The cool breeze of the night tickled Isadora's skin, a serene effect was over her body. Unlike the view she was used to in the city, there was no bustling night life nor bright, colorful lights beyond her windows, only darkness… pure, calming darkness.Sitting on the frame of her large window, the moon cast its light on half of Isadora's face, highlighting the worry on it. Nicholas and Vallea must have noticed her absence by now and would be very worried. All of her belongings, down to underwear were confiscated, there is no way to communicate with them or anyone else.Heh, communicate? Isadora almost burst out laughing. Vallea's and Nicholas' panic are the least of her worries right now. Her precious onlyf*ns account has never been inactive for more than twenty four hours, she grinded her teeth just thinking about how much useful money had gone to waste because of that.Isadora's heart suddenly became heavy. Forget the account, she might never be able to be free of this suffocating p
Isadora's breath hitched, she hadn't expected Felicity's question at all. It took her a full minute to digest it.In truth, she doesn't know much about the TS siblings, but she knew they were the 'children' of her father she would never get to meet.Faced with her own troubles in the yellow room, back then she hadn't had the time to think about them either. Her father, Lance, had firmly forbidden her from ever venturing into the west wing of their gigantic mansion. He said it possesses his most prized work, and had the tightest security around it, like a world of its own it existed independently.On an unfortunate night, she had ventured far beyond her boundaries, into the west wing. Coincidentally, her father had an emergency going on so there had been no guard on duty.Getting to the door that separates that place from the rest of the house, she heard it … screams ….. screams that were much louder and more grueling than hers. Deep screams of children, sounded like the cries of batte
Isadora sat calmly, like a good dog on the floor. Since the break of dawn, she had been called here by Vincent and placed beside him watching him carry on his day, never leaving the desk for a minute.It was quite disturbing to realize how much of a workaholic her master was. No sane Mafia leader she knows of ever put this much interest in the boring details of his famiglia. There are other trustworthy people to take care of that and more important things to deal with… like womenHe seemed highly disturbed, like he was struggling to meet some unforeseen deadline, one he couldn't afford to miss.Just how bad of an outcome scares him that he tries so much to avoid?Isadora could remember Felicity mentioning just how important Vincent's goals were to him and gotten as far as to go on her knees, to plead she never sabotages them, no matter what.Now she is curious about what those goals are. But there was one thing she knows for sure now, she is a big part of the attaining process.In the
Isadora followed two steps behind Imelda, she followed her lead as they ambled silently through the hallway, to where she guessed the kitchen should be.The silence would have felt natural if Isadora didn't struggle between intervals of a few seconds to say something or not. A question layed dangerously at the tip of her tongue, but she tried to control her curiosity.She knows nothing of this woman yet, it isn't worth the risk of running her mouth yet."Don't hold your tongue, speak if you want to. I'll rather get uncomfortable by your words than this stifling silence." Madam Imelda said amidst Isadora's silence."Who are you?" She asked firmly."You can call me Madam Imelda. I am the head of maids here in the black saints." She replied casually."You know that's not what I'm asking about?" Isadora scoffed.As far as she knew, Vincent holds no respect for anyone, not even his parents. He had singlehandedly murdered his father in cold blood just to make sure he overtook the Black sain
"Senior Brother Vincent," Felicity spoke first, beating the stunned Sienna to it, "Will you be joining us today?" She asked, her voice holding much more hope than she actually had.She held her breath wishing and wishing all over again in her mind, that his answer was positive. It's been so long!Vincent made his way to his seat at the top of the large square table, the others had made sure to steer clear from it even in his absence.He sat down, a mighty presence settling with him."Yes, I am Felicity." He confirmed it. Isadora noticed Felicity's face lit up with joy, if she was yellow a second before, she was of a much lighter shade now. Even that jackass, Mateo looked in a much better mood.Imelda simply nodded in satisfaction, as everyone settled in their respective seats.Isadora moved like a magnet to her master and stood beside him. Even if she stood just beside him, his throne-like chair was so mightily made, she couldn't see the top of his head.But there was a much better v
"Firstly, allow me to share an interesting little story," Vincent cocked his head to the side, he smiled so widely under the dark- panther like mask that one should see his cheeks bulge from the side."I happened to catch wind of a very interesting opinion. One that gnawed my ears so greatly, I thought about it throughout a sleepless night.""What we, the TS siblings went through doesn't matter, the pain of having a drug dusted stick inserted into the penis, enclosed to one place filled with torture for more than a decade doesn't matter, … the dead children don't matter, the babies born from underaged mothers addicted to Lance's many drug formulas don't matter, the unavoidable circumstance of never being able to fit right back into the world doesn't matter, the stigma of intense trauma that sticks to each one of us weighing our minds and conscience on the things we were forced to do with each other doesn't matter….none of that matters if it doesn't directly affect nor benefits a certa
Mateo immediately brought out his dick. He was hard, a conditioned response from what he was used to at Lance's mansion.Vincent turned to Isadora, "Each time you resist him" He held up his fingers, there was a silver ring on it with a peculiar red dot, he had modified it into the collar's only shock control, "You will be punished severely as much as if you are obedient, you will be rewarded."Isadora could hardly make out his words, disoriented. Anything was fine as long as her scorching need ceased."Suck him off." He instructed.Without thinking, Isadora mapped Mateo's dick, her tongue tickling the tip of his shaft before she properly went down on him and covered her warm lips in it immediately.Groaning from pleasure, Mateo held her hair, guiding her deeper and deeper, up and down his cock till she hit his nuts…. wanting more and she delivered in a steady pace, drug induced. This carried on for more than a minute, thick spittle dripping down Isadora's mouth from the repetitive mov
"L-lord Vincent…!" Madam Imelda quickly rushed to Vincent's side and almost cupped his face in her hands, she stopped midway to realize that doing that would get her arms chopped off.Her mouth could hardly translate what she had witnessed… how incredible, a miracle! Surely this has to be a miracle, "Are you alright, my Lord. Do you feel any pain?" She asked, her eyes scanning for any visible anomalies to his health. Her heart pounded restlessly both in worry and joy.Imelda could see his gray eyes dilate… he could feel it too… Even Vincent couldn't hide his surprise as the warm morsel of cake went down his throat.How… how was it possible?! He had just eaten a whole muffin and hadn't even the slightest bit of reaction. There was no pain, no unbearable irritation in his throat, he didn't feel like his insides are on fire, instead, it melted in his mouth like a soothing balm, tantalizing his taste buds in the most painless manner… the beautiful sensation of taste which laid dormant for
On the hospital bed, Sienna’s eyes weakly fluttered open and her blurry vision took a moment to clear up. Her mind felt heavy and foggy, and it took a while to get her bearings.She emitted a deep, weary moan as she attempted sitting up, overcome by the fatigue that washed over her.“I wouldn’t move too much if I were you,” Mateo advised.Sienna’s gaze snapped to the source of his voice. Mateo was sitting on a chair right beside the edge of the bed with an unwavering gaze on her. She hadn’t noticed him before.“W-what’s going on?” She struggled to form words, still feeling groggy.“You fainted yesterday. You are in the infirmary now.”“Why would I be –“ Sienna’s mind recovered its sharpness in an instant. She finally remembered.“Oh no…. I need… I need to see lord Vincent now….I need…” Ignoring her deathly aching body, Sienna hastily hurried onto her feet, almost tripping in the process.“Sit the fuck down, now, Sienna!” Mateo commanded with striking authority, yet his voice remained
At the entrance of the Green Viper’s Mansion, a number of maids carefully but quickly stowed Sienna’s suitcases into her ride. They didn’t want to be present when she showed up, the past week plus had already put them through enough hell.The signature click-clack of Sienna’s heels could be heard as she walked towards the entrance from within. She moved with urgency in her steps and an impatient look on her face as she checked for the time on her smartphone.“Ugh, it’s almost noon and these imbeciles aren’t done loading up yet. Just like the system here, its people are also slow. How I miss Zeta!’ she groused under her breath.“Don’t tell me you’re going back to the Black Saints after you were clearly banned. It’s barely been two weeks already, do you have a death wish?” Neomi scoffed.Her voice scraped Sienna’s nerves like nails on a chalkboard, forcing her to stop in her tracks.Turning just her torso, Sienna glared at Neomi who met her gaze from the staircase landing. “Unlike you,
"Woah," Gianna sat up and cupped Isadora's face in her hands, "Is there anything wrong?" She asked worriedly, unused to Isadora being so affectionate.Isadora let out a small giggle, "No, I've just missed you.""Hmm" Gianna examined her body, "Are you sure? You've lost a bit of weight. Where have you been all these while? Your friend said you went on vacation. Is that true?""Slow down mom, one question at a time."Isadora shook her head."Yes, I'm fine and it's true, the stress was getting to me and I thought I should take advantage of the break and relax properly before school resumed." She lied.Only after her explanation did Gianna finally calm down, sighing in relief.Isadora dragged a chair and sat by her mother's bedside, smiling.Vincent really kept his word to keep Gianna out of their affairs if she complied. That, she was thankful for. She couldn't put Gianna through the stress of worrying about her, in her condition… she couldn't drag her back to that life.Gianna noticed th
Isadora had her back to Victor while he left. She gazed at the crumpled piece of paper in her hand and tossed it into the trash in an instant.Federigo saw this and sighed, "Don't be too upset Isadora, this is for your own good.""And who are you to tell me how to feel?" Isadora said hotly."I'm just following your father's wishes." He explained.Isadora scoffed, "If you haven't noticed, following that low life's commands isn't exactly my forte, is it?"Federigo didn't know what to say. He could see hatred blaze in the child's eyes each time his master, Lance was mentioned. If Lance could see this right now, he would be destroyed within.He couldn't tell her the truth now. He couldn't possibly explain how much her father loved her and never wished for things to play out like this. No… that would be too much to hear after all these years of pain.He could only say bitterly, "This isn't the way Lance wanted it to end.""Of course, it isn't." Isadora agreed sarcastically.Federigo led her
Isadora smoothly settled down at the new dorm. For dinner, she ordered takeout for all and left Echo and Nirvana in each other's company before retiring to her room. She spent the rest of the night researching and filling up updates on what she's missed in the past few months and her class schedule.The next morning, Isadora rose quite early with an ominous inkling for the day and boarded a cab out of the University's premises. It was a silent ride downtown.She had mixed feelings, willingly coming back to the one place she detested the most, somewhere that was supposed to be her home. Despite knowing that the sole cause of her hatred was dead, it didn't give her much peace.She's never really got to think about Lance's death and what it meant to her. He was gone, but it didn't feel like it. Even when she strove so much to be completely dissociated from him, his bloody legacy still found ways to influence her life, in some way or another.Somehow he's managed to make himself a major ch
"Great, you are here already!" Nirvana opened the door to the dorm, ushering Isadora in."You own quite the apartment, don't you?" Isadora commented, looking around the beautiful living space.Consisting of multiple private rooms sharing one living room, It was a place located in one of the most well-off housing areas in the school. She didn't expect to be placed in the same dorm as Nirvana. It seems she had become Nirvana's official bodyguard.Nirvana chuckled, "Just as much as the insufferable problems, there are perks that come with being born in a wealthy Famiglia," She hopped over to the mini bar at the corner and poured Isadora a glass of chilled water."Thanks," Isadora took a sip from the glass. The feel of the cold liquid in her mouth instantly melted all the tension that built up in her mind while coming here. Back to a place that she'd lost all hope on.After she received Vincent's orders yesterday, she proceeded to inform Felicity and Imelda about her pending departure. Th
After two days of rest, Vincent summoned Isadora to his side quite early in the morning.He made her stand beside his desk, which exposed a clear view of his confidential work while he penned down some words.Isadora took liberty to peer over his shoulders while he worked. She subconsciously thought he was very attractive in his serious working state.There was a soft knock at the door."Come in." Vincent permitted, routinely.The door opened, revealing Imelda's gentle figure."Good morning Lord Vincent. I want to know if you are in the mood to try anything today." She said with a tone of anticipation."No need." Came Vincent's firm voice. Not once did he take his eyes off his desk."Alright." Imelda released a sigh of defeat and proceeded to leave the room.One day he was alright and the next he wasn't. Vincent hadn't tasted a thing since the last time he ate. She was starting to get worried."Wait." Vincent's casual word made Imelda halt immediately.For the first time since she arr
Felicity looked crestfallen, facing Isadora's rejection. Her tone considerably lowered, "I thought you also felt it. Did I read it wrong? I'm sorry I shouldn't have -" "No! It's not you." Isadora grabbed Felicity's hands in hers, preventing her from saying anything else. She spoke, raw from her heart, "You are the most wonderful person I've ever met, Felicity." She glanced at Felicity's body, feeling a rush of desire, "Just… Wonderful." She looked Felicity in the eye, "And I do feel something for you - something I don't understand. I'm just not ready for all of this yet." Isadora explained, a bit overwhelmed. Felicity's doleful expression softened into a small smile. She looked very relieved, her eyes glued to the floor in embarrassment, "I was going crazy not acting on my feelings for a long time. I thought it would ruin our friendship." "Hey," Isadora held up Felicity's chin to meet her gaze. "Nothing can ever come between us. I won't let that happen." Felicity's heart raced at
"Mateo doesn't mind if you hang out with me in broad daylight?" Isadora was much more patient with Felicity now that she understood their dynamic.Felicity's smile instantly fell flat with a frown. Isadora perceived she had said something wrong. Did the two get into a fight?"He's too busy to notice." She replied curtly.Felicity brought Isadora down to her quarters, where Milia sat in the living room, holding an adorable toddler.She stood up to acknowledge them, "Mistress Felicity… Mi-miss Isadora?..."Milia looked very surprised. She never expected the maids' hot gossip this morning, that Isadora had survived the monster was indeed true."Can I have him?" Isadora reached for Lucas with a smile."Sure." Milia passed him to her.Lucas, who was usually very picky about who held him, readily bent his torso towards her.Once he settled in Isadora's arms, Milia stepped aside.Isadora sat beside Felicity on the couch and sat Lucas on her thighs.His bright blue eyes stared at Isadora with