THE RESCUEMasters Randall was neither a superstitious man by nature nor a religious one per se. But today of all days did not feel right. He could not tell what was making him uneasy but he was sure something was amiss.He had not spoken to his daughter in days now and he was worried about what shit show she may have started behind his back. He had failed that daughter of his and there was nothing he could do to change that.This morning when he had called Martha on his phone, there was no answer. That gave him his first reason to be concerned. Martha always answered his call no matter where she was or what she was doing.The second person she answered like that was her grandson. So what was the reason why La Matrona of the Consortium refused to pick up the phone?Had Priscilla run her mouth again? There were so many questions going through his old mind he did not know which one to answer.Masters had spent the night in his study with a cup of scotch and a Cuban cigar, his head tingl
147. IS THIS THE END?Suicide and Chrome were both exhausted from their ongoing combat with this huge guy. They had wanted to go after Matteo as he was carrying his wife's unconscious form away.It was the sound of the gunshot that made them realize just how deeply they were fucked. They saw Nicholas, his face already white from blood loss holding his severely bleeding crotch, twitching and jerking involuntarily in pain.Suicide and Chrome realized to their horror that Nicholas was never going to have sex again. They both turned and ran after Matteo only to be blocked by a giant they had not even heard coming.Suicide brought out a wicked-looking jack knife, military-grade, while Chrome had on a pure gold knuckle duster on his right fist and a shining silver one on his left fist.Black Hound knew that both men were a package deal. He had done a quick reading of their bio-data to have a feel for how they both operated.Suicide would attack first with a knife from a flank and Chrome wou
Diana Ross jumped at the sudden sound of the door flying open.Her neck length hair vibrated and her night dress wrinkled at the action. Her heart rose and fell heavily as she stared at the man who stood in the doorway. He was both scary and inviting. His body was the definition of a sexy man. Matteo Armani walked into the dimly lit room and stopped before his wife. He was shirtless, with the sleek body of an underwear model. He was tall like every woman's dream and his handsome face made heads turn each time he passed. Maybe it was because of his deep blue eyes; or it was the sharpness of his jawline. It could have also been because of the beautiful curls that fell over his forehead. He brought his hands to her cheeks and kept it there.Diana let out a shiver. She was a small woman compared to her husband. Yet her body was curvy at the right places. Her jade blue eyes were one of her greatest assets. It made her stand out from the rest of the women out there and her kind nature mad
Diana Ross was prepared to remain on the floor and cry away her sorrows forever. Unfortunately, she could not do that. This was because of the fear she had for her husband. She did not want Matteo to catch her crying. He would scold her. He would also bully her and probably threaten to go on a trip for months; therefore abandoning her alone in the house. She did not think she could handle any of that; in the state that she was in.Suddenly, her phone rang.This startled her as she was not expecting any calls at the odd hour. She never really expected calls. Her mother had refused to speak with her. Matteo would not let her talk freely with anyone either. He was that possessive of her. There was only one person though, who had the guts to call her whenever she wanted. That person feared no one.The phone was by the bedside table. Diana placed her hand on the table and felt around for it until she found it. She checked the caller ID and widened her eyes. She was right. It really was
Diana trembled on the floor.She stared into nothingness as she was still in shock from what had just happened to her. She was still on the floor where her supposed husband had left her. Her back was on the tiled floor and the cold sipped into her naked body.Her nightdress was beyond ruined. Her hands were sprawled on the floor. Her legs still vibrated like crazy. Lone tears escaped her eyes. They were no longer flowing down like before. She had already cried her eyes down.Diana was finding it hard to believe that Matteo had done this to her. He was once sweet. He once made the world worth living. He promised to conquer the world and give it to her as a gift and she had believed it all.Where was that gift now?Where was the world he promised?Where was the sweetness? The love?Her lips started trembling again. They had gone pale from crying and she felt a fresh batch of tears coming again. She felt too hurt. Diana felt broken. Matteo had crossed the line today. He had hurt her mor
The Haven was a place for everyone.Playboys, gigolos, casual flings and so on. It was also a celebrity Hotspot and most days it was filled with paparazzi pretending to be customers.The Haven served as a restaurant by day and night club by night. It was placed at the top of the trend. It was where scandals were made and secret affairs were created.An attractive woman took her seat in a more private section of the club. There was only one sofa and a round glass table. The lights in the club kept switching from blue to purple; as if to compliment her personality. Her fashion sense screamed socialite and influencer. It was a simple red dress that hugged her body and showed off her curves. Every man that walked past her table almost always looked twice in her direction.Maria Jones' Twitter handle had over a million followers but for a socialite, she lived a very private life. She was happy with having only a few friends and Diana was the only friend that mattered the most.It was quite
Armani was a name that carried power in the billionaire society.The first thing the Armani Family was known for was outstanding business records and achievements, the second thing was ruthlessness.Its golden son, Matteo was responsible for all the wealth they had acquired at such an early age. As a result, Matteo grew up into the playboy that he was since there were many women at his disposal. He believed that all the women could never turn him down. They needed his money and his fame.Which was why the lawyer's call left him shocked. Diana of all people was the one who needed him the most. Her father had been desperate and had begged that he went through with the marriage three years ago when he tried to back off.Matteo had seen the determination in Diana's eyes when she demanded a divorce. He was still going through a hangover from yesterday night so he did not pay much attention to her.Matteo had used fear as a tool to make Diana submissive throughout their marriage. Yet today,
Matteo declined the call from his family's lawyer.He wanted to be alone. All of a sudden, Lexi was not appealing to him anymore. Just the sight of her nakedness disgusted him.Lexi noticed the sudden change in his mood. She knew better than to tease him. Knowing Matteo, he could snap at her. She pouted her lips as she knew their sex game was over. Then she graciously waltzed to his office to get dressed.Matteo did not understand the action. He thought Lexi was about to lure him into another game."Playtime is over Lexi. Something came up, you have to leave," he stated firmly. The pussy juice still masked his face. He probably looked ridiculous, he thought to himself.Lexi who was now fully dressed; walked toward him and gave him a sensual hug. She gently caressed his face as she inspected her wet work. She gave him her designer handkerchief to wipe his face with. She remained in the hug for a while.He forced himself to be patient. Although, slutty little Lexi did not realize that