Alessio:
Three inch?
She just literally claimed that I’m three inched?
Well, she’ll know what three inches are when I’m shoved deep inside her!
I put my tapped my fingers against the table as we sat on the dining table for dinner. Little miss know it all decided to go out, therefore, I couldn’t technically give her a piece of my mind yet. However, I wasn’t going to, not yet anyway. She would be begging for it.
I would be sure of that.
“What’s gotten your panties in a twist?” Ivan asked raising an eyebrow at me. Natasha sat by his side as the two obviously made up. I was glad that they did, the fact that they were fighting was something that no one liked in the house, especially after all this time.
“He couldn’t accept that his babysitter claimed that she wouldn’t be turned on by his three inched dick” Arda said making dad choke on his drink. His eyes widened in surprise and I could tell that he was fighting back a laugh which m
Kiara: “Alessio, the woman left you alone for an hour on her first day. For fucking crying out loud!” I heard Mr. Damien snap at his son, I had just entered the house having come back from walking around a few cafés, none of them had caught my attention. Therefore, I decided to go back to the Estate “I swear, I don’t even know how you’re my heir of all of this…” “You are not taking action, you are not doing anything to avenge mom. I will not let her blood go in vain, I told you once and I will tell you again, every man who comes in my way from that bastard’s side is a dead man before he even blinks…” “You are a…” “You don’t need to remind me of who I am, it is me who has to remind you of who you are. The seat you’re sitting on and your position doesn’t require you to be a pussy!” Alessio snapped. My eyes widened at his choice of words, the two were yelling in the living room, their voices so loud that everyone in the house was quiet. I didn’t dare mak
Alessio:“Where do you think you’re going?” Dad asked the second he saw me walking out of the dining room this morning. I have been ignoring him since last night and he has been making sure to avoid me since. He wouldn’t even join us on the table, and everyone in the house knew that I didn’t want to look at or speak to him, and I knew that the feelings were mutual. The two of us had been like that for years now, and the older I grew, the harder it was for dad to hold control over me. Knowing it was wrong didn’t mean that I made matters any easier for him. The older I grew, the more creative I got with the revenge that I wanted to take, that was something that he didn’t understand. Well, maybe he did, he just didn’t want to think about it. His son was supposed to be under HIS control, therefore, if it was heard that he couldn’t control his own son. Things could and would get out of hand, but I wasn’t as dumb as not to
Kiara: To say that these men were scaring me with each passing second wouldn’t be a lie. Alessio kept his eyes on me throughout the entire drive as to study my body language, but having learned how to deal in such situations. I managed to keep myself as calm and quiet as I could as not to stir the man, or give him any hints of fear which he could hold against me. “Where are we going?” I asked after a few minutes of silence. I was trying to process the danger that I was in, the fact that Alessio knew that he could hurt me didn’t escape my mind. The man was three times my size, and not to mention that he wasn’t alone. The three men could kill me in a second if they put their minds to it. Just the thought of that made me look out the window as I thought of the dangerous game that I was playing. Maybe this wasn’t a good idea after all. Nonetheless, there was no turning back now. I needed to do this, I wanted to prove to myself and dad that I can d
Alessio:“His body was delivered, boss” one of my men, Dimitri, said as I sat in my office. Having been waiting for the news since yesterday, I wondered about his reaction. But then again he was the last man to have a reaction when it came to anything concerning anyone but himself. Dimitri has been the one to make the call to me to come to the office when he first got the news. He also knew that he couldn’t technically say it out loud, therefore, calling us here was the better option.“Has he said anything about it? Orr was it as we expected?” I asked despite already knowing the answer. It was a case common between such men who had NO weaknesses, however, usually a the weakness would be your child. But he had proved to us years ago that he had no weaknesses toward his OWN bloodline when he called in the men to rape his daughter right in front of him.“Not a single word, boss, at least for now” Dimitri said. I nodded dism
Kiara: To say that I was annoyed would be an understatement, first the bastard Jeremiah tried kissing me, and now this bullshit. These men were really playing with my patience, and I didn’t like being toyed. “By all means, Aslanov, do make your shot” I said glaring at the man who raised an eyebrow at me. Truth be told, I knew that it was risky, and I knew that it could cost my life. But I wasn’t stupid, he was well aware of the trouble that he would get into if a single hair on my head was harmed and I knew that he wouldn’t want to deal with such matters. It would simply cause him an unwanted headache. “Really? If you’re counting on dad to stop me, then you are very wrong, malyshka” Baby girl. Alessio smirked and I laughed in a mocking manner. “Sure, I would be counting on your father for my safety” I said sarcastically before I glared at the man “do you really believe that I’m as stupid as to count on a mafia man who I don’t know? Really, Ale
Alessio:“Boss, what are we going to do with this?” Ivan asked looking at the information we found about Kiara’s dad, Kyle Anderson…“Nothing, for now, we’ll do nothing” I said looking at Kiara who was unconscious on my couch. Her chest rose and fell as she breathed, having made sure to knock her out without technically hurting her. I had to know who this woman was, and doing it while she was awake was not something that I wanted to do, especially knowing who she was and her ability of actually being able to change the information we wanted.“What do you mean by nothing, Alessio? The woman could be dangerous…”“She was telling the truth, Ivan. The girl doesn’t know of what her father does” I said stopping Ivan who frowned in confusion at the sureness of my tone. But a girl like her would have nothing to lose, and if she claimed that the man had killed her mom. Why would she st
Kiara:“Where the hell were you?” Mr. Damien asked the second we entered the house. Alessio looked at me and I had to fight back laughing at what he had planned on telling his dad, which was basically the truth. But we were technically curious about his reaction. Whether or not he would believe Alessio, or whether he’d end up shooting him with a gun. Ivan and I were already making bets.“Now, now, Damien, we already talked about this. The men are no longer children, it’s bad enough that you hired them some hundred year old babysitter who they probably killed” a man said from beside Mr. Damien. My eyes widened at his description of me, and all three men tensed for a second, looking between me and the man. However, the man paid them no attention as he looked at me and smiled, extending his hand to me “and who might you be? Which of these idiots managed to swoon you this time?”“Well, I’m the hundred year
Alessio:I glared at Kiara as I put her phone in her hand.Her eyes were wide in both fear and confusion. I had initially gotten out of my office to give her the phone since Ivan had it, only to be surprised that she was playing psych on me.To say that I had wanted to test who she was loyal to wouldn’t be a lie. However, I didn’t expect to be disappointed so soon. But then again, what did I expect from a woman who was bound to us by contract and money. She had no loyalty toward any of us, she was here looking for her benefit of money, and that was something that I did not trust or respect.“Alessio…”I chose not to answer her calling my name. It was ridiculous that she believed that she could read me when she just met me, and that simply proved how untrained and unprofessional she was. Having seen Arda go to psychiatrists before, I knew the process, and I knew for fact that no professional psychiatrist would give an