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The leader always had a smirk on their face. No matter what Yoshiro said or what the leader replied the smile went nowhere. It was like that smile was to taunt Yoshiro and to show him who was superior and who should be afraid of whom. The leader cracked their knuckles and neck and stared directly into Yoshiro’s face. “Before we decide to fight you, let me tell you one more thing. Then you can decide if you want to fight me.” The leader went close to his ears and whispered something. “What? No… no… that is… impossible,” Yoshiro almost forgot how to breathe. He was on his knees yet tried to get away from the leader. The vigilante behind him stopped him and made him face the leader. He started hyperventilating. “Oh, you lost all your confidence. We should not have told you that, right?” teased the leader. “You are lying. You are lying!!!” shouted Yoshiro. “That is impossible.” “Nothing is impossible. Untie him, he will fight me,” said the leader. “No, no, no, stop, stop,” shouted Yo
Michelangelo reached his home with a long face. He knew why the girls threw him out of their house but why did they have to do that? He had lost so many friends like that. That was one of the reasons he hated his Mafia life. He was kind and polite and full of life and people loved to do friendship with him but when they would get to know about the family he belonged to, they distanced themselves. He always wanted an out. He thought his company would give an out, but he was wrong. His father started using that company for his own purposes. Every bid for construction was given to Michelangelo. At first, he protested but when he got to know that Tikhon was involved, he kept quiet. He didn’t want his father or his family to be harmed. He took off his jacket and threw it over his couch. He went to his fridge and took out a whole tray of ice. After dumping the ice on the kitchen towel, he first iced his hands. He sighed with relief for a second and again his heart started aching. Why wasn
Michelangelo was alone in his house waiting for Severino to arrive after making all the arrangements. He just wanted to know if the girls were alright. He knew Detective Prestige would keep them safe.He was not sure if Yoshiro would abide by Tikhon’s words. Vicktor was right, Yoshiro was indeed an eager child. Maybe he would bring on full wrath on the girls. He had to make sure that they were alright at all costs. Should he bring them to his home? But they wanted nothing to do with him. How could he ask them to come with him?Michelangelo went to his room and took off his clothes. He stood under the warm water and let the water wash away his worries. He would not learn anything till Severino would come back. He didn’t want to call him and disturb him when he was looking after so many people. His whole building was now under protection.Even though Yoshiro chose only girls, all the other tenants saw the guards dead and the police asked questions from them. So, it was his duty to take
The silence crept over Michelangelo and Severino. The TV was barking at them, but it was like they could not hear anything. A whistle was blowing in their ears. The shock was running through their bodies. They were not sure if they heard right before the shock enveloped them.Everyone told them that Tikhon exiled Yoshiro, but they were looking at his corpse, his burned, stabbed corpse. Who did that? Did Tikhon order someone to kill him? But there was no assassin in SMS who would burn and stab too. Everyone had their signature, none ever used to burn. And why was he only burned in the legs why not the whole corpse? That was the sure way that no one would recognise him.“The police found the corpse after they received the anonymous call saying that they were responsible for the killing and they called themselves the vigilantes,” said the news reporter.Earth slipped from under Michelangelo’s and Severino’s feet. Vigilantes? Why were they involved in it? And why go after Yoshiro? Vigilan
Renata was lying on the mattress kept on the floor. Hazel was cuddled up next to her. The two beds in the room were joined and the rest of the three girls were lying on them. They had news on, and they were watching about the death of Yoshiro. They were looking at what vigilantes were talking about. The girls as per Michelangelo’s suggestion booked a single room with two beds and asked the hotel to put a mattress for the extra person. Of course, the hotel charged them extra. A small room with five girls was going to be chaotic but today girls had no energy. All were battered and tired and a little scared. Whatever Michelangelo told them, the vigilantes repeated all of it. They didn’t want to believe what Michelangelo told them but now a stranger was saying the same things. Now, they couldn’t ignore it even if they wanted to. All looked at each other and Renata immediately changed the channel. “Why did you do that?” asked Sameeksha. “I don’t want to hear about that anymore?” snappe
“Ew… a waiter! You want me to be a waiter?” shouted Marcellus at Kubo Kayo.“Listen, boy! Do what I say? I don’t want any tantrums,” scolded Kayo, a tall, stoic-faced man. Even though he was angry at Marcellus no one could tell that from his face.“Sorry Kayo,” apologised Marcellus.“Now wear it and come with me,” said Kayo.“But why are we here? Why in this hotel?” asked Marcellus.“We are here to check out the girl who has been in the centre of everything. Three nominees checked her out, we too have to. We have to find out who she is why is she important?” said Kayo.“We can get our people to find that out. Why us?”“Because when you become the supreme boss, you sometimes have to do your work on your own. I have told you some killings must be done by us so that there is no witness, no loose ends to tie. See, for example, Yoshiro, he sent his slaves to kill other people and ultimately that was his downfall. With his slaves, Stephan and Vicktor found out the owner and Michelangelo too
“He is so handsome,” said Hazel. “Yeah he is,” said Renata. “How are you a waiter?” said Sameeksha while biting into a strawberry seductively. The juices slightly ran to her lips which she licked while making eyes at Marcellus. “Ohhh, my!” groaned Marcellus. “You are so strong,” Renata ran her hands over his chest and bit her lips. “Yeah, I am,” Marcellus grabbed one of the cheeks of her ass and pulled her closer. “Ahh,” gasped Renata but soon she started smiling at him. “Who hurt you, beautiful girls? I will kill him,” Marcellus gritted his teeth. “Ohh! Our strong, strong saviour,” Ambrosia stood behind him and ran her arms over his chest from behind. “Don’t worry, he is dead,” said Valentina and immediately placed her tongue inside his mouth making him moan with desire. “Hey! Don’t hog him. Let us kiss him too,” said Sameeksha and removed her t-shirt showing off her silver lacy bra. The bra was so transparent that he could see her nipples staring in his face. Sameeksha low
“Shit!” mumbled Marcellus when he realised that he was dreaming. What a vivid and sexy dream! He blew a big puff of air to calm himself down and lower the rising staff. If the girls had seen it, they would have laughed at him or maybe angry at him and called him a pervert.“Again, with the daydreaming?” scolded Kayo. “Finish your work fast and let’s go,” he shouted. He then looked at the girls and said, “sorry for the delay.”Marcellus was taking his time. Kayo shouted from out of the room, “come out! I will do that for you.”“Sorry sir,” said Marcellus and started coming out when Renata shouted at Kayo, “no, only one person at a time.”Before she knew Marcellus was behind her and Kayo was about to enter the room. Renata turned to move towards him to tell him to leave first but she bumped into him and lost her balance. She was about to fall but Marcellus grabbed her by her waist. He stopped her from falling but she flinched and cried in pain.Her bruised stomach caused her pain. She p