I woke up very late, well into the afternoon. Even then, I realized that what woke me up was the sound of Hollis's voice coming from outside. I went downstairs and peeked out the window. He was pacing back and forth on the porch, talking rapidly on his cell phone. I could hear him angrily retelling my story, the parts they didn't catch on camera to whoever was listening on the other side. He was beside himself, and a string of cuss words preceded and followed Frick's name. I took the opportunity to wash my face and have a boiling warm shower. As the warm water washed the soapy leather off my body, so did my remaining jumbled thoughts. Everything in my head was clear again, and, though my heart still felt like it was being squeezed every time I thought of Castello, I didn’t let my brain run away from it anymore. I let myself feel the pain and remember everything as it happened. Then I started thinking of the way forward. I haven't spoken to my father yet. I droppe
"So who is Amory? Is he related to Frick?" I asked him. Hollis nodded. "When Monte, Frick's right-hand man, was in prison, Amory took over from him." "Did Monte later steal your cocaine?" Hollis started laughing. "He doesn't have the balls to try." Then he became serious again. "I really have to let you go, Ugo." Hollis cupped my face in his hands. "Baby, if the world realizes the truth about my feelings for you, it will change everything. Even after our agreement ends, you will become a target. Because they would know they could control me if they had you." He reassuringly pressed his lips against mine, but then he stopped himself and pulled away. "I'm not planning to go, even after the contract ends." I said. He looked terrified, shocked and speechless. But I've said what I wanted and even though I'm certain that I might be making a huge mistake, I didn't take it back. We had lunch. I read a romance book we found lying around the house. I was snuggled up in his arms and read
Every little nerve in my body was alert and alive, craving for more of his touch. Craving for where this would end. His hips rocked into my ass, and his cock slid against me as his fingers continued their torment. Tempting me with the memory of what it felt like to have him inside me. He suddenly pinched my clit, and I threw my head back against his shoulder. The dam inside me broke open. I worked myself against his cock, riding his fingers. Chasing the need for release he’s built up inside me. A need that felt too much like damnation. "And I won’t let anyone take you away from me." He said, It sounded soft. But I knew he was serious, yet I didn't care.Slowly, tortuously, he pulled his hips back, dragging his cock away from me. In a weak attempt to muffle a whimper, I bit my lip. "You are mine." His weight slammed into me as he thrust forward, driving himself inside my cunt. Penetrating the very center of my being. It felt so good, so fucking right, that I w
With no books aside from the one I'd already exhausted yesterday. No TV, no gym, no Dojo, and nowhere to go, I wondered what I was going to do to occupy my time while Hollis was away. But then I remembered that with Maxine, I don't have to do much. He is all the fun I could ask for. But it's a different circumstance now. I have no idea how he's taking Castello's death and what being alone with him would be like. The thought alone suddenly made me hyperventilate. "How long are you going to be gone for?" I asked Hollis, my voice slightly cracked, but I was trying to keep calm and brave for Hollis's sake. "A couple of hours, if I leave within the next one to two hours. Max is almost here." "Where are you going?" "To see my father." He replied and I felt chills rush down my spine. He smiled and it warmed my heart. "If you must know, everybody is worried about you and my father is no except
"Fuck!" I cussed out. "You're not mad?" I asked him. "At Ugo? Not anymore. When I met your mother, I faced worse. She's just scared. We meet these powerful women, we fall in love and then we lie to them because we think we're protecting them." My father said. "That wasn't why I lied to her." I sighed, rubbing my forehead. "You fell in love?" "And turned stupid while at it," I replied. My phone beeped and I pulled it out of my pocket. "Fucking assholes!" I shouted. "They're here. We're under attack!" I screamed at my father and the few guards outside the door. "Double the damn security at the Villa, and send some backup. We're under attack." I heard him speaking to someone on phone. I knew he was probably speaking to his wife. She was the only one he trusted enough to get the job done aside from me, Maxine, and Castello. I was already dialing Maxine's number and when h
"Give it up already, Old Dominico. Your reign is over." A heavily accented voice called out to us during another lull. I crawled over to the side he was talking from and poked my head to take a look. As expected, I was greeted with heavy gunshots. But I was quick to dodge. "These are fuckin Russians. Santaro prick! He's got so desperate that he'd dine with the devil for power. One that he can't get." Standing up, I went around, and from another angle, I got a clear shot of the fool who was yelling at us. There was another man stupidly showing his head too. "Amateurs," I whispered and loaded their skulls with quick bullets. I had to duck back down as soon as I saw an assault rifle angling over the hood of a car. "There's an assault rifle my way. Do you have a shot?" I yelled at Rocco. He poked through the window and released a couple of shots. "Down!" He yelled back. Coldness or rage seeped into me. We waited for
The tears were threatening to fall, but I was determined to be strong for Hollis and managed to gulp most of the tears back down. But it was becoming more and more difficult as I was forced to sit there with no distraction from my thoughts. Something was haunting about the priest's spoken voice and I was being forced back to hiding behind those walls, watching Castello fall. I could feel an angel or maybe the devil's voice whispering in my ear, blaming me for walking away instead of staying back to fight. Castello's fall to the ground relentlessly replayed in my mind. It all came to me in a rush. Not only was Castello gone, but he wasn’t coming back. His picture at the front of the church had become just another image of a man who never got to achieve his dreams. Brewing inside of me was an intense hatred for the ones who had taken his life. I wanted them dead, but first, I wanted them to pay and suffer for what they h
That was all I remembered until I woke up feeling totally numb and heavy. I struggled to turn my body on its side, everything was numbed. I felt like a sort of puppet, with my brain pulling on strings to make my body move. I rolled to the ground in a thump. There was a carpet, but it was too rough and cheap. It had torn and had very sharp edges that could cause a deep cut on the skin if care is not taken. It was super thin, and I could feel the coldness of the cement seeping through it. I felt suddenly thankful for the numbness because the tumble would have hurt otherwise. I dragged myself across the floor like a rabid dog toward the light. My breaths were shallow. It took a few minutes for my eyes to adjust to the light. My elbows were too weak to hold me up. I had to slump to my side, with my cheek against the rotten carpet. All I could hear was the sound of crickets from somewhere; I had no idea where. Through th