Lucretia swallowed hard as her hands began to tremble. She had begged for this, but now it was being offered to her, she wasn't sure she wanted to take it—she wasn't even sure of anything. "I...," She began, her voice faltering. He was no longer looking at her. His eyes were fixed on the road while his hands gripped the steering wheel with such force his knuckles turned white and his veins stood out against the dark ink of his tattoos. His face remained void of emotions but she could see the vein ticking in his jaw. For the second time, she opened her mouth to speak but words couldn't flow out. He was giving her what she wanted. He was shutting her out and left no room for any sort of conversation. Sparing one last glance in his direction, she felt her heart break as she stepped out of the car. The door closed behind her with a soft click and there was no moment of hesitation as he revved the engine and drove away. She stood there, rooted to the spot as her body began to shake. S
NEXT MORNING~Rosana stirred, her blonde hair tousled from sleep. As she sat up in bed, she ran her delicate hands through the tangles, smoothing them into place. Her belly, which was now swollen and round, rose and fell gently as she breathed. It was a reminder of the two lives growing within her. At the bedroom door, Sergio leaned against the frame, watching her with a tender smile. She was radiant and breathtaking, her skin aglow with the vitality of motherhood. Her eyes remained distant, as she traced gentle circles on the curve of her belly. "Good morning," Sergio said softly, stepping into the room. "You're looking particularly beautiful today, Amore Mio"Rosana turned her head towards him, her eyes meeting his with a flicker of acknowledgment. "Good morning," she replied, her voice gentle but somehow distracted."Everything okay?" "It's nothing" She replied with a light voice, but there was a hint of something deeper beneath the surface.Sergio approached her, his gaze searc
Sergio stalked down the hallways of his mansion, his face a mask of steel. He arrived at her suite and paused outside the door, knowing she was hiding in there. She had been hiding for some time and finally, her time was up. Turning the knob, he pushed the door open and walked inside, his eyes cold and hard. She was seated in a plush chair but when she saw him, she stood up immediately, her eyes widening in fear "Figlio..." Munika began, her voice quavering. [Son...]Sergio took a few steps towards her, his face unreadable. He didn't say a word, but his eyes spoke volumes. He knew she was hiding something, and intended to find out what it was. "I... I" She could feel the cold sweat dripping down her back, and her hands were trembling so hard. What did Vicenta say to him? He could only be there for one reason. "I did not mean for things to turn out that way," she rushed out even without him saying a word. "I only wanted what was best for you, for our family."Sergio's eyes narrowed.
Beneath the glitz and glamour, there was a darker undercurrent. Jealousy and greed simmered beneath the surface as the guests eyed each other warily, their smiles hiding daggers. Their every move was calculated, their every word carefully chosen, for they knew better than to cross the man who stood at the center of it all—the Mafia Lord. A single look from him could spell fortune or ruin, and everyone knew it.As the hours passed, Rosana began to show signs of exhaustion, her smile faltering as she fought to stay awake. Sergio noticed that and called for the night to come to an end. As the guests filed out of the ballroom, he helped her back up the staircase, his concern for her well-being evident in his every gesture."Are you alright, Bambolina?" She collapsed on the bed, her eyes closing in relief as the weight of the evening's events finally caught up with her. "Yes, perfect even. I enjoyed the evening"Sergio began undressing her. "Your parents refused to spend the night in the
ONE MONTH LATER•••A sleek black Maserati pulled up to the entrance of the clubhouse, its polished exterior glinting under the pulsating neon lights. The engine purred before falling silent, and the crowd gathered outside couldn't help but stare as the driver's door opened.Enzo emerged, his well-tailored suit clinging to his muscular frame and hinting at the raw strength beneath the refined exterior. His presence commanded attention, the air around him crackling with an energy that was both dangerous and alluring.As he strode towards the entrance, the murmurs began. "It's him... he's back..." Eyes widened in admiration as they took in his new look. His skin was adorned with intricate new tattoos, snaking their way up his arms and neck, adding an edgy appeal to his already devastating charisma.He entered the dimly lit club, the pulsating music and sensual atmosphere a fitting backdrop for his return. He had left for an operation in the other territories but now, he was back.Without
She gulped hard and started unhooking the front of her corset. The satin material fell away revealing her full bre@sts and hard nîpples against her delicate skin. Enzo let out a low groan and fisted his hand in his lap. She was surprised he didn't try to forcefully claim her like she craved. "Do you want to touch me?" she whispered, her voice barely audible above the music.Enzo's breathing quickened as the last remaining shred of his self-control frayed, threatening to snap. "I hate question and answer sessions""If you do not answer, I might as well leave""Bossy, are we?""Do you want to touch me?""F*ck yes," He replied through gritted teeth and she smirked."It will cost you" Again, he pulled out another bundle of cash and slammed it on the table. He hated that he had to play her games and be gentlemanly, but at the same time, it was fun. Immediately the money landed on the table, Lucretia didn't hesitate to grab his hands and place it on her aching bre@sts. His touch was gentl
NEXT MORNING•••Nestled in the serene outskirts of the city, the house stood tall and was a sight to behold. It was a blend of contemporary architecture and classic charm, offering a beautiful sight with its sun-kissed brick facade, expansive windows, and ivy-laden walls.Indeed, that was a good place for a fresh start."This is beautiful. If I were you, I would never leave this place" Rosana said to Carmencita as she took in the stately manor. They had just arrived at the Mistress's house but were still inside the car."Yes, it is, I can not thank you and Sergio enough." She paused briefly and drew in a shaky breath. "But I still think this is a bad idea. Vicenta is unwell and could harm you""You have said that a thousand times now, haven't you?""I know but I am worried. She would not look at me without screaming and throwing things at me. If she does the same to you, you will get hurt and it might affect the child you are carrying. Please, dear child, you have to reconsider."Rosa
"Do not speak to her that way, she is your mother!""She is not my mother!" She spat, her lips curled in disgust. Her words, once again pierced Carmencita's soul and she stumbled backward as though a physical blow was delivered straight to her chest. After all those years, it still struck hard each time she faced her onslaught of resentment. "You think you know everything, do you not? You have no fucking idea what I have been through or how I survived. You know nothing about me!""Please, My Lady, let us leave...""And now, she wants to run. Yes, go ahead. F*cking run, Carmencita!"The elderly woman squeezed her eyes shut and finally turned back to look at her with tears in her eyes. "I am not running away from you, I would never!""Now, she is back to acting as a fucking saint when she is not. I do not need any of your sympathy, and I certainly do not need you here. Now, leave, run away, and never come back""Vicenta, I know we made mistakes in the past," Carmencita admitted as mor