Arya and Leonardo had spent the few hours on the plane cuddled up and making love. “The car is waiting”, he said as he clasped her necklace behind her neck. “I don’t want this to end”, she whined as he bent and slipped on her Christian Louboutin. She was wearing a red body con dress and it accentuated her curves. Training with the soldiers everyday had made her body snatched back very quickly. “The kids are with family. We have all the time to do this, okay?”, he asked. “Yeah, I guess”, she replied with a sigh. “Let’s go”, he said and led her outside. True to his word, a car was already waiting for them. He opened the door and she stepped in, flashing him a smile. He entered after her and gave directions to the driver. The security cars were behind and in front of them, heavily armed. He hit the partition before pulling her into his arms. “We should be there in no time”, he said. “I hope so. I would not like to get car sick”, she replied. “You wouldn’t. We ar
Arya’s brows furrowed. “Excuse me?”, she asked the nun. “Adrianna, right? You’re Adrianna?”, Mother Superior asked. “No. I’m not. I’m sorry. Who are you?”, Arya asked. “I knew her before she left Spain for Italy. You look just like her, every single detail of her”, the Nun responded. Arya glanced at Leonardo who nodded. “She is - was my mother”, she said. It was the nun’s turn to be confused. “Was?”, she asked. “Yes. She died days after my birth”, Arya responded. Raúl shocked face drew her attention. “I’m sorry about that, Dona”, he said. “Adrianna is dead?”, Mother Superior asked. “Yes, sister”, Arya responded. “Oh, my. I did not know. I should go now, I have some new girls joining the convent today”, Mother Superior said and she hurriedly walked out. “I don’t think she reacts well to bad news”, Raúl said. “I can’t blame her. I would also feel bad if someone I knew died”, Arya said. Leonardo held her hand and they walked towards the main room. * * *
“We are happy to have you here. If you had told us about your plans to visit we would have told you about the terrorist attack that happened recently”, Manuel, the mayor, said. “Terrorists?”, Arya asked. “It’s what we want to call them. No child of this town would do that and they aren’t from Spain or any Spanish speaking countries”, he answered. Arya and Leonardo exchanged looks. “I say this because the villa, where you live, is a target point as it is the most expensive and good looking building in the town. So you might not want to stay there”, Manuel said. The rest of the council nodded. “I knew about that. We will stay at the villa, regardless and hope the terrorists have gotten bored of this place. For their own good, of course”, Leonardo said. The council, except Isabel, laughed awkwardly. The energy had shifted from the moment he said those threats. “We will be on our way now if there is nothing else we should know of”, he said. “Of course, Don. It’s been n
“So no one can find us here?”, Arya asked. They were in a compound secluded from the city. It had more than fifteen cabins with three bedrooms each. It was more than enough for the thirty soldiers with them. Each room had a sound proof software that can be activated when needed. Rob was carrying in their bags along with security. “It’s completely off the grid. There is a terrorist camp a few miles back so the town people would never come this far”, Leonardo answered. “Oh, I see”, Arya responded. They turned to see Rob running towards them from one of the cabin. “We have your cabin sorted out, Don. And you have a call from the town council”, he said and handed the phone to Leonardo. Leonardo picked up the phone. “Manuel?”, he asked. “No. It’s Isabel, Mother Superior”, the caller said. He put the call on speaker. “Go on.” “You should not stay at the villa. Some of the council members have planned to attack the place. They will send about a hundred killers”, she s
WARNING: THIS EPISODE CONTAINS STRONG SEXUAL CONTENT AND MAY NOT BE APPROPRIATE FOR SOME READERS / VIEWERS / LISTENERS RATED 18 SONG RECOMMENDATIONS: SUCIA BY KEHLANI feat. JILL SCOTT AND YOUNG MIKO CANDY BY DOJA CAT His free hand, the one that wasn’t up her shirt, took her hand and placed it on his cock. She could feel his hardness through his trousers. He moved his free hand higher up her thigh, and her legs spread even wider on the couch. The fire cackling in the background was nothing compared to the flames of desire that consumed them. He reached her panties, and she knew he could feel her wetness through the lace. Embarrassment left a pink tint on a her cheeks. He held eye contact and went down in front of her. His metallic eyes are on hers as he slide her skirt up ever so slowly. He leaned down and placed his mouth against her knee, his lips lingering for a moment before he kissed up her leg. “So wet for me, princess.” His fingers slide her panties to the side,
Arya waited till Leonardo was asleep before carefully moving out of his arms. They had gone a couple of more rounds after and even though her bones screamed sleep, she had to do what she had to do. “Princess?”, Leonardo called, his eyes half opened, hair messy and face sleepy. “I need to use the bathroom”, she said, feeling guilty she had to lie. Well, it wasn’t a lie. More like half truth. He went back to sleep and she walked into the bedroom to go through his phone. As she suspected, it was all work on his phone. His socials though, were popping with texts from a lot of females. She went through them and saw they were mostly popular models, actresses and celebrities. Irritation went through her. She didn’t realize women could be this cheap especially to a married man. “Bitches”, she said. Now more than ever she had the urge to become more active on her socials. The good part was that her husband aired them all. She smiled in satisfaction when she saw he had blocked off
“Let go of her arm”, Leonardo said. The drunk man didn’t listen. “Vamos a bailar, chica.” Arya freaked out and tried to pull her arm away. “Let go. I don’t want to dance”, she said and tried to push him without drawing attention. Leonardo took charge of the situation and pushed the drunk man to the ground. People closer to them were already staring. Only a matter of time before they start recording. “Don, we can leave now”, Rob said. Before he could respond, a woman approached them. She had green eye and was dressed in expensive clothes. She had on a smoky eye makeup, which enhanced her eyes and a black dress with. “Pablo, deja de faltar el respeto a nuestros invitados”, she said to the man on the floor. He stood up and walked away. “I’m sorry on behalf of my brother”, she said to Leonardo. Leonardo could not care less about her apology. He was busy making sure Arya didn’t have a scratch. The green eyed lady coughed awkwardly before speaking. “I’m Lima, by the w
Arya walked into the church with her security. As expected, she met Isabel, the Mother Superior and Manuel, the Mayor. “Welcome Dona”, Manuel greeted. “Hi, Manuel. How are you faring?”, she asked. “I’m very well. I was about to leave before you stepped in. Good bye”, he said and walked out. “He suspects someone must have leaked the details about the assassins”, Isabel said. “Hope he didn’t figure out who did it?”, Arya asked. “No. He didn’t. But I told him the Don is a smart man regardless of his age. He would know better than to give away his location”, the nun responded. “Okay, that’s great. Thank you once again for risking it”, Arya said. “Please sit. Your mother, Adriana, went through a lot of risks for me and the children in the orphanage. I can’t let the last piece of her get killed by greedy old men”, Isabel responded. Arya sat on the pew. “In time you will tell me about my mother. I wish I knew more about her bravery”, she said. “In time. Don’t take my n
ONE YEAR LATER Leonardo watched her from the doorway, his arms folded as a soft smile played on his lips. Arya stood by the crib, gently stroking the twins’ hair until their breathing grew soft and even. A new mother in her element — flourishing. But he knew it wasn’t just because they were finally reunited with their babies. No, there was another weight lifted off her shoulders. Andrea’s body had washed ashore the morning after they returned to Italy. Whoever killed him had clearly found no more use for him. But Leonardo still wondered — was it Vito? He stepped forward, his voice low. “It’s been a year since we got back. The kids are happy, safe, and drowning in all the love we could give them. Are you finally ready for us?” Arya turned, eyes locking with his in that way that always made him feel like the only man in the world. “More than anything, Leo. I love our family — but throwing parties, decorating, smiling at guests — that’s not what I want to do with my life.” His smile
Arya placed her thumb against the sharp metal protruding from the mirror’s hidden safe. The prick was sharp and quick, a bead of blood welling up instantly. The metal retracted with a soft mechanical hiss, followed by a deep click as ancient locks gave way. The door of the safe creaked open, revealing what lay inside.Her breath caught.An old, thick book, its leather cover worn but unnaturally strong, sat beside a small, sleek device. The contrast between them — one ancient, the other unnervingly advanced — sent a chill through Arya’s spine.Isabel’s breath hitched. “I thought that was destroyed during the final battle between the Order and the Sisterhood — over fifty years ago.”Arya’s fingers hovered over the objects. “What exactly is it?”Dolores stepped forward, her face grim. “It’s a weapon. That device can override every military system on earth. Nukes, missiles, satellites — you name it. With the right codes, you could trigger wars from this room. The book holds those codes, a
The silence after Henry’s death was suffocating. Leonardo and Arya stood over his body, blood painting their hands and faces, their breath ragged and uneven. The room was littered with corpses, a battlefield stained with loyalty and betrayal.Ricardo and Roberto had finished off the remaining men, but Isabel barely had a moment to breathe before a rough hand seized her arm.“Let go of me!” Isabel struggled, but the man twisted her arm behind her back, dragging her toward the far end of the room. Leonardo’s gun snapped up, finger curling around the trigger — but before anyone could react, a single, sharp gunshot rang out.The man crumpled at Isabel’s feet, blood pouring from a hole between his eyes.Dolores stood a few feet away, smoke curling from her pistol. Her expression was calm, but her eyes betrayed years of unresolved rage. “No one touches another woman in front of me again.”Isabel stumbled into Arya’s arms, trembling. “It’s over,” Arya whispered. “You’re safe now.”But then A
“You remind me of him…” Andreas’ voice slithered through the tension like a blade through silk. Leonardo didn’t move, didn’t lower his gun. His heart was a hammer against his ribs, but his hand was steady, aimed straight at Andreas’ head. And yet, the Pope only smiled. “Vito. Your grandfather. You have his temper… his instincts.” A pause, measured, deliberate. Then, softer—“His arrogance.” “You were close to him,” Leonardo said. His voice was steady, but inside, something twisted. Andreas smiled. “Closer than you think. He would have been proud of you, Leonardo. If only he were still alive.” Leonardo’s jaw tensed. Andreas had been a ghost from his past, a man he had once admired, a mentor in a strange way. And now, he was standing against him, speaking about his grandfather as if— He didn’t have time to unpack it. Because in the next second, Ricardo’s gun cracked, the shot echoing through the chamber. Leonardo had silently given the signal, and Ricardo took the sh
Arya could barely believe her ears. None of this made sense. Isabel coming to this town had been a coincidence.Hadn’t it?Her pulse hammered in her ears, drowning out the distant creaks of the ancient walls.“Isabel having Adriana? Her coming here? You’re spewing nonsense,” Arya said, her voice sharper than she intended.Henry smirked. “I am here to ensure my predecessors’ wishes are met. Of course, her coming here wasn’t a coincidence. Neither was Stanley getting her pregnant. We ruined your life in ways that would bring you here. Not that we had to try too hard—Stanley was more than happy to do it and didn’t even come back for his pay.”Isabel gasped, her breath hitching. “Wha—”“I beg you, Isabel.” Henry’s voice turned colder, almost bored. “Don’t speak until you’re spoken to. Now that I’m no longer pretending, I can admit—I never could tolerate you. Always rushing to do the right thing for the church, as if doing good has ever brought you good luck.”Leonardo stepped forward, his
A second of stunned silence stretched between them. Then, as if a trigger had been pulled, everyone moved at once. Ricardo’s hand flew to his gun. Leonardo stepped protectively in front of Arya. Dolores unsheathed a hidden dagger from her belt, while Isabel squared her stance, ready for a fight. Roberto cocked his pistol, finger already on the trigger. But Henry didn’t flinch. Instead, he smiled. And then—the ground shook. A deep, guttural rumble echoed through the underground chamber, vibrating up their legs. Dust rained from the ceiling. The ancient stone beneath their feet groaned, as if something massive had just shifted deep within the earth. For a fraction of a second, everyone hesitated. And that was all Henry needed. A single, sharp whistle left his lips. A sniper’s laser appeared—red and deadly—right over Arya’s forehead. Leonardo’s stomach dropped. “Ah-ah,” Henry tutted, raising a single finger. “You know, I’d really rather not get blood all over these nic
Arya, Leonardo, Ricardo, Roberto, Isabel, Dolores, and Penelope, along with several others, entered the underground hideout and saw that Henry had already opened a secret door.“He left the door open for us to follow him? He’s either an egotistical moron or just plain stupid,” Leonardo said.Isabel was horrified. “I never even knew about this secret door—right here, in the very room where I trained my girls.”“Henry comes from a line of corrupt priests, each one worse than the last. They’ve been pitting you all against each other for years. Of course, he knew more than he let on,” Ricardo said.Penelope placed a comforting hand on Isabel’s shoulder.Dolores didn’t pause—she kept moving through the secret passage, and the others followed. The walkway was dimly lit by old, slow-burning lanterns, their glass clouded with dust. Cobwebs hung in thick strands, untouched for what must have been decades. The walls were covered in strange symbols, a forgotten language carved into the stone.“I
Smoke and dust hung thick in the air, swirling through the ruined convent like ghosts mourning the dead. The scent of burning wood mixed with the coppery tang of blood. The once-pristine courtyard was unrecognizable—bodies lay strewn across the stone floor, habits stained red, fingers still curled around the weapons they had fought with. Bullet holes riddled the chapel walls, and shattered stained-glass windows cast fragmented colors onto the carnage below. Flames crackled in the distance, devouring part of the east wing, their light flickering like dying prayers. Arya stepped over a body, careful not to let her boots slip on the slickness of fresh blood. She felt Leonardo’s presence beside her, solid and tense. Roberto and Ricardo moved with weapons drawn, scanning for any remaining threats. But the battle, for now, had paused. The dead had no more fight left in them. And in the heart of it all stood Isabel. She was drenched in blood, her gray-streaked hair matted with sweat. A
The doctor finished his examination, checking Leonardo’s pulse, pupils, and responsiveness. He pressed against his wrist, watching the steady beat, then moved a small flashlight across his eyes. Leonardo tolerated the prodding in silence, though his body ached from days of inactivity. Finally, the doctor stepped back and exhaled. “He seems clean. The drug is out of his system.” Arya sagged, as if the weight she had carried for days had been lifted just enough for her to breathe again. Her hands, which had been gripping the sheets so tightly her knuckles turned white, finally loosened. “Thank you, Doctor,” she said, her voice raw. The doctor gave her a small nod. “He may still experience some lingering effects—fatigue, confusion, maybe even nightmares—but the worst of it is over. His body will adjust in time.” Leonardo listened, barely absorbing the words. His mind was already moving forward, pushing past the haze of the last few days. He had woken up and gone back under so