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
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
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
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
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
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
"Update me on the progress of the I 600-A forms." I repeat myself once more, for the second time today, but this time I drag my eyes away from the numbers scribbled on the neatly stacked documents on the table in front of me to closely watch Elena, who was seated to the left side of me as she always was, sat rumbling through the mess of papers in front of her, that seem to be scattered all over the table. Elena has never been this unfocused or unorganized in all of the 22 years that I have known her, infact I have never before met a woman that has taken so much pride in her work. This was a first for me to have asked her the same question twice and that two times in a row, something seemed off, but this wasn't the time to get into the personal life of the Head of Social Services in Italy. "I have five 'projects' that have to be dealt with by the end of the day." I nudge on the woman I felt so appreciative off of giving me my brother 22 years ago when my parents decided to adopt. I mi
"So listen..." Liliana dips her thumb onto the button next to the passengers seat, unlocking the latch connected to the belt that is supposed to keep her save. "Dinner was nice and I am really glad that your mother invited me, but I can see that we..." She points her forefinger at me and then back at her before continuing. "...will never work. So how about we stop bullshitting each other with make-believe chit-chat and get our fuck on?" She ram her hand on top of my pants, rubbing and stroking hard on my length. My body reacted immediately, but my mind needed a second or three to come to terms with what just happened. Could this be the same innocent-looking kindergarten teacher that sat next to me during a three hour dinner at my mother's house? Who was I kidding, I didn't care. I smirk pushing the thoughts aside, my dick wasn't complaining."If you go on any further, I will fuck you good into the morning hours. There will be no breaks, no tenderness and no love." I grab her arm, bring
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