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9 ~ Fire To The Rain III
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The Vicious Scent Of The Mafia's Black Rose 10 ~ Fire To The Rain IIII
Brinda Francesco pushed me till my back hit the wall behind and I whimpered as I tried to free my neck from his firm hold. “I was just…” My voice trailed off as tears clogged my eyes. Not because of the pain Francesco is inflicting on me but because of Peter's betrayal. Why? Why did Peter do that? He was alive yet he did not bother to tell me. He survived falling off the cliff but he is planning to kill me. Why had I fallen in love with such a man?Mafia? Yes, mafia. How did Peter turn out to be Marshall? How come he is the don of the Fernandez's family? What was his connection to the Mafia world when we were together? Was his love and everything we shared all a lie?“You were just what?” Francesco questioned. “You couldn't accomplish a simple task. And for what? Just because of your stupid ex-lover. I hate it when you cry for other men.” His voice came out yelling and he squeezed my neck more. I tugged at his arm for some time before I finally broke free. I kicked him hard on t
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BrindaTwo days later, a gentle tap on my shoulder woke me up. I flipped my eyes open to see Bullet. The thought that filled up my mind was that she came around to add more problems to the fire that was burning between Francesco and I. I lowered my gaze and firmly in her hands was a tray containing varieties of fruits, water and a plate of food. My stomach grumbled at the sight of the food. I had barely eaten anything since I had been locked up in my room on Francesco's order. I expected Bullet to drop the food or pour it on my body but she didn't. Instead, she sat on the bed and assisted me up. “I brought this for you,” she announced. Her countenance, not the usual frowning one. “Thank you.” I appreciated it and started eating the fruits in a hurry, more like a glutton. Then I remembered how Francesco had forced me to eat the dog's food. I clenched my left hand slowly but in a strong way. I cursed him under my muffled breath. Bullet's warm touch on my hand dropped the feeling
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Brinda My heart swelled as I stared at Francesco's face which was full of pride. I knew he wouldn't believe a word I said. Each step he took towards me made the air thick with tension. “Can you prove that?” He whispered into my ear while he pulled me closer. I raised an eyebrow in response. He smiled before he added, “That your pussy now drips.”I pushed him off me. After accomplishing that, I nearly cried. Why? What took my eyes below? Francesco was naked. He had nothing covering his private parts. The sack that covered his balls dangled left and right. Truth be told. The balls were big… and his manhood? Massive. Veiny. Cocky. Lengthy. Attractive. I looked away quickly so he wouldn't catch me staring for a long time. “If you want to suck it, you can. It's free of charge for you.” A warm glow spread across his face. “I can't suck such. Isn't it the same squeaky old toy that Bullet sucked the other day?” I asked, undeniably causing trouble. “I see! You're just jealous. You
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Brinda Everyone is a betrayal. No one is worth sacrificing anything for. No one can be trusted as well. Humans are the most prerequisite beings on Earth. Just imagine!!!Marshall trying to kill me? Why? For what? Even if I did push him down the cliff, I never did that on purpose. I was meant to shoot him but I pushed him off the cliff instead. Now I'm starting to regret why I didn't kill him that day. I should have shot him in the head. He could have died and never thought of killing me today. Even the food I bought with the last dime on me is now gone. The money I had on me that I can use to get a taxi had fallen during the chaos earlier. Where can I go? Definitely not my home. If I head back home at the moment, I would literally be handing myself over to the brink of death. Francesco. Yes, Francesco. To defeat an enemy, you have to stay under the protection of your enemy's enemy. As they say, ‘An enemy of an enemy is a friend.’ I would surely head back to Francesco house.
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Brinda The next evening came quicker than I expected. Still, I haven't found a way to bypass Marshall and his men. Bullet is not home as she had gone on a mission Francesco sent her on. My legs move faster and faster around the room due to the fact that I was pacing up and down. Sweat glistened on my face, all the way to my back. Just as I increased the air conditioner, I heard a loud bang on my door. “Who the hell is that?” I questioned. Coupled with the issues I was facing, I rushed to open the door only to see Francesco with a smirking expression. “The hell is me.” He announced, his baritone voice sent chills down my spine. I rubbed the back of my head as I looked away nervously. “Ehm… How may I be of help to you?” I asked. “You can help yourself by following me out of your room. Right now!” He said, with full authority. I shrugged my shoulders before I followed him downstairs. When we got there, he walked towards the door swiftly. “Where are we going?” I asked, intrigued
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BrindaI exhaled through my mouth after I left the room when Bullet was instructed by Francesco to give him another round of blowjobs. Swiftly, I made my way out of the building. I saw a chair under a tree where no one was. I walked there and took a seat. My mind was interrupted by several thoughts on how to escape from Francesco’s clutches and how to overtake Marshall. While still thinking of that, my mind drifted to what I witnessed earlier. The low moans I heard in the jet was okay but witnessing the blowjob? Clearly not acceptable. I shook my head to get rid of the image from my memory but it didn't help. Rather, my mind was telling me that they were fucking already. My feet started burning while I stomped them on the floor. Suddenly, I felt a touch on my shoulder. It was familiar to Francesco's. “Francesco, you bloody…”“Who is Francesco?” Mr. Desmond's voice echoed from behind. “Are you his new slut?” I turned to face him while his mouth rolled into an O-Shape, “Now, I g
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BrindaFrancesco Dante. Francesco's father. Purab Chaturvedi. Marshall Fernandez. Marshall's father. I stared at the white board before me that I had their names written on as I thought of a lot of possibilities of what they had in common. If Marshall was the heir of the Fernandez family, why did he approach me? As for Francesco, he told me he was an orphan. He even worked as a barman to top it all. Everything just doesn't add up. And the death of my mother… Why? What does she have to do with all this? Francesco could have approached me easily. I could have agreed to be of help. Even now, I can't even get back to my past self. The skills aren't there anymore. I had vowed to leave that life because I had gained nothing while I worked with Alpha Exposition. Just killings and spreading sorrow. I rested my head on my fingers and heaved a loud sigh before I walked to the balcony of my room. The early morning sun cast a warm glow on my face. Now, who the fuck are these men and why
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Brinda “Vince Khumalo is fifty-six years old. He is an assistant to Purab Chaturvedi whom we've killed. He lives in Seattle with his family. Two girls and his wife, of course. He hails from South Africa and he owns Khumalo Enterprises.” I read out the result from the laptop's screen as I and Francesco both had our gazes fixed on the man's profile. Hacking into different systems to get into his real profile was quite stressful but thanks to my knowledge and skills, I overcame that. For Francesco to have asked me to look into Vince's profile, it could only mean one thing — he wants him dead and nothing more. “Why are we looking into his profile?” I asked, breaking the silence. Francesco heaved a sigh and sank his back into the sofa. He stretched his legs on the table, almost knocking the laptop from my lap. Then he crossed his legs and used his gestures to tell me he needed some wine. If only I could add poison into it. I served some wine which was already kept on the table in a
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The Vicious Scent Of The Mafia's Black Rose 57 ~ Love Forged In Darkness And Desire
BrindaI took half the length of Francesco’s cock into my mouth, my tongue swirling around the tip, teasing him. But that wasn’t enough — not for him. A sharp inhale escaped his lips as he pushed deeper, his hand tangling in my hair, guiding me with measured control.“You’re damn good, Damsel,” he groaned, his voice thick with pleasure. “But you can do better.”A challenge.Determined to make him come undone — to make him forget every other woman who had ever touched him. Bullet included — I took him deeper, hollowing my cheeks as I swallowed more of his length. A deep growl rumbled in his chest, and the sound sent a wicked thrill through me.His hips moved, thrusting slowly at first, testing my limits. The heavy weight of him pressed against the back of my throat, and when I coughed, his fingers tightened in my hair, holding me in place.“Fuck…” He shuddered.I pulled back with a loud, wet pop, gasping for air. His eyes, dark and predatory, gleamed with something dangerous.“Nice j
The Vicious Scent Of The Mafia's Black Rose 56 ~ Love Forged In Darkness And Desire
BrindaMy eyes trailed over his left bicep — The scorpion tattoo looked darker, more defined, almost hypnotic. My gaze drifted lower, tracing the hard ridges of his stomach. Every muscle flexed as he moved, commanding attention.I swallowed, my throat suddenly dry.Should I be doing this?No.But as things stand, I have no choice but to succumb to Francesco’s desires.Or… Am I succumbing to my own?No. I have no such desires. This is just a distraction — Something to pass the time while I plot my next escape.But, why does my body feel like it’s betraying me?Francesco moved toward the bed, his steps unhurried, deliberate. He sank to his knees before me, his dark gaze never leaving mine. My heart pounded — fast and erratic — like a drum signaling my impending doom.The look in his eyes from earlier, the one filled with cold, deadly rage, was gone. Something new had replaced it.Love?No. He doesn’t love me.He calls it obsession.His hand closed around my ankle, fingers cold again
The Vicious Scent Of The Mafia's Black Rose 55 ~ Let's See How Long You Can Last
Brinda I never knew that my hands and body would move so fast apart from when I went on missions to kill and obtain other items. My heart raced fast as I shoved the last piece of my mother's most loved item into the backpack in my left hand. I rushed to the kitchen, opened the cabinet and brought out the safe I had kept the crypt key. I was still in the middle of thinking of whether I should take it along, leave it or toss it somewhere Francesco would find it easily when I heard a loud bang outside. No one needed to tell me.I’ve got company.I need to escape. As fast as possible. I dumped the safe into the backpack, zipped it and hid behind the kitchen’s door. I slid my right hand into my pocket and brought out a pistol while my left hand held the bag firmly. As I prepared myself for what was to come, I had nothing else on my mind than… To kill. To slaughter. To send whoever came after me to the jaws of death.Just then, the screeching of another set of cars outside made me
The Vicious Scent Of The Mafia's Black Rose 54 ~ She Escaped, Bastard
Francesco did not miss a step as his legs willed him faster while he climbed the steps. Elizabeth was also relentless in her pursuit. Bullet was busy outside ordering the men to pack the dead bodies on the ground so it could be disposed of. Elizabeth couldn't catch up with Francesco who had no intention of stopping at all. His mind was filled with questions. I am just a burden and nothing else. There is no place for me in this world. Am I just a commodity?Those were the thoughts that roamed his mind.He moved swiftly towards The Dark Room and when he reached there, he was still trying to unlock the door when a soft female's hand touched his hand. He knew who it was already. He had been with her for as long as he could remember in his entire life. “Leave me!” He fired without bothering to look at her. She refused to let go of his hand and she pulled him to face her instead. Tears clogged her eyes but she did her best to prevent them from streaming down her eyes.“Francesco… Fran
The Vicious Scent Of The Mafia's Black Rose 53 ~ We Brought Death To Your Door II
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The Vicious Scent Of The Mafia's Black Rose 52 ~ We Brought Death To Your Door
The gunfire cracked through the air like a thunderstorm on judgment day. Chaos erupted. Grown men, strong and battle-hardened, screamed like frightened children.Francesco locked eyes with Brinda for a brief, electric moment before he turned and bolted from the room.“Bastard! Will you release me?” Brinda’s voice sliced through the noise, but he was already gone.Francesco moved with urgency, his boots pounding against the floor as he rushed to his room. No hesitation. No second thoughts. He yanked open the bathroom door and pressed a hidden button beneath the drawer handle — just like Brinda had when she had sneaked into his space days ago with Bullet.The drawer slid open with a soft click, revealing a lethal collection of guns. A wicked smirk curled his lips. He grabbed a few of the deadliest ones, admiring their weight in his hands.Then, just as he was arming himself, Guerrero crawled into the bathroom, his face twisted in pain, his left arm hanging limply like a broken doll’s.
The Vicious Scent Of The Mafia's Black Rose 51 ~ Obsession Is Greater Than Will
Brinda “What did you say?” I asked, my eyes darting around nervously. My voice trembled, betraying the fear that gripped me.“What did you hear me say?” He replied coolly, his gaze never leaving mine. “I know you’ve been poisoning me, not long after I forced you to work with me.” He sank into the chair opposite, his tone casual, as if we weren’t just talking about the very thing that could end my life.I dropped my head, avoiding his gaze.I was caught. There was no game left to play. The end had arrived, and with it, the realization that my time might be running out too.You’re stuck, Brinda.So it was true — when I thought I was being clever, trying to seduce him and slip poison into his food, he knew. But he had let me.“Francesco,” I said, mustering the courage to speak again. I lifted my head, meeting his gaze. “You knew I was poisoning you. Why didn’t you say anything? Why didn’t you stop me?”“Are you regretting it now, Damsel?” He leaned back, his voice mocking. “What happene
