It’s happening tonight.
Tonight is the night I bring the mafia cartel to its knees. Tonight, I’ll sleep with Otto and make a sextape. Yes. Tonight, I’ll end them for good. The weight of everything Luca and I had planned pressed heavily on my mind as I hid in a room down the hallway, waiting patiently, counting down the moments until the anniversary dinner party ended. I couldn’t risk being seen by Otto or any of his men. Earlier today, he had sent me a warning, declaring me an enemy. He told me to run. To run for my life. Each footstep that echoed past the hall became a suspect. Each laugh, each giggle, felt suspicious. As I paced from one part of the room to another, thoughts of my revenge on Otto flooded my mind. I had practiced every detail of my vendetta down to the smallest detail. But the thought of having sex with the same man who murdered my brother years ago repulsed me. I couldn’t bring myself to surrender to pleasure with that cold-hearted tyrant, to his moans of pleasure. What I wanted to hear were his groans, his agonizing grunts, his begs for mercy, his… Just then, the door creaked open, sending a wave of goosebumps across my skin. I stood there, frozen. I feared for my life. A slip-up. Just one slip-up could jeopardize the whole mission, and I might be the one leaving in a body bag. The thought of it made me cringe. Pushing the door open, Luca appeared, carrying a disposable cup. In it was liquor, but not just any kind. Before he could say anything, I grabbed the cup and swallowed its contents in one gulp. Immediately, I felt unreal. The drink, or whatever it was, shot through me, stripping away every ounce of fear I had felt. But, it felt familiar. I had the same feeling just yesterday, after shaking hands with the man in a grey suit who had pointed me to the wrong wing of the hotel. I could swear he resembled Luca, though he was masked by his glasses and a hat. “It’s time to go, Sucre,” he interrupted before I could ask any questions. Good luck, my love," he whispered, his lips brushing mine in a brief kiss before he slipped away, vanishing into the shadows of the quiet hallway. A chill ran down my spine. Something felt off. My pulse pounded against my ribs as doubt sank deep into my mind. What if Luca betrayed me? What if he changed his mind and left Otto’s drink untouched? Or worse, what if Otto already knew about our plan? The air felt heavier, pressing against my chest. I forced myself to breathe, to stay calm, but panic took over me. I thought about quitting that very moment. But, it was too late. There was no way out now. If Luca failed me, I was as good as dead. The faint sounds of laughter and clinking glasses filtered through the heavy door, marking the end of the anniversary dinner. Soon, Otto would retire to his room. Soon, it would be time. I pressed my back against the wall, heart pounding, fingers tightening around the hidden camera I would use to seal his fate. I was ready. Quickly but carefully, I slipped away into the hallway and quietly made my way to Otto’s room. My heart pounded in my chest. I couldn't afford to mess this up. This was my only chance. I clenched my teeth in fear as the door creaked. “Damn this door,” I cursed, standing still, hoping, Praying that no one had heard. Once I was convinced the coast was clear, I stepped inside and cautiously closed the door behind me. I quickly searched for the best spot in the room to hide the camera, ensuring it had the best view. My hands trembled, and the camera nearly slipped from my grasp. The effects of the drug in Luca’s drink were taking hold of me. I became incredibly horny. I craved sex. Every part of me called for Otto. I wanted him inside me. Quickly, I took off my clothes and lay on the bed, circling my nipples with my index finger, tracing lazy patterns around my navel. Just then, the door swung open, nearly giving me a heart attack. He was alone. Otto stood there, his gaze filled with raw desire, as if he wanted to devour me completely. But something felt off even in his drunken state. He kept pointing at me and looking into the hallway, as if trying to make a sound perhaps to alert his team that I was here. I wasn’t going to lie there and find out. Immediately, I shot up and went after him, closing the door behind us. I had to act fast. Time was of the essence. I pushed him onto the bed, and he landed with a gentle thud. Unbuttoning his shirt, I planted soft, pleasurable kisses on his chest and neck before sliding my tongue into his ear, causing him to tremble violently. I ran my hand over his chest as I kissed his lips tenderly, causing us both to moan. As if fueled by a sudden surge of energy, he took control, pulling out his already excited dick and attempting to guide it into me, his breath coming in ragged gasps. I could sense his heightened pleasure. Swiftly, I poured lubricant between my butt cheeks and guided his dick into me. I clenched my teeth as he let out a moan. He kept thrusting in and out of my slick, tight hole. "Uh... uh... uhhh," he moaned, his pace increasing. Suddenly, he let out a contented groan before collapsing to the side and immediately falling into a deep sleep, snoring heavily. Just then, I heard hurried footsteps approaching. Oh no! I felt faint with fear. His loud moaning must have alerted the others. The footsteps grew closer with every passing moment. At once, I picked up my clothes and rushed into the bathroom, securely locking the door from inside. From there, I listened as a mysterious figure entered the room and, without hesitation, left without making a sound. After waiting a bit to confirm that he had left, I came out of the bathroom and quickly put on my pants. Grabbing the camera, which was exactly where I had hidden it, I quietly crept out, making my way to the back exit. I ran off quickly, triumphant. With me was the evidence needed to unseat Otto from his position as mafia boss. At last, the cartel would be undone. I would have the last laugh. Taking a moment to check the video quality, I searched through the camera, but the video was gone.Oh God, no! This can’t be happening.My heart pounded as I refreshed the screen again. Nothing. I checked the deleted files, dug through the backups, turned the camera off and back on still nothing. The video was gone. The one video that would have blown the Otto cartel wide open. The one piece of evidence that could have brought them to their knees.A cold sweat slicked my skin. My breathing unsteady. This wasn’t just a setback it was a death sentence.My mind raced. Had they gotten to it? Hacked my device Or worse… had someone close betrayed me?A sharp knock at the door snapped me back to reality. I froze.No.They knew.I swallowed hard, backing away, my pulse hammering in my ears. This was it. The mission was over. The Otto cartel had come for me. Oh God, what would I do now? I was out of moves.My heart pounded so hard I struggled to breathe. My cover was blown, and if I didn’t move fast, I wouldn’t live to regret it.Snatching my phone, I reached for the window at the back o
SUCREMy fingers trembled as they fumbled over my phone’s screen. I could barely breathe. Could this really be him - the Vice Chancellor? The phone rang once. Twice. Then, in one a swipe I answered the call pressing the device to my ear. But, there was Silence.A shiver crawled up my spine.Then…“Hello, Sucre,” a voice finally spoke. Deep. Familiar.It was really the vice chancellor.I exhaled sharply, gripping the phone tighter. He’s alive. Relief flooded my chest, but it barely settled before a new wave of unease crashed over me.“I’ve been out of town for a few days,” he continued, his tone calm. Unbothered.I swallowed hard. “You… you weren’t home?”“No. I just got back. Why?”Cold dread pulsed through me. My mind raced back few hours ago standing outside his house. I was certain I saw two shadows on the curtains.I had seen someone inside. Someone who I thought to be him.I held my phone tighter. Fingers sweaty. My pulse hammered in my ears. “But… I was at your place,” I whisp
SUCRE"Now what?" Is this some kind of joke? I had been dragged here by cartel members - shoved, humiliated only to be asked this? What the fuck?“I… I don’t understand, sir,” I said, forcing the words out as I slowly lifted my head. The glow from the phone’s screen shone brightly on my face still displaying those two words: Now what?Otto narrowed his eyes. “What do you think I meant?” His voice was sharp, too sharp, it made me shiver.My heart pounded violently. My mouth ran dry. I tried to hold myself together but then…laughter.The other cartel members burst into laughter, slapping each other’s backs like it was some grand joke.Otto leaned forward, elbows on his knees. “Now what do we do about the operations tomorrow?” His tone was calm, but there was something uncertain beneath it. “We need the algorithm ready.” I exhaled sharply. A wave of relief cruised through me. Thank God he hadn’t suspected anything. I felt at ease - until he moved. In one swift motion, he pushed up
SUCREShock gripped me as we hurried off the cab and strolled into the hospital. “Otto was planning a hit on your brother - on Pedro?!" I blinked. "That can't be right. Why would he do that?""I told you, man!" Luca snapped, his eyes burning with urgency. "Something’s off. The way Otto reacted, the disappointment on his face when I told him Pedro survived? It didn’t sit right with me. I swear, Otto had something to do with the stabbing." The automatic doors of the hospital hissed open, and we rushed in. Luca didn’t even glance at the front desk - he pushed past the security guard without hesitation.“Sir, you can’t…!”Too late. We were already down the hallway, Luca was faster, practically sprinting. I followed, heart pounding with fear. Room 216.We busted in.There. He lunged forward, shoving the doctor away, convinced it was Jules. But then the doctor turned slightly, revealing a different face. Not him.Luca exhaled sharply, the tension in his shoulders loosening just a little
LUCABut why?Why the hell would he do it?“What does my brother have to do with cartel business? Why would Otto put a hit on him?” I choked out between sobs, my voice trembling. Sucre placed a steady hand on my shoulder, but even that small comfort felt distant.My mind was spinning, my heart beating so hard I could hear it in my ears.Then it hit me - Otto. If he’s moving, Darius always knows. He never moves without putting Darius on.I grabbed my phone, hands shaking, and dialed Darius’ number.Voicemail.No. No, no, no.I called again. Same thing.Voicemail.Darius always picked up. Always. On the first ring. Something felt wrong.Before I could say anything, Sucre suddenly stood. He’d been silent, like he was somewhere else entirely.“I’m starving, man. Gonna grab some snacks. You want anything?” He leaned forward and pressed a soft kiss on my lips. But, something felt different about him. Something I couldn’t quite figure out. “Chips and a water will be fine,” I muttered, bare
LUCA Once I caught sight of him through the window, a strong wave of betrayal and disbelief washed over me. My body screamed for me to grab him by the collar, slam him against the wall, and demand the truth. Sucre - the love of my life, a traitor?I didn’t want to believe it. I couldn’t.My fists trembled as they curled at my sides. Still, I swallowed it all down, burying the storm brewing inside me beneath a careful mask. I had to think smart.Yes. That’s what I’ll do.I’ll play the part. I’ll smile, nod, laugh and even pretend I don’t know what I just saw. But God help us both… he better come clean. For the sake of our love and everything we’ve been through, he better tell me what he’s up to.The door creaked open. My heart thudded once… twice - then pounded violently in my ears.He walked in casually, like nothing was wrong, like he hadn’t just met with Otto behind my back. His arms wrapped around me, his lips brushing my cheek. Too soft. Too normal.He handed me the snacks and wa
LUCA Salvatore?No.No way.This has to be a dream. I could barely breathe. My knees felt weak – like they’d give out any second.“You… you didn’t die?” I choked out. “Is this really you?”He walked out of the bathroom slowly. His eyes intensely locked on mine. There was a scar across his jaw I didn’t remember, and his expression was serious. Too serious. He closed the distance between us and placed a firm hand on my shoulder. “You’re not dreaming.” His voice was low and calm. “It’s me.”Then he nodded toward the couch, and I sat without thinking.He stood there for a while. Staring between me and the door like he was expecting it to swing open anytime. Then he broke the silence. This time his voice trembled - not with fear, but fury. “My brother left me to die in that prison fire ten years ago,” he growled, voice rough and firm. “With you by my side, it’s his turn to burn.” My stomach twisted.I looked straight at him. “But…”Footsteps - fast and determined echoed outside the
LUCASucre?What the fuck?!What is he doing here? What’s going on?Sucre stepped out of the closet like he just walked out of a dream. He looked unreal. In his hands, he held a placard.“Congratulations, you passed the audition.”“What audition?” I barked, my voice shaking more from confusion than rage.Someone tell me what’s going on here. You mean to tell me everything… everything - since I stepped into this damn room was a setup? A show? A twisted audition? None of it was real?Before I could get another word in, the door creaked open - slow, deliberate. And there she was.Juni.Smiling. Like she’d just won. “Damn bitch…”I charged at her, the fury in my veins was unlike anything I’d felt before.But Salvatore moved quickly, catching me mid-lunge, holding me back. My breath was rapid. My vision blurred red.“Wait, she’s a part of this too?” My voice cracked, disbelief twisting inside me. “Nah. I’m out of here.”I turned and stormed toward the door, each step heavier. I felt used.
SUCRE "Do it now!"Otto sprang up from his seat, his voice loud and intimidating.“Right now!”The man across from him - shaking, eyes wide shut his lids tight and clenched his teeth. His breath came out single, forced. His shirt drenched in sweat. Then… silence.Click.No sound. No smoke. No bullet.Just the empty, echoing click of the gun’s hammer.For a heartbeat, nobody moved.Then came another sound. The sound of water hitting the ground. No. It wasn’t from Otto’s glass. The man had pissed himself.Otto didn’t even flinch. His eyes slid to me without any hesitation. "Your turn to spin the bottle, pretty boy," he said, low and steady, like the calm before a tornado.My stomach burned. My throat ran dry. With trembling fingers, I reached out and gave the bottle a spin. It twirled quickly on the table. Every revolution echoed louder in my head, ticking down the seconds to something I couldn’t name but already feared.I couldn't stop staring at the gun.The same gun that had ju
SUCRE It was time.It’s happening today.As I stepped into the cartel’s fortress, a chill rippled down my spine. I could feel the air tighten around me. Walking in here was like stepping into the lion’s den - and tonight, the lions were starving.Today was the night of Otto’s infamous wild games. An in-house ritual known only to those in his inner circle. The rules were simple: no clothes, no boundaries. The dress code. Just skin – bare skin. The theme was indulgence - raw, carnal, and wild. Every desire, every fantasy, unleashed without restraint.The bell tolled.A slow, deliberate chime echoed through the fortress like something sinister was starting. It was time to gather. The meeting room awaited.I walked through the corridor, my heartbeat hammered in my chest. Cartel members roamed freely, laughing, taunting, teasing. Everywhere I looked, bodies moved without shame. Flesh on full display. Some men strutted proudly, already aroused, veins bulging around the penis, feeding off
LUCASucre?What the fuck?!What is he doing here? What’s going on?Sucre stepped out of the closet like he just walked out of a dream. He looked unreal. In his hands, he held a placard.“Congratulations, you passed the audition.”“What audition?” I barked, my voice shaking more from confusion than rage.Someone tell me what’s going on here. You mean to tell me everything… everything - since I stepped into this damn room was a setup? A show? A twisted audition? None of it was real?Before I could get another word in, the door creaked open - slow, deliberate. And there she was.Juni.Smiling. Like she’d just won. “Damn bitch…”I charged at her, the fury in my veins was unlike anything I’d felt before.But Salvatore moved quickly, catching me mid-lunge, holding me back. My breath was rapid. My vision blurred red.“Wait, she’s a part of this too?” My voice cracked, disbelief twisting inside me. “Nah. I’m out of here.”I turned and stormed toward the door, each step heavier. I felt used.
LUCA Salvatore?No.No way.This has to be a dream. I could barely breathe. My knees felt weak – like they’d give out any second.“You… you didn’t die?” I choked out. “Is this really you?”He walked out of the bathroom slowly. His eyes intensely locked on mine. There was a scar across his jaw I didn’t remember, and his expression was serious. Too serious. He closed the distance between us and placed a firm hand on my shoulder. “You’re not dreaming.” His voice was low and calm. “It’s me.”Then he nodded toward the couch, and I sat without thinking.He stood there for a while. Staring between me and the door like he was expecting it to swing open anytime. Then he broke the silence. This time his voice trembled - not with fear, but fury. “My brother left me to die in that prison fire ten years ago,” he growled, voice rough and firm. “With you by my side, it’s his turn to burn.” My stomach twisted.I looked straight at him. “But…”Footsteps - fast and determined echoed outside the
LUCA Once I caught sight of him through the window, a strong wave of betrayal and disbelief washed over me. My body screamed for me to grab him by the collar, slam him against the wall, and demand the truth. Sucre - the love of my life, a traitor?I didn’t want to believe it. I couldn’t.My fists trembled as they curled at my sides. Still, I swallowed it all down, burying the storm brewing inside me beneath a careful mask. I had to think smart.Yes. That’s what I’ll do.I’ll play the part. I’ll smile, nod, laugh and even pretend I don’t know what I just saw. But God help us both… he better come clean. For the sake of our love and everything we’ve been through, he better tell me what he’s up to.The door creaked open. My heart thudded once… twice - then pounded violently in my ears.He walked in casually, like nothing was wrong, like he hadn’t just met with Otto behind my back. His arms wrapped around me, his lips brushing my cheek. Too soft. Too normal.He handed me the snacks and wa
LUCABut why?Why the hell would he do it?“What does my brother have to do with cartel business? Why would Otto put a hit on him?” I choked out between sobs, my voice trembling. Sucre placed a steady hand on my shoulder, but even that small comfort felt distant.My mind was spinning, my heart beating so hard I could hear it in my ears.Then it hit me - Otto. If he’s moving, Darius always knows. He never moves without putting Darius on.I grabbed my phone, hands shaking, and dialed Darius’ number.Voicemail.No. No, no, no.I called again. Same thing.Voicemail.Darius always picked up. Always. On the first ring. Something felt wrong.Before I could say anything, Sucre suddenly stood. He’d been silent, like he was somewhere else entirely.“I’m starving, man. Gonna grab some snacks. You want anything?” He leaned forward and pressed a soft kiss on my lips. But, something felt different about him. Something I couldn’t quite figure out. “Chips and a water will be fine,” I muttered, bare
SUCREShock gripped me as we hurried off the cab and strolled into the hospital. “Otto was planning a hit on your brother - on Pedro?!" I blinked. "That can't be right. Why would he do that?""I told you, man!" Luca snapped, his eyes burning with urgency. "Something’s off. The way Otto reacted, the disappointment on his face when I told him Pedro survived? It didn’t sit right with me. I swear, Otto had something to do with the stabbing." The automatic doors of the hospital hissed open, and we rushed in. Luca didn’t even glance at the front desk - he pushed past the security guard without hesitation.“Sir, you can’t…!”Too late. We were already down the hallway, Luca was faster, practically sprinting. I followed, heart pounding with fear. Room 216.We busted in.There. He lunged forward, shoving the doctor away, convinced it was Jules. But then the doctor turned slightly, revealing a different face. Not him.Luca exhaled sharply, the tension in his shoulders loosening just a little
SUCRE"Now what?" Is this some kind of joke? I had been dragged here by cartel members - shoved, humiliated only to be asked this? What the fuck?“I… I don’t understand, sir,” I said, forcing the words out as I slowly lifted my head. The glow from the phone’s screen shone brightly on my face still displaying those two words: Now what?Otto narrowed his eyes. “What do you think I meant?” His voice was sharp, too sharp, it made me shiver.My heart pounded violently. My mouth ran dry. I tried to hold myself together but then…laughter.The other cartel members burst into laughter, slapping each other’s backs like it was some grand joke.Otto leaned forward, elbows on his knees. “Now what do we do about the operations tomorrow?” His tone was calm, but there was something uncertain beneath it. “We need the algorithm ready.” I exhaled sharply. A wave of relief cruised through me. Thank God he hadn’t suspected anything. I felt at ease - until he moved. In one swift motion, he pushed up
SUCREMy fingers trembled as they fumbled over my phone’s screen. I could barely breathe. Could this really be him - the Vice Chancellor? The phone rang once. Twice. Then, in one a swipe I answered the call pressing the device to my ear. But, there was Silence.A shiver crawled up my spine.Then…“Hello, Sucre,” a voice finally spoke. Deep. Familiar.It was really the vice chancellor.I exhaled sharply, gripping the phone tighter. He’s alive. Relief flooded my chest, but it barely settled before a new wave of unease crashed over me.“I’ve been out of town for a few days,” he continued, his tone calm. Unbothered.I swallowed hard. “You… you weren’t home?”“No. I just got back. Why?”Cold dread pulsed through me. My mind raced back few hours ago standing outside his house. I was certain I saw two shadows on the curtains.I had seen someone inside. Someone who I thought to be him.I held my phone tighter. Fingers sweaty. My pulse hammered in my ears. “But… I was at your place,” I whisp