“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
Dolores’ green eyes moved sharply across the room. She was dressed in a satin gown and had on excess expensive jewelries. Her smoky eye make up accentuated her eye colour perfectly. She nodded in approval as the girls displayed their beauties. “Hurry up, girls. A good courtesan knows the value of time”, she said. The girls hurried to change their clothes or accessories that she told them to. “My queen, your daughter is here”, her assistant said. “Which of them?”, she asked with a bored expression. “Lima”, her assistant answered. “Lima? I’m surprised she still knows the way to her mother’s house”, Dolores said sarcastically. “Should I let her in?.” “Yes. Let her in”, Dolores said. Some seconds after, Lima appeared in her presence. “Mother, how have you been?”, she asked. “Same way you left me”, Dolores responded. “That’s why I’m here, mother. I want to move back home”, she said and fell on her knees. “And I want to retire and enjoy the rest of my life trav
Lima took deep breaths backstage. She wore her most expensive outfit and used her most expensive make up products for this event. She needed to imprint on him and gauge his reaction before coming up with her plan. The curtain dropped and through her veil she could see the light reflecting on her and the other girls. She knew this dance by heart but the fact that the Don was watching made her feel uneasy. The music started and so did their bodies. They danced along to the sound in seductive rhythm and the men cheered at them, occasionally throwing money and gifts at them. With the lights in her eyes, she could not get a clear view at the men’s faces but she assumed the Don would be at the head of the table. Sit up, wife. This mistress may have a trick or two up her sleeves. * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * Arya tossed around on her bed. She missed her babies so much but she tried not to think about it too much. She was regretting ever encouraging Leo to go to that
Leonardo’s grip on her hand tightened as he felt the slightest movement. At first, he thought he imagined it, his exhaustion playing tricks on him. But then, Arya’s fingers twitched again, and a soft, strained breath escaped her lips. His heart pounded. “Arya?” His voice was hoarse, desperate. He leaned closer, brushing a damp strand of hair from her face. Her eyelids fluttered before barely opening, her dark eyes hazy with pain and confusion. She swallowed, her throat dry, and tried to speak, but only a weak whisper came out. “Leo…” Leonardo exhaled sharply, relief crashing into him like a wave. “Mia cara, I’m here,” he murmured, pressing a kiss to her knuckles. “You scared the hell out of me.” Arya’s lips parted slightly, as if she wanted to say more, but she winced instead. She tried to shift, but the pain hit her like a hammer, dragging a soft groan from her throat. “Shhh,” he soothed, gently pressing her back down. “Don’t move too much. The doctor said you need to res
Leonardo hadn’t moved from Arya’s side all night. Her breathing had evened out, but the pallor of her skin was a constant reminder of how close he had come to losing her. He didn’t dare close his eyes, as if staying awake could somehow anchor her to him, keep her safe.It was noon when a soft knock broke the stillness of the room. Leonardo didn’t bother answering. The door opened, and Ricardo stepped inside, his usually composed appearance in shambles. His beard was unkempt, his eyes hollowed by sleeplessness and something darker.“I got your message,” Ricardo said quietly, his voice rough. He glanced at Arya, lying motionless on the bed. “How’s she holding up?”Leonardo let out a slow breath. “Not great. Stable, but…” He shook his head. “This isn’t where she’s supposed to be.”Ricardo nodded, the lines on his face deepening. “I’m sorry, Don. This shouldn’t have happened. Let me help. Where did you last see the attackers?”“Rob and the others are already on it,” Leonardo replied, his
Leonardo sat slumped in the chair by Arya’s bed, his hand wrapped around hers as though holding on to her would tether her to life. His eyes burned from exhaustion, but he hadn’t dared to close them, not even once. The faint sound of the door creaking open drew his attention. He turned sharply, his face hard, ready to dismiss whoever it was. “Good afternoon, Don,” one of his forensic experts said, stepping into the room cautiously. He held a folder in one hand, his expression a mixture of urgency and hesitation. “The chip we retrieved from Andy’s neck contained encrypted files. My team decoded them late this morning.” Leonardo straightened, his gaze sharp. “What did you find?” The man hesitated briefly, glancing at Arya’s unconscious form before clearing his throat. “Documents and records of purchase. They include significant financial transactions and detailed logs of weapons bought under false identities. It appears to be tied directly to some operations.” Leonardo’s jaw t
As the doctor worked on Arya, Leonardo paced the length of the room, his fists clenched and his jaw tight. The sight of her pale face and the blood-streaked bandages made his stomach churn. Every shallow breath she took felt like a countdown he couldn’t stop.His phone buzzed in his pocket. He hesitated for a moment, reluctant to take his eyes off her, but he finally answered.“Talk,” he barked.“It’s Sergeant Diaz. We tracked the attackers. Sir, you need to see this,” the soldier said, his voice grim. “It’s not just about the ambush… there’s something bigger going on here.”Leonardo’s grip on the phone tightened. “Send me the details.”“It’s something you have to see in person, sir. A name came up—someone close. I don’t think you’ll believe it unless—”“Just tell me the name,” Leonardo interrupted.There was a pause, heavy with tension. “It’s…” The soldier’s voice dropped. “Adriana.”Leonardo froze. His mind raced, struggling to connect the dots. Adriana? His mother-in-law? The woman
“Instruct some men to follow them and gather any information we might need. We’ll head back to the hotel and decode the chip,” Leonardo commanded, his voice firm. Arya frowned, her fingers curling into a fist to steady herself. “Why? I thought we were going after them.” Leonardo’s sharp gaze softened, but his tone remained resolute. “We don’t have time to chase shadows, princess. We need to split up. Let them lead us to their base while we focus on the chip.” She shifted uncomfortably, the sharp sting in her side now impossible to ignore. Just as she straightened, the pain betrayed her, pulling a grimace onto her face before she could hide it. Leonardo caught it instantly. His eyes narrowed, his suspicion unmistakable. “Is something wrong?” “Just… shoulder tension,” Arya muttered, forcing a weak shrug. “Come here, princess.” His tone softened as he reached for her. “You shouldn’t have to bear this—” “Ah!” A sharp cry tore from Arya’s lips as Leonardo’s arm brushed her
With the gunfire subsiding, the world fell into an uneasy silence. Leonardo and Arya regrouped with Rob and the few soldiers who had made it through. The air smelled of burnt gunpowder and death, the metallic tang of blood clinging to their senses. The forensic expert approached Leonardo with careful steps, holding out a small bag. Inside was the chip, smeared with traces of Andy’s blood. Leonardo took it, his fingers brushing against the plastic as he studied it intently, his brow furrowed in thought. “This has to be important,” Arya said, her voice calm but sharp, cutting through the silence. She wiped at her face with a shaking hand, smearing dirt and blood across her cheek. “Andy was tortured for it. And whoever sent that ambush didn’t care about lives—they cared about this.” Leonardo slipped the chip into his pocket, his face unreadable. “If Andy died for it, then it’s worth something. We’ll find out what soon enough.” The group quickly retreated, the convoy of cars wea
Gunfire shattered the tense moment as bullets ricocheted off the metal surfaces of the dock. Leonardo immediately grabbed Arya and pulled her behind a steel container. Rob dove for cover beside them, drawing his weapon. “Where the fuck did that come from?” Rob hissed, scanning their surroundings. “Ambush,” Arya said through clenched teeth, already gripping her gun. “Stay down,” Leonardo barked, peeking around the corner. He spotted shadows moving near the crates stacked further down the dock. Whoever had come for them was prepared, and they weren’t leaving without a fight. Leonardo signaled to their men, and a firefight erupted. Arya darted out from cover, her movements fluid and precise as she shot at their attackers. Each shot was calculated, dropping one assailant after another. Leonardo felt his chest tighten as he watched her. She was fearless, but fearlessness could also get her killed. “Cover her!” he ordered. Rob laid down suppressing fire as Arya advanced, vau
As they prepared to leave, dissatisfied with the outcome, Arya noticed Andy’s body was badly battered and bruised. One of his fingers was missing, suggesting he had been tortured. But why? Why would they torture someone on their side? Unless… “They wanted something from him,” Arya muttered to herself, scanning his injuries. “Something they didn’t have.” Her eyes fell on the brutal gash on his head. It was deep and jagged, a wound inflicted with rage. Whoever killed him must have done it in an act of passion. Perhaps they hadn’t intended to kill him but, after all the torture, his body couldn’t take it anymore. Arya sighed, the weight of realization settling on her. If Andy had been killed by accident, it meant they never got what they were after. “Rob, we need to search his body,” Arya said. “There might be something they missed.” “Whoever tortured him would have searched him already,” Rob replied. “Except…” He trailed off and began removing Andy’s clothes. Leonardo a
The convoy arrived at the docks within minutes, the tension palpable in the air. The area was cloaked in eerie silence, save for the occasional raucous laughter of men huddled near a ship. Their beer bottles clinked as they exchanged crude jokes, lines of cocaine spread across the table between them. Cigarettes dangled from their lips, smoke curling into the night sky.Leonardo stepped out of the car, his eyes scanning the scene with cold precision. Rob flanked him, his hand hovering near his gun. “Should we go in now?” Rob asked, his voice low but steady.Leonardo nodded sharply, motioning for the others to fan out. From the car behind him, Arya emerged, her silhouette a lethal combination of grace and danger. Guns hung from her shoulders, nestled in her belt holsters, and rested in both hands. Her gaze met Leonardo’s for a fleeting second, and despite the danger ahead, the sight of her sent a surge of desire through him. She was magnetic, untouchable, and utterly lethal.Focus. Ther