Donatello went straight to the rooftop to clear his head. He removed a cigar from his pocket and lit it.He believed that with Julia on her new work, he would be able to forget about her and focus on what was important. The one that could jeopardize his whole business.Before long, Marcello came in and went directly to where Don was standing.“You sent for me, boss.” Marcello said with a bow.“Any updates on Martin?” Don said, turning to face him.“Not yet, sir,” he said, “we have closely monitored him and nothing is amiss.”“When is he leaving for the US?” Don asked.“Preparations are being made so I presume he will be leaving soon.”Don released a puff of smoke.“Send a few men—two ideally—to follow him covertly all the way to the United States. Let them keep a tail on him and report any findings to me.”“Yes, sir” He was too familiar with his brother to put his confidence in him. He may appear innocent at the moment, but Don has a feeling that his step brother is up to something.
In Il Cavaliere, the whole place boomed with loud music. Everyone was dancing and grinding, but Don headed up the stairs to his VIP suite.Marcello, who had followed him inside, left him to talk with the bartender. Shortly after Don had entered the room, Marcello entered with two girls, a brunette and a blonde. His boss was already downing shots of tequila, unconcerned about who had entered, and when Marcello left.The two ladies walked up to him in sexy lingerie, each by his side. They sat next to him and began sexually caressing his body.When Don got into the mood, he dumped the pint glass on the table and took turns pressing their breasts. With his hand, he removed the blonde girl's breast from her bra and took it in his mouth, sucking on it with pleasure. The other girl pulled her panties down and stepped out of it, revealing her dark pussy. She sat on the couch beside Don and spread her legs apart using her fingers to please herself. When Don was done, he turned to the brune
Don laid on the bed, his nudity concealed by the bed sheet. Julia was next to him, breathless and sweating profusely. She had just had some hours of intimacy with her boss and now she was speechless. The boss soon stood up, completely nude, as he walked over to his clothes on the ground. He picked them up and began to dress as Julia's eyes watched him.“You should get back to work.” Don stated while knotting his tie.Julia rolled her eyes and said, “I am done for the day.”Don said nothing. He had no intention of conversing with her, especially since he had decided that this would be the last time he would ever be intimate with her.He had broken one of his golden rules by having sex with the same lady twice, but now he was struggling to free himself from her grip."Why do you mistreat me and still come to me for sex?" Julia asked him.Don halted, his fingers still wrapped in the strands of his necktie.He was not anticipating such a question from her, but he was the boss, so he told
“Any news on the target?” a voice asked as a man entered. The entire room was dark and concealed in it was one of the most feared men in the whole of New York City. He sat in a chair, his legs on the large table before him as he sucked on his smoking pipe.“Yes, sir,” the man answered, approaching him and bending to whisper something in his ear.The man grinned. He was pleased to hear it.“Tell the men to prepare to greet him,” he hesitated, then continued with a grin, “I can not wait to meet an old friend.”The man nodded and walked away without replying. ***The following morning, Julia woke up beaming.“Today would be great!” She said with a smile. It was so weird that she could be this happy after shedding lots of tears last night.Recalling that, she hurried to examine her face in the mirror. Of course, it was bloated and red, as she had expected. The sight of it was really noticable and she thought of what to use to conceal it. Out of nowher
Julia was in shock. Her body was stiff as his arms surrounded her. “What the hell are you trying to do?” Julia asked as she struggled to get out of her embrace.“Stay still!” Don thundered, as he gently placed her down.Julia smoothed her clothes when she had maintained her balance. Don watched her but said nothing. He could see she was still angry as she wiped her skirt. “Why did you bring me down? Didn't you just say I was just a mere servant?”“What are you trying to insinuate?” Don raised a brow.Julia said nothing. She couldn't think of anything to say, especially since she was already feeling bad. She just wanted to get out of his sight and see no more of him.“Do you think I would stand and watch my servant fall to death?”“Death?” “What were you doing over there?” Don asked, pointing to the balcony. Julia turned and laughed. “Oh that,” she added, “Were you scared? Do you think I really wanted to end my life?”Don lips twitched. He took some step towards her, making her w
Julia sat by her bedside table observing closely the beautiful flowers in the garden. She had never paid attention to them before, not even while she was running away, but now she was engrossed in them as they swayed in the breeze's direction.Hours had passed since the boss instructed her to go to her room. She had been all alone, doing nothing except observing the flowers.“Miss Julia,” someone called.She turned to look, it was one of the servants in charge of the kitchen. She walked in holding a tray of food in her hands. When Julia spotted her, she rose up and approached her, locking the door behind her.“What brings you here ma'am?” She asked the lady. Unlike her, the lady had black hair and a freckled face, yet she was stunning.“You can call me Paloma. After all, we are of the same age.” She paused, then continued, “The boss has requested that we bring you food and water.”Julia glanced at the food on the table. “Why would he do that?” She asked, then turned to face Paloma, “W
It was another beautiful morning, Julia was up and ready to work. Dressed in her uniform, she was assigned her duties by Mrs Lorenzo.She had been instructed to tidy the boss's room before he returned.Julia was relieved when she spotted Don's disappearance from the room. As usual, Don was out for his morning walk, one he usually does often. She looked about the room; everything appeared to be in order, but she still had work to do so she immediately set to work dusting and cleaning, determined to do a good job.When she arrived at his window, she could not help but appreciate the vista below it. Unlike her room, this lovely bedroom overlooked a much wider, tree-filled yard. The trees held bird houses that made Julia wonder if the birds were still alive or if they had been killed by the cruel boss. A few minutes later, she was so engrossed in the scenery that she forgot all about her responsibilities.“What are you doing here?” a voice asked.Julia suddenly jolted backwards in fear
“Boss, we have just caught sight of two of Don's men.” One of Martin's men, his aide, said to him as he entered the spacious office situated in Martin's home. It was not much in comparison to Don's luxurious office because he hardly utilized it, but at least it was an office with a desk and chair.The man smiled as he rested his legs on the desk before him. He trusts his stepbrother to not let his guard down. It has been long ago but Don was still careful enough to not put his full trust in him. He smiled again and puffed some smoke from his mouth. “They seem to be keeping a trail on you, sir” The man said.“What should we do to them?” Martin asked, looking up from his cigarette.“I say we kill them boss,” He answered sternly.Kill them? That will be a good way to keep them out of his private life. But then he gave it another thought: Don might suspect a thing. His action would be too sudden and his stepbrother would definitely find out about it which would result in something even
Julia stood in front of the standing mirror in her room. She couldn't bring herself to believe she was still the same Giulia, the only daughter of Bianchi. Adorned in a red long evening gown with a front slit and an open back, she marveled at the way it fitted her body. Her hair was left to flow, just as her boss preferred, and her face was made up softly to highlight her angelic features. Standing before the mirror, she pondered whether she was truly fitted for this kind of life. It suited her, but it was not her type. She had initially thought she would accompany him as his personal servant, just as he has told her, but that was no longer the case. She was going with him as his lady! “Girl, you look gorgeous!” Brittany exclaimed, after assisting her in putting on her stiletto heels, “I would die to have this body shape.” Julia only smiled. Of course, she had a very attractive shape. “Wow!” Brittany said, still taken aback by the woman standing in front of her. “Thank you f
Martin paced around his room, holding his envelope in hand. He smiled as he took another look at it.The senator had been kind enough to extend the invitation to him as well but it felt weird. What kind of stunt did the man intend to pull off? He questioned, in his mind.Last time he heard about the senator was when he broke off all ties with his father, blaming him and his mother for the tragic occurrence.As he placed the invitation on his bed, he grinned. No matter what, he had to take this invite positively and as an opportunity to secure a safe ground for himself. He knew there would be prominent men and women present, people who could help bring down his rival.At the thought of this, he nodded to himself. It was a brilliant move, which he had to carry out in secret. ***Julia heard a knock and got up to open it. “Hello lover girl,” Brittany said as she walked in.“Um hi,” Julia said as she stared at the lady in a sexy short gown, wondering
Donatello was in his room when he heard a knock. Quickly, he tucked the note under his pillow and stood up. “Come in,” he said.His aide, Marcello, entered and bowed. “Is there a problem?” he asked sternly.“No Boss,” Marcello said, then added, “I just received an invitation from Senator Vincenzo. He has invited you to his opening gala.” Marcello handed him the invitation. His boss quickly opened it and scrammed through the paper.“An opening gala?” “Yes, boss, and he has extended a special invitation for you to attend with your lady.” Marcello said.Don shot him an inquisitive look. Was his aide trying to mock him?“You’re dismissed.” Don said, waving him off.Marcello bowed and exited the room.After he left, Don looked at the invitation once more. The senator took his time to specifically invite him, even though he can not recall the last time he attended a gala or any party.“It appears that some friendships last after death,” he said to himself.Senator Vincenzo was one of h
Julia's heart thudded in her chest as her boss firmly gripped her wrist. He was staring at her with his eyes wide open. Soon, a tear escaped his tear gland and slipped out of his eyes. Julia watched in terror, unsure of what had gone wrong. It was the first time she had seen her boss tear up, and it bothered her. Then, as if in a bad dream, he closed his eyes and started shaking his head. As soon as she saw this, Julia took his hand and started to gently stroke it until he relaxed. Her mother taught her this technique, which she typically uses to help her relax whenever she is experiencing anxiety or a nightmare. Soon, he was back to normal and Julia watched him relax while gazing at his serene face. Who would have guessed that her tough boss could be so weak? When she was certain he would be okay, she decided to let go of him, but he refused. “Stay.” he muttered. So Julia curled up beside him, still shaking from fear. Was this right? Was she supposed to be so close to
Donatello arrived at the club and went straight to the bar stand where he sat down.“Good day boss,” the bartender bowed and handed him a pint of tequila, his usual order. He immediately gulped it down and requested for another one.His gaze roved around the building, which was bustling with people dancing and celebrating. Don smirked. He remembered starting the club from scratch to help him relax before deciding to open it to everyone.After three shots of tequilas, he felt someone tap him. He quickly turned around to face a beautiful brunette lady dressed in a mini skirt and bra-like top.She caressed his shoulders and whispered into his ears, “That man over there told me to come cheer you up.”He glanced towards Marcello who was seated at the other end of the room with three sexy ladies around him.“That son-of-a-bitch,” Don spat and gulped another glass.The lady who had been instructed to cheer him up continued to caress his shoulders before moving to his chest.All of a sudden,
Donatello stood on the rooftop, smoking his cigar and admiring the scenery below. He had intended to clear his mind, but it does not appear to be working.His thoughts drifted back to what his uncle had said. What did he mean when he stated that he would have to pay the price again?What was the price he was talking about? He pondered. Then he touched his stomach, where the scar was and suddenly felt a flash of memory. Was what happened before going to repeat itself?Back then he had suffered a tragedy which killed his mother, and one in which he barely survived. One thing he was made to believe was that it was just an accident but he knew deep inside him that it wasn't, something more dangerous was linked to it, and whatever it was was coming directly at him.After several hours of deliberation, he could not take it anymore and summoned Marcello.“You sent for me, boss?”“I need you to drive me to the club.”
A ray of sunlight penetrated the space between the window curtains and shone directly into Julia's eyes.As she tossed to avoid the bright light, she felt a sharp pain in her two legs. Immediately she opened her eyes. The pain was not there before, so why is it there now?Julia carefully sat up and examined them. Her legs appeared normal; they were not swollen except for the discomfort she was experiencing.She then attempted to stand up, and while it was difficult, she was able to stand on her own two feet.Suddenly, she heard a knock and wondered who it could be. Was it Mrs. Lorenzo? She must have come to ask her to serve the boss a cup of coffee.Now thinking of coffee, Julia gasped. She was supposed to bring him a cup as usual.“Why do I have to forget?” She asked herself while tapping her forehead.Then she heard the knock again and proceeded to answer it. She opened the door and met her boss's gaze.“Good morning, Julia,” he said as he strode in, “Did you sleep well?”Julia, st
Julia's heart thudded in her chest as he approached her. He followed her, keeping his gaze fixed on her, as she walked backwards in the restroom.“What were you doing in my bathroom?” He asked, tucking her hair behind her ear.“I was instructed to prepare your bath.” She answered.“Oh really,” He bit his lower lip, “How about you join me then?”“No, I wouldn't dare.”“Well, as your boss, I insist.” He finished and walked towards the bathtub to inspect the water. Julia slowly pulled down her skirt and stepped out of it. She did the same with her top and was half naked. Only her bra and panties remained.“Do you know how much I've missed touching your body?” He asked as he walked towards her and pulled her to himself.Oh hell. She knew she missed his touch too but she couldn't admit that.Don was soon all over her, taking her lips in his and kissing them, entangling his tongue with hers.With one hand, he quickly unclipped her bra and tossed it to one side before moving on to her prot
Don sat in his room, his former room given to him by his uncle. Everything was still intact, his old clothes, shoes and even the photograph of his mother that was placed on the table.He approached the photograph and took it from the table, dusting it lightly.It featured his mother with a smiling face and a torn part which he knew belonged to his father. Before the accident, Mrs. Rossini, his mother had found out about his father's secret affair with a woman. Worse still, his concubine had given birth to a child. So with anger and pain, she took her son with her and planned to travel. They were barely halfway when the vehicle collided, resulting in a tragic catastrophe that claimed her life.After that day, Don despised seeing his father's face, as well as that of his stepbrother, whose mother died from cancer years later. Following his therapy, Don was placed under the care of his uncle and resided with him.Few years later, after the death of his father, he carried on the family b