The next few days at the mansion were relatively quiet. Sarah seemed to be better behaved than before and wasn’t actively throwing tantrums. The silent treatment had become much worse, however. Her daily routine was rather simple. Wake up, eat, take a stroll, shower, and sleep. Aldo was present at every meal, yet they didn’t say as much as one word to each other. For the most part, Aldo was out working. He would go to town and come back very late but he wouldn’t sleep out. His presence didn’t really matter to her. She had been searching for routines, patterns in his behavior. Every day on her little promenade, she was actually looking around for exits and trying to find out when it would be safest to make a run for it. Soon enough, she had gathered enough information about the security system to make a move. The mansion stood cloaked in shadows as Sarah quietly made her way through the corridors, her heart racing with a mix of fear and determination. This time, howev
The early morning sunlight filtered through the windows of Aldo's bedroom, casting a soft glow on the disarray within. He stirred, slowly emerging from the embrace of sleep, only to be met with a surge of panic that jolted him awake. His heart raced as the memories of the previous night came flooding back, crashing into his consciousness like a tidal wave.Desperation gnawed at his chest as he prayed that it had all been a terrible dream—a drunken nightmare. But the truth hung heavy in the air, and he couldn't escape the reality of his actions. He had let Sarah go. Aldo swung his legs over the side of the bed and stood, his movements fueled by a mix of anger, worry, and self-reproach. He needed to find her, to make compensation for the impulsive decision he had made.Raging out of his bedroom, he began his search throughout the mansion, his footsteps heavy and purposeful. His gaze swept over the room, his frustration mounting as he found no trace of her. Every single step was drivin
When Sarah opened her eyes, her heart froze. Aldo lay on the ground, bleeding from his chest. The extent of what had just happened crashed over her like a tidal wave, shattering the last remnants of hope and safety she clung to."No!" she cried, rushing to his side, her voice filled with despair. "Aldo, I didn't mean to... I never wanted this." Her eyes widened so much, they could have fallen out of their suckets. She shook her head in denial, repeatedly.Aldo's eyes flickered weakly as he reached out, his voice strained but filled with forgiveness. "It's... not your fault, Sarah. I... I pushed you too far. I... I deserve this."Sarah's hands trembled as she cradled his head, tears falling uncontrollably. The realization of what she had done—hurt the man she loved—consumed her with guilt and regret."I'm so sorry, Aldo," she sobbed, her voice choked with remorse. "I never wanted to hurt you. Please, stay with me.As Sarah cradled Aldo's body in her arms, her world shattered into frag
Outside Aldo's room, Sarah's heart felt like a heavy stone, burdened by guilt and regret. Her tears fell freely, each drop a testament to the pain that had consumed her. Time seemed to stretch endlessly as she waited, her thoughts consumed by the man who lay behind that closed door.Finally, the door to Aldo's room creaked open, and Sarah's heart leaped. The doctor emerged, his face a mix of concern and professionalism. He approached Sarah, his voice gentle yet measured."Miss, I must inform you that Mr. Accardi's condition is still critical," he said, his eyes filled with empathy. "He is currently unconscious, but we are doing everything we can to stabilize him."Sarah's tears continued to flow, her heart aching for the man she loved. "Please, doctor, do whatever you can. He has to get better."The doctor nodded, his expression compassionate. "We're doing our best. He's in good hands. But, due to the circumstances, we need someone to watch over him for the next few hours until the se
Marco's brows furrowed in confusion, his voice a mixture of concern and disbelief. "Boss, were you awake? Why didn't you let us know?" Aldo's lips curled into a faint, wry smile. "I had my reasons, Marco." Understanding began to dawn in Marco's eyes, a realization that Aldo's silence had been intentional. He glanced at Aldo's expression and read between the lines. "You didn't want the moment to end, did you?" Marco's voice held a touch of amusement, a satirical glint in his eyes. Aldo's gaze held a mixture of fondness and longing, his words soft yet filled with truth. "Sometimes, Marco, even the most powerful men find themselves powerless in the face of matters of the heart." Marco raised an eyebrow, his voice laced with skepticism. "Boss, you're waxing poetic now? Are you sure you're not still half-asleep?" Aldo chuckled weakly, his voice tinged with a hint of sadness. "Trust me, Marco. One day, you'll understand. When you fall in love, you'll realize that the most unexpected mo
As the room settled into a gentle calmness following Aldo's feigned awakening, his mind was focused on the tasks at hand. The doctor's departure had left them with a glimmer of hope and a reminder to stick to light and easily digestible food during his recovery. With Sarah in the kitchen preparing a bowl of warm porridge, Aldo turned his attention to Marco, his voice steady and determined. “Has it been sorted?” “Yes boss. I moved her passport, cards and devices to the safe while the doctor was examining her. Only the cameras could have caught me. I put the things in a bag when carrying them around, so no one will know.” "Good job, Marco. There's a crucial matter I need you to handle." Marco, always ready to carry out his boss's wishes, nodded attentively. "Of course, boss. What do you need?" Aldo's gaze held a mix of resolve and concern. "I need you to conduct a discreet investigation into the shooting.” “Actually, boss, we have caught the person who shot at you.” “That’s just a
As the sun began to dip beneath the horizon, casting a warm glow across the room, Sarah returned with a bowl of freshly made porridge for Aldo. The soft aroma filled the air, creating a comforting ambiance. She offered the bowl to Aldo, her gaze tender as she spoke. "Here's some more porridge for you, Aldo. I thought you might be hungry again."Aldo's lips curved into a grateful smile as he accepted the bowl. "Thank you, Sarah. Your care and cooking are making my recovery much more enjoyable."With each spoonful, Aldo savored the nourishing meal, his strength gradually returning. As he finished eating, he looked up at Sarah, his eyes warm and appreciative. "You know, you can go back home now. Your passport is in my safe, and you're free to leave whenever you're ready."Sarah's expression remained thoughtful as she regarded him. "I'm not thinking about leaving right now, Aldo."Aldo's eyebrows lifted in surprise, a flicker of excitement dancing in his eyes. "Does that mean you've decid
The next morning, the sun's gentle rays filtered through the windows of Aldo's office, casting a warm glow over the room. The morning sun gently filtered through the curtains, casting a warm glow across Aldo's room as he slowly stirred from his slumber. Beside him, Sarah was already awake, her caring eyes fixed on him. As he sat up, Sarah helped him change his shirt, her touch gentle and reassuring."Feeling better today?" she asked, her voice carrying a note of concern.Aldo offered a grateful smile, his gratitude evident in his gaze. "Much better, thanks to you." At the office, Marco entered the space, his heart fluttering as he prepared to work alongside Lana, Aldo's efficient and composed secretary. Now, Marco has had a little crush on Lana since she started working for Aldo.It started out as a simple attraction. Lana is a beautiful young lady brimming with energy and charm. As he observed her work he found her to be more likeable. Aldo was easily irritated by inefficient people
Noticing Marco’s weird movements from the rearview mirror, aldo sat up a little. He glanced over to the side window, he looked but failed to see what Marco was constantly checking for. “Problem?” Aldo asked, his voice low.“Maybe,” Marco replied, his tone tight but calm. “Hang on.”Marco’s fingers danced over the console, flipping a switch that dimmed their taillights to make their brake signals less noticeable. He tapped a button on his earpiece, activating a private channel to the rest of Aldo’s security team.“This is Marco,” he said, his voice barely above a whisper. “We’ve got a tail. Black sedan, four cars back. Requesting backup and confirmation on hotel perimeter security.”The reply crackled in his ear almost immediately. “Copy that, Marco. Two vehicles en route to your location. ETA five minutes. Hotel perimeter is secure—no unusual activity reported.”Marco nodded, though his grip on the armrest tightened. Five minutes might as well have been an eternity if these guys dec
From the moment Aldo’s plane touched the ground he had been working nonstop. Now as he sat prominently, surveilling everything around him he had to try hard to curb the anger he was feeling inside. He had left his lover at home for this.The room was thick with smoke, the soft glow of an ornate chandelier casting golden shadows on the polished mahogany table. Around it sat a dozen men, each clad in tailored suits that whispered of power and wealth, but the tension in the air was undeniable. At the head of the table sat Aldo Accardi the man whose name alone sent shivers down spines. His dark eyes swept over the room, calm yet piercing, like a predator waiting to strike."Let's get straight to it," Aldo began, his deep, commanding voice cutting through the silence. "When I first invited you to join my organization, it wasn’t just a business proposal. It was an opportunity to turn everything we’ve worked for into something... enduring. To give your families a legacy that doesn’t depend o
“Is that what the late-night call was about? You’re leaving?”“You make it sound like I am abandoning you.”“Aren’t you?”“Not at all, silly. I’ll be back on Saturday,” Aldo said as he pulled her onto his lap.“Can I go with you?”“I’m afraid not.”“Why? I’m so bored here. I don’t want to stay here forever! I was traveling around before I met you, and now it feels like I’m being detained.”“This is a work trip. It’s not the kind that one would bring a significant other to. It won’t be fun at all, and you will barely get to see me for the time we are there. Besides, you’re not being detained here. You can go out anytime you want.”Sarah huffed with disappointment. Alas, she couldn’t fight him on this. So silently, she surrendered.Just then, Marco walked into the dining hall. It was already 10 in the morning, and Beraldi was waiting outside to meet Aldo.“Tell him to come in with Lucciano.”“Yes, boss,” Marco replied, bowing respectfully before stepping out to bring in the two men.“Wh
"Berardo, brother, welcome. Long time no see,” a guard said as he rushed to greet the giant of a man who just landed on the mansion’s private helipad.Walking with sturdy, meticulous steps, the man called Berardo approached the mansion. Not a word from him to the hearing of the other guards. Nothing but a nod. The serious expression on his face never seemed to fade out. Not out of malice or disdain for the men in front of him; they were comrades after all. But this was his way, and they all seemed to acknowledge that.The pissed-off look on his face never seemed to be enough to stop the giggling batch hovering around him. Along with the men on his side, he made his way off the helipad, through the garden, and into the mansion. Then he went straight to Aldo’s study to report for duty.To his surprise, the early-rising, stern man that was his boss was nowhere to be found. Funny, it was 8 am at this point, Aldo was always up and functioning by 6 am. Could the boss have fallen ill? No one
It was never really lights out at the mansion. Regardless of the hour, there were always people patrolling the grounds, the lights outside the mansion stayed on at all times. Security and control were of the utmost priority, which explains the cameras. Before, the patrols used to happen even indoors, but since Sarah moved here, they have been seized.Sitting in the control room, Marco stared intently at the lovely couple in the kitchen as they got snacks to share. It must be nice to have someone to spend your night with. Sure, they bickered a lot and sometimes Mrs. Accardi was particularly unreasonable, but there was no doubt in the heart of everyone who knew them that they were made for each other.It’s not like Aldo was perfect, he hid his identity from her and then kidnapped her when she found out and tried to run away. Marco sat in the quiet of the night reflecting, he certainly wasn’t a log of wood. He, too, had a special person. But Marco is nothing like Aldo and Lana, well, tha
Uhhhh….. Mmmmh…. Ald… mmmm... Sarah moaned breathily. Her hands were in his hair, stroking it with her fingers as he ignited passion within her walls. Though his beard was always clean-shaven, it had been a few days since he last shaved and tiny invisible hair had started poking out of his skin. She could feel it as the hair rubbed against her thighs, causing a ticklish sensation up her spine. He steadied himself in between her thighs, taking in her scent, lapping up every bit of her arousal. His tongue set her body on fire. She wriggled in place, frustration and pleasure coursing through her veins like lightning bolts. His hands, too, were busy. He had a finger inserted into her as his tongue attacked hers. First one finger, then another, before she knew it, Aldo had succeeded in putting 3 fingers inside her. She didn’t object, she barely even realized it because she was so engrossed in the sensations he was making her feel. Aldo was having the time of his life. His name rolled off
The caresses made her mind hazy and before she could think, she had been pulled out of her chair by Aldo’s powerful hands. He carried her back to the bedroom and they continued making out all the way down the hallway.Placing her on the bed, Aldo’s fingers eagerly searched under her dress for the little sensitive mound he was bullying earlier. She felt his hands and immediately understood his intensions. Only, instead of going along with it this time, she broke contact.As their lips parted, their gazes locked, emotions swirling like a tempest. His hand was still under her dress, a little confused by her rejection. She spoke first, aiming to clear the air from last night’s argument, “You said you’d believe me, right? I didn’t book that ticket. I have no idea who did, but when I find them, I’ll have them come give you an apology.”His gaze softened. “Maybe not now, but you are still going to leave once I’m well.”“You are well and I’m still here.” She giggled. His initial reaction was o
By the time Aldo was ready to let her go, several hours had already passed. Sarah rose. It was then that she noticed the drapes. Pulling them open, the bright sunlight hit her face like a brick, forcing her eyes shut as they had become accustomed to the dark. She took a peek at the time keeper on the bedside cupboard, the time said 7am, yet it was clearly afternoon. “Good morning, love.” He said, wrapping his arms around her shoulders, pulling her in to a super tight back hug. “Morning? It’s like 5 in the evening. Did you readjust the time?” she questioned as she tried to wiggle out of his grip. As she moved, her butt rubbed against his member, making it itch with desire. Memories of the passion from last night flashed through his mind. “If you keep moving like that, we might have to get back in bed, amore.” He said huskily. His lips were buried in the crock of her neck and she could feel every word he said vibrate against her skin. His hot breath swashed over the sens
The warm light of day slowly washed over the mansion the next morning. The kitchen bustled, the mansion came alive. The maids and guards alike. By now all the mansion staff were aware of the events of last night. Gossip travelled really fast and it didn’t help that Aldo and Sarah didn’t hold back all night. Stumbling out the pantry into the dining room, making out in the living room and all down the hallway to the master bedroom. They almost lost all control and fucked right outside the bedroom door. Almost. By now, we all know who had an awful night thanks to the two. Marco stayed in the surveillance room all night. Every time their make-out session got graphic, he had to arrange for the men to cut the cameras. The thing is, the organization had a good number of enemies. So the house had to be monitored at all times. So Marco couldn’t just conveniently ask for all the cameras to be cut for the whole night. Yet he had absolutely no idea when the couple would get all the way down