{Abebi}The morning sun radiated around the room I was in.My slender hand moves horizontally along his hairy chest. Once again, I have succumbed to his tempting desire. Like a newborn child, we wrap ourselves in a cotton blanket. Our bodies rub against each other."Come with me to my casa, ", Mac Allister finally spoke, after maintaining silence for a long while." I wish to, but I go to put things in order here first," I replied. As Mac Allister rose from the bed, his broad shoulders and well-defined back caught my attention. There was a certain allure in his presence, a magnetic pull that drew me closer to him. I couldn't help but admire the strength and confidence that radiated from him."Looking forward to seeing you soon at my casa," Mac Allister playfully remarked, winking mischievously before making his way out of the room. His words lingered in the air, leaving a sense of anticipation and excitement within me.I watched him leave.After Mac Allister left the room, I quickly
{Abebi}The snowflakes fell gently around me as I stepped out of my car, clad in a pristine white ski suit. The sight of Mac Allister's compound never failed to impress me. Rows of luxurious vehicles, including five Mercedes Benz C-Class cars, a Ford, and even a Ferrari, adorned the parking lot. It was a testament to the opulence that surrounded Mac Allister's life.As I made my way towards the grand mansion, my eyes met Bianca, who was carrying a tray of food. Her gaze lingered on me for a moment before she averted her eyes, perhaps surprised to see me there. Passing by the basketball court, I caught Isabella and Chiara in the midst of sweeping the court. Their eyes widened in recognition as they whispered my name to each other.A small smile played on my lips as I continued on my path, not dwelling too much on their surprise. I had grown accustomed to the impact my presence had on others. It was a consequence of the reputation I had built for myself—a woman who defied expectation
{Mac Allister}I tapped Bruno on the shoulder. I made it clear that he didn't need to accompany me. This was a task I had to undertake alone, driven by a sense of urgency and the need to protect my mother from any potential danger. Without wasting a moment, I swiftly made my way to the car and started the engine. The tires screeched as I sped up out of the compound.I approached the hospital, and a sense of urgency consumed me. I could feel my heart pounding in my chest, the adrenaline coursing through my veins. Something was wrong, and I had to find my mother and ensure her safety.I parked the car hastily and grabbed my gun, preparing myself for any potential danger that lay ahead. The atmosphere in the hospital was eerie, an unsettling silence hanging in the air. I moved cautiously, my senses on high alert, ready to confront any threats that crossed my path.As I neared my mother's room, a sight that chilled me to the bone greeted my eyes. Casper, my trusted ally, lay unconscious
{Mac Allister}{Two weeks later}The past two weeks that went by had been a tug of war between my mother and Abebi, or should I say my consigliere. My mother refuses to support any advice given by Abebi to me. She even went as far as faking food poisoning when Abebi cooked special delicacies for us.As for Abebi, it is this not bowing attitude she developed for my mum. She feels as if she is too big to be corrected by her. I couldn't do anything about Abebi's situation because of the vow I had with her in Cerami to me not to reduce her in front of my mum."Pass me the salt," Madame Beatrice said to Abebi, her voice laced with expectation. Abebi, however, played deaf for a moment before subtly signalling for Chiara, who stood behind her, to take the salt and pass it to her mother. I could see a hint of disappointment on my mother's face, as if she had expected Abebi herself to fulfill the request. It was a small interaction, but it spoke volumes about the unspoken competition betwee
{Abebi}I stood in the kitchen, preparing the Spanish noodles for the table. I instructed Bianca to take the tray and bring it to the dining area. The aroma of the dish filled the air, enticing our appetites. I wanted everything to be perfect for our meal together.Turning to Aurora, I handed her a green rag, instructing her to make sure the table looked shiny and presentable. She nodded in acknowledgement and left the kitchen to carry out her task. Now, only Chiara remained with me in the kitchen, humming softly as she diligently washed the dishes.I couldn't help but feel a pang of guilt lingering within me, a remnant of my recent outburst towards Chiara. Wanting to address the issue, I approached her gently, breaking the silence that enveloped the kitchen."Are you still angry with me?" I asked, my voice soft and sincere, hoping to mend any lingering tension between us.Chiara turned her face towards me, her eyes meeting mine. "No, mistress," she replied, her tone respectful but d
{Abebi}I think within my solitude of myself as I think about the events of the past.{23 years ago}{Somewhere in the province of Enna }My heart raced as I watched the tense scene unfold before my eyes. My mother's anger echoed through the room, filling the air with tension. Young Tony and his twin brother, Mateo, stood beside me, their expressions a mix of fear and confusion."Where is the money I kept in the box?" my mother shouted, her voice filled with frustration and desperation. Her eyes darted between the three of us, accusing and searching for answers.Fear gripped my young heart, knowing that my mother's wrath could unleash a storm of violence upon us. I clung tightly to Tony's hand, seeking solace and support in this terrifying moment."If you don't tell me who took it, I am going to beat you all!" my mother threatened, her voice trembling with anger. The threat hung in the air, suffocating us with its intensity.Just as my mother was about to carry out her threats, a su
{Abebi}We drove through the narrow streets filled with slum houses. I couldn't help but notice the stark contrast between the increasing danger in Cerami and the relative safety we had found within our circle. Tony's choice to invest in a bulletproof car spoke volumes about the escalating threats we faced."You never told me you bought a bulletproof car," I commented, impressed yet also slightly unnerved by the need for such extreme measures."Cerami is becoming more dangerous," Tony replied, his tone reflecting a sense of concern and caution. He maneuvered the car skillfully, slowing down to allow a group of children to cross the street safely.Mateo, always observant and analytical, added, "For us, it's getting safer." His words hinted at the changes we had made in our lives, the steps we had taken to distance ourselves from the criminal underworld that had once consumed us.Tony followed Mateo's direction, turning left into a narrow, one-way lane. The atmosphere shifted as we en
{Abebi}Resting my head against the comforting embrace of Mac Allister's chest, I sought solace in his presence. His steady heartbeat echoed in my ears, calming my racing thoughts. "We are going to work it out," I reassured him, my voice filled with determination. "I can't believe she was caught sleeping with Duran's half-brother," Mac Allister expressed, his voice tinged with disbelief."She lost her golden chance," I replied, my tone laced with a mixture of disappointment and resignation. As we lay there, seeking comfort in each other's presence, Mac Allister's hand gently massaged my back, easing the tension that had accumulated within me. His touch was a soothing balm. "Let's get some sleep," Mac Allister suggested, his voice filled with a sense of practicality. "We have a mass wedding ceremony to attend tomorrow." With a nod, I nestled closer to Mac Allister, allowing the blanket to envelop us both. The weight of the world lifted as sleep beckoned, offering respite from the
{Mac Allister}{Thursday afternoon} _2pm I sat on the plush purple chair in my living room, relishing in the aftermath of my meticulously planned church explosion. The news reports were flooded with details of the incident, validating the success of my calculated moves. With each channel I switched to, the chaos and destruction fueled a sense of satisfaction deep within me.My faithful companion, the dog named Rogo, sat faithfully by my side, offering silent companionship in this moment of triumph. As the news continued to unfold, my phone suddenly rang, interrupting the serene atmosphere. Curiosity piqued, I picked up the phone and answered with a cool demeanor, "Hello, who is this?""It's Heretic," the familiar voice on the other end replied. "You did an exceptional job. You deserve a special reward. Come to my house."A smirk played on my lips as I weighed the options. While I didn't necessarily need any recognition or external validation, I understood the importance of cultiva
{Abebi}{ Thursday {morning }I sat on my bed, my head resting on the pillow, enjoying the peacefulness of my room. Suddenly, Tony burst into my room, his face filled with sadness and despair. My heart sank at the sight of his expression."What happened, Tony? Why are you so sad?" I asked, my voice trembling with worry. The cold air blew through the room, adding a chill to the already heavy atmosphere."There was an explosion at the cathedral," Tony said, his voice strained. "Everyone is dead, including Mateo."My breath caught in my throat, and a scream of anguish escaped my lips. The news hit me like a tidal wave, crashing over me with overwhelming force. Mateo, my dear brother, was gone in an instant. The tears welled up in my eyes as I struggled to process the magnitude of the tragedy.I reached out to hold Tony's hand, finding solace in our shared grief. The plastic chair creaked under his weight as he sat down, weariness etched across his face. We were both grappling with the
{Mac Allister}{Wednesday } 9 am"Hey, where are you going?" a church guard inquired, his eyes fixed on the substance concealed under the blue nylon in my hands. I maintained a composed demeanor, knowing that my every move and response were critical."Just want to see the father," I replied confidently, attempting to divert the guard's attention from the suspicious package.Curiosity getting the better of him, the guard insisted, "What is inside the bag?"I hesitated for a moment, carefully choosing my words. "Take a look. It's simply a gift for the father," I said, my voice calm and convincing.The guard cautiously reached out, his hand grasping the blue nylon as he pulled it open to inspect its contents. His eyes fell upon the innocuous sight of a neatly packaged bundle of bread, seemingly harmless and ordinary."Alright, move on," the guard permitted, satisfied with my response. I nodded in gratitude and continued my journey into the church.As I entered, the soft flickering glow
{Mac Allister}"Oh Rogo, don't you know it's night?" I gently pushed my loyal dog off the bed. Rogo obediently trotted away, his tail wagging with a hint of sadness. I drew my eyes to the parcel he had brought me, and I reached out to grab it. "Thank you, boy," I murmured, patting Rogo's head as he eagerly licked my hand.As I read the words on the card that emerged from the parcel, a sense of satisfaction washed over me. "Wow, Tommy's burial," I said to myself, a sinister smile tugging at the corners of my lips. This was an unexpected opportunity, a chance to finally settle the score with Tommy and the other Mafia Dons who had dared to disrespect me.I switched off the bedside lamp, plunging the room into darkness. The soft glow of the moon peeked through the curtains, casting faint shadows across the room. I settled back into my bed; the warmth enveloping me, and Rogo nestled by my side, his loyal presence bringing me comfort.{Tuesday}The morning sunlight bathed the world in a
{Abebi}I sat behind my desk, the glass background offering a view of the bustling city streets below. The tiny artwork on the table depicted wine being poured into a cup, a poignant reminder of the business that had brought my family success and now seemed to slip away. Mateo and Camelia sat across from me, their presence a painful reminder of the betrayals I had recently discovered.My eyes scanned the paper in front of me, though my mind was consumed with a mixture of disappointment and concern. "Our market value has fallen," I said, my voice heavy with sadness. I looked up from the paper, locking my eyes with Mateo. "How long have you shut down the factory?" I asked, a sense of urgency creeping into my tone.Mateo hesitated, his voice faltering as he struggled to find the words. I could see the weight of his actions weighed heavily on him. "Ah, hmm," he stammered, his gaze shifting uncomfortably. But I would not let him off the hook that easily. "I want nothing but the truth,"
{Abebi}I lay in my bed, my hands gently caressing my growing baby bump. It was seven months now, and I could feel the baby's movements, a comforting reminder of the life growing within me. My gaze shifted to the large painting hanging on the wall, depicting a crowned figure. It reminded me of the responsibilities that awaited me as the new leader.The morning sun filtered through the curtains, casting a warm glow across my room. Books lined the shelves of my little library, and my reading desk beckoned me with unfinished manuscripts. The melodious chirping of birds reached my ears from the back of the house, adding a touch of serenity to the moment.Suddenly, the door swung open, breaking into my reverie. Mateo, my brother, barged into the room, his face filled with urgency. "Have you checked the news?" he exclaimed, tossing a newspaper towards me.I caught the newspaper, the crinkling sound echoing in the room. Unfolding it, I skimmed the headlines, my eyes scanning for any signif
{Mac Allister}{2 months later}Sitting alone in my bed with my rogo, memories of what transpired between me and Abebi came recalling always in my mind. I can remember about 4 mafia Dons voted for me in the Babylon Tower, but the problem is I don't know who they are. My stripper spies have failed to give me concrete information. I guess the mafia truly hold to their secrecy about who they vote for.As I gently tapped my dog on the head, the familiar ringtone pierced through the silence. I reached for my phone and answered, "Hello, Jane.""Hello, Don," Jane replied at the other end of the line."You failed. You were unable to eliminate Fico," I said with a hint of disappointment, my voice laced with frustration. My dog attempted to lick my face, and I instinctively pushed it away."I am sorry, Don. Fico proved to be a formidable target," Jane responded, her voice tinged with remorse."Well, I hope you have something more reliable this time," I said, eager to hear any information tha
{Abebi}I couldn't help but feel a surge of pride as I stood before the assembled mafia Dons. The weight of their expectations and the responsibility that now rested upon my shoulders became palpable. Tommy's words reverberated in my ears as he emphasized the importance of protecting my business ventures and the need for consent before anyone dared to cross those boundaries. It was a powerful statement, setting the tone for my reign as the Mistress of Death and asserting my authority over the criminal underworld.As the lady distributed the blue-colored papers to each Don, I watched their expressions closely, knowing that the contents of those documents held the blueprint for our future operations. It was a pivotal moment, as we collectively embraced a new mode of operation—one that would define our path forward.At that moment, my gaze met Mac Allister's disappointed eyes. I could sense the conflict within him, torn between loyalty to his family name and the changing tides of our o
{Mac Allister }{Twenty minutes earlier}I parked my G-Wagon in the designated spot at the Babylon Tower. The full moon illuminated the night sky, casting an ethereal glow over the surroundings. Its radiant light seemed to bless this pivotal moment, as if bearing witness to the events that were about to unfold.Approaching the entrance of the hall, a man stationed there acknowledged my presence with a respectful nod. "The great Allister," he said, his voice carrying a hint of awe. I acknowledged his greeting with a brief nod of my own, maintaining an air of confidence and authority.Reaching into the depths of my pocket, I retrieved a golden coin, a symbol of my status and power within the underworld. With a deft flick of my wrist, I tossed the coin into the waiting bucket suspended by a chain, signifying my acceptance and participation in the proceedings.The hall was bathed in a soft, moonlit glow, creating an ambience that seemed both ominous and captivating. The air crackled wit