter as a fucking whore? Does this drunk cunt have no shame? "Our kids are innocent and too young to fulfill a man's needs..." "At last something we can both agree on." I interrupt his continues jacking. "Our kids are way too young for sex, especially if it is rape by the hands of their own father." I bend forward slightly to look him in the eyes. "The one man that is supposed to protect them." I inform him and by the way he scrunches his eyes togethe
"Mia" Her name flow from my tongue tasting like cotton candy when I fold my arms around her hugging her, tugging her close to my chest. "You look..." I didnt have words that could describe her. She looked stunning, amazing... No word could do justice for how beautiful Mia looked in the red dress that hugged her body so perfectly. Her hair fell over her shoulders to the one side revealing her neck and open shoulder. Her skin so flawless and soft. Red was definitly a new color on her and so was wearing such high heels and even tough this was not what I was used to seeing my girl wear, she still looked great, I didn't want her to change for anything."Come dance!" She giggles running towards the dancefloor covered with people swaying their hips and letting their hands flow in the air. She knows I do not dance, I shake my head watching her move her body around it's own axis. Her movements are fluid and rhythmical attracting the attention of somepeople around her, but it did not look like
The office is cold and slightly a mess after I started to share my office space with the woman who has the ability to drive me up against the walls. I quickly remove the clutter and put away the files before firing up my laptop and scroll through my emails, replying them as I sort through the spam and what was actually important when instantly I get a reply from Frank the seasoned owner of a transport company, rich with potential that I recently heard was going bankrupt due to another mismanaged opportunity and I quickly respond requesting a conference call over the internet. I met Frank at the Hotel opening and we quickly exchanged details when he told me about his import shipping business that is situated along the coastline of New York. The company mostly deals in importing sports cars and I would lie if I said that I wanted to become a part of this because of business. I love cars and always wanted to plant some roots in the motor industry, but more as a hobby than a b
I quickly end the call, my attention now solely on the woman in front of me. "Why were you crying?" I close the laptop moving out of the way before dragging Mia accross the smooth table until she was seated on the edge of the desk before me. "I'm sorry for my behavior earlier. I don't know why I get so jealous when it comes to you. I have never been this jealous in my life and I dont want to ruin this, Ben." "Hey, it's alright. We all have our moments. And, I must admit, a little jealousy on you can be quite sexy." I smile my ego feeling very impressed and Mia's expression changes from worry to surprise, her insecurity fading away."Really? You find it sexy?" She frowns, but it is quickly replaced with a beautiful smile."Absolutely, Mi-Amore it shows that you care deeply about us. But remember, trust is essential too." I reassure her. "Thank you for understanding. I promise to work on my insecurities and trust you more." She smiles sl
As the soft dawn hues brush against the horizon, I find myself drawn to the kitchen, seeking solace in the familiar routine of making coffee. The previous night has been filled with turmoil, grief, and unexpected moments of connection, leaving me yearning for a moment of calm amidst the storm. As I enter the kitchen, a gentle hush settle over the house, permeating the air with a serenity that seems to hug me in its embrace. I glance around the spotless space, as if the remnants of the chaos from the previous night have been meticulously tidied away or never happened. Achille, the steadfast and caring presence in my life, has made sure that everything is in order before he departed. Job well done. A faint smile curve on my lips as I prepare the coffee, the rich aroma soon filling the kitchen. The rhythmic sounds of the brewing process echoe in the stillness, a gentle symphony that complement the emerging sunlight that starts to flood the room and just as I finish pouring the coffee int
Rather than attempt to keep my burning need for her under control like I know I should or at least to a middle-of-the-roader, I submit myself to it, rather encourage it to be be completely truthful. There is slight gentleness to none left in the kiss we share, but a clear discretion to conquer. My lips press hard against Mia's.My internal struggle, whether to turn her around and fuck her hard, force myself to be gentle with her or push her away is utterly hopeless.I walk her towards the bedroom wall drawing power from her quick and ineffective breaths that clearly indicates how much she wants this. Wants me! I slightly push her away from me, needing to look at her. To make sure she wants this, we stare at one another, both of us taking deep, erratic breaths. Where onetime there was remoteness there is now pain. I yank her from the wall and press her backwards onto the bed before I come out and tear the straps of her shirt, revealing her perfect breasts. She slightly move a way fro
The air droop heavy with despair as my hands rhythmically apply chest compressions to Clarisse's lifeless body. The room is loaded with an eerie silence, broken only by the sound of desperate breaths escaping my lips. I have given everything I have, pouring every ounce of strength into trying to breathe life back into Clarisse when suddenly, something shifts within me. A dreadful realization washes over me, casting a dark shadow upon my trembling heart. I glance at Clarisse's face, her vacant eyes, searching for a glimmer of hope that I know deep down had faded away. It is in this very moment that time seems to stand still for me and a chill crawl up my spine, a heaviness settling in my chest. The room around me becoming a mere backdrop to the overwhelming grief that consume my entire being. The world continue its chaotic dance, yet I feel completely detached from it all and with a shaking hand, I gently press my fingers against Clarisse's motionless wrist. No pulse. No warmth. Only a
The room fall into an eerie silence as Isabelle stand dead quiet, her eyes widened in shock. In her trembling hands, she is holding a gun, aimed directly at me. The weight of the moment drooping heavily in the air, as if time has frozen, and the mere act of breathing seems impossible. Mia's heart pounds loudly in her chest synchronize with mine as the fear for both me and herself course through my veins. In a split second, my instincts kick in and I knew I needed to protect Mia, no matter the cost. With a swift motion, I push her behind me, shielding her from the danger that loom before us. Mia fight against my protective grip, desperate to stand in front of me, to get between her mother and the man she loves."Mama, please, don't do this!" Mia's voice quivere with a mix of fear and desperation. She reach out, tears streaming down her face, longing to connect with her mother's humanity. But I stand firm, my eyes crammed with a combination of judgement and despair. I cannot let Mia ste
Achille's entrance is abrupt, catching me off guard as I release Maya from her pain. My eyes meet Achille's, and in this brief moment, we share an unspoken understanding. Achille approach me, his steps echoing in the room as his gaze never leave Maya's lifeless body lying on the bed. Without a word, Achille places a supportive hand on my shoulder, offering me both physical and emotional strength. We stand side by side, when I break the silence. "She looks so much like Mia, doesn't she?" My voice is filled with a blend of sorrow and recollection, reminding me of the parallel journey we had all been on and he nods, agreeingly, my eyes briefly dart towards him, before returning to the bed where Maya lies."Yes, Ben, she does. Seeing her like this stirs unwanted feelings of Mia, and how she suffered. But Mia is safe now, with Tomasso," he whisper, desperately clinging to the image of hope. Our shared connection deepen as Achille squeezes my shoulder, silently conveying my support and unde
Me, Achille, and Tomasso stand in the concealment of the nearby woods, our breaths masked by the rhythmic rustle of leaves. The time has come to execute our plan to infiltrate the estate where Mia is being held captive. We anxiously watch as my security team move stealthily towards the imposing gates. With the team's well-honed expertise, they approach the perimeter of the estate. Their mission is to disable the security cameras, rendering the enemy blind and creating a clear path for me and my allies to enter undetected. It is a critical moment, one that requires precision and agility.As we approach, the security team divide into smaller groups, each assigned to different sections of the estate's electronic surveillance system. They move swiftly, their movements synchronized like a well-rehearsed dance. Carefully avoiding any motion sensors, they expertly disable the cameras one by one, their actions seamless and silent, while me, Achille, and Tomasso remain still, our hearts poundi
I storm out of Dr. Reynolds' office, my face twisted with anger as I yank open the car door and slam myself inside. Achille, sitting behind the wheel, I imagine, notices my intense demeanorand bracing himself for what's to come. Tomasso, sitting in the backseat, is all too eager to join in the action. "Achille, get everyone ready. We're going on a saving mission. We're bringing Mia home, no matter what it takes." I order my voice mirroring my anger and Achille accustomed to my strong-willed nature, nods with unwavering determination."Understood, Brother. I'll assemble the team right away. We're with you, every step of the way." He nod as he starts to scroll across the screen sending our a broadcast message.Tomasso, unable to contain his excitement, chimes in with a hint of humor and an enormous grin on his face. "Finally, a real adventure! I've been waiting for this moment, Ben. Ready to rescue damsels in distress!"Achille chuckles, realizing the gravity of the situation yet apprec
Achille appears to be very frustrated and determined as he takes a step closer to me as I take in a deep breath in an attempt to get my breathing under control. "Ben, listen. I phoned Manfredio. I had to try to reach Mia, to know if she's safe. But he denied my attempts, he wouldn't let me see her." "Are you out of your fucking mind, Achille? What were you thinking? You've put Mia in danger by contacting Manfredio! How could you do something so reckless?" Anger burst through me and my voice rise as a result. "I know, Ben! I know I took a risk by reaching out to Manfredio. But I had to try! We've exhausted all our options, and I couldn't just sit back and do nothing while Mia is missing." Achilles tries to defend himself taking in a deep breath as he acknowledges my anger."Did he say anything? Is Mia okay?" I question him hopefully. "No, Ben. He didn't say a word about Mia's well-being. But I'm telling you this now so that you know Manfredio might be expecting you. When you do deci
I stand in the crowded and vibrant nightclub's kitchen, music booming in the background when I take out my phone and dials Achille's number. "Ciao, brother. What's up? Why are you calling me when you know it is time for my novela and what is that noise in the background?" His voice ring into the phone laced with some humor. "Brother, you won't believe it, man. I'm at the club, and something incredible has happened. I need your help, and I have some new information to share with you regarding Mia.""Woah, slow down, Ben." He interject. "Take a deep breath and start from the beginning. What happened and are you okay? You sound... Different." Even over the phone Achille notices that I am not one hundred percent completely myself."I can't explain it, Achille. I'm not feeling like myself tonight. It's... It's something I cannot explain." I lie, and poorly at it too."You don't say?" I can hear the judgment in his voice, maybe mixed with some concern. "That's...unexpected. Are you sure ev