I hate people who waste time.
And that is exactly what I have been doing in Milan for the LAST TWO weeks.
Wasting my FUCKING time!!
It was necessary to send a strong message so that no one dares to cross a line.
NO girls, and NO drugs!
Cosa Nostra has always detested all dealings concerning girls and drugs, except for those couple of years when that scumbag of our father was running the mafioso.
But they all need to know that things are different now, that the liberties my father had taken don’t hold anymore. They all need to understand that our ideologies can never be compromised, my rule is the law, and the result of disobedience is my wrath. And my beast howls in agreement.
“You are late!” Avo gives me a loud shout without glancing at me, while still working on his flower bed. I have never seen him talk so loudly. Worried that I have displeased him I start rambling trying to explain what happened. “Yes, yes, sorry for that. I didn’t mean to… I…” I stop explaining myself midsentence and look back at him. “You are teasing me, aren’t you?” I ask Avo, who has abandoned his flower beds and is now standing in front of me with a telling smile. He continues to stare at me with his warm affectionate smiling eyes for a while before he breaks the silence. “You seem better. And not just look better, but you feel better, stronger…… different even.” And I just give a coy smile in response to that. I know I have gained some weight & I don’t look as frail as I use to. But I am guessing Avo is just politely
Oh god! Giovanni is hurt, there is so much blood. How the hell did this happen? “Omerta Run!! Now” Giovanni shouts and that is when the man first realizes that there is someone else there and almost turns back to look at me. Despite bleeding heavily, Giovani uses this distraction to his advantage by climbing on the man’s back. He has both his legs wrapped around the man’s neck and is trying to strangle the invader with his legs. But the man is fast, he pushes himself back to get rid of Giovanni, falling on the ground on his back. Resulting in all his weight & impact of the fall getting anchored on Giovanni, who takes another hit on his already bleeding back & ribs. Luckily, Giovanni is fast as well, and despite the fall he quickly rolls over changing their positions, now he is sitting on top of the man’s chest. The new position gives him more control of the fight, and without wasting any time he lands some very impactful skull shattering punches on th
My training starts today. I can’t say how I feel about it, I have never been a fan of physical force, but since I am now living with the Agostis, I more than ever need to know how to protect myself. If I am being honest, the ‘protect myself’ bit won’t be happening anytime soon, all I want to do is ensure that I do not put others in danger in any event. I do want to know how to defend myself, but I know it will take a while since I have never been involved with any physical activity before. I am not worried about the training, I will work through it, it is the trainer that concerns me. And speaking of the trainer, I do not want to be late on my first day. I am supposed to train before others, it’s already 3:45 am, good thing I am 15min early. There is no one when I enter the training ground, so I start stretching my body knowing the basics from the gym at school. As I bend down to touch my toes stretching my calves & thighs in the process, I make a note to
I reach out for the water, and just when my fingertips graze the water surface, I hear an earth-shattering howl. And even before I turn to see where it is coming from, I somehow know that it’s Luci, the large wolf-like dog I met the other day. I know that howl. “Omerta, Omerta. Wake up, girl. You are so dead tired, you slept on the ground.” I am barely able to focus on what Giovanni is saying. “I have been looking for you everywhere, you had me worried. Come on sleepyhead get up, it’s already time for dinner soon. Wake up.” I open my eyes reluctantly, trying to adjust to the twilight sun. As I focus my vision, I am a little confused, I was just at Lake Pergusa a few seconds ago, wasn’t I? But here I am still lying on the ground near the forest, on Agosti's estate. Was all that a dream? But it felt so real, it was definitely, real? “Come on get up, Avo has called us for dinner?” Giovanni said while offeri
I should feel great, ecstatic even.I am clad in a piece of art for a dress, embellished with perfect hair and makeup, attending a celebration in my honor.Who wouldn't be happy? I should be delighted. Instead, I feel skittish.A little over a month ago, I would not have even dreamed of this scenario in my dreams. The girl who has worn hand-me-downs all her life, and the only party I ever attended was the one where I was given away, sold off. Life surely has taken a bizarre turn, I think looking at the people Avo is introducing me to. I am grateful for the Agostis to accept me, to find people who have only showered respect and care in the last month. But right now I am all nerves, uneasy with all attention. The fact that most people have been looking at me with pure contempt doesn't help either. Being the only girl standing with the Agosti inner circle, which comprises only of men, doesn't make you Ms. Congeniality. I can't forget the look on their f
Lucifer A woman undressing is a turn-on, helping one undress is even more so. But what about robing one, instead of disrobing her? I could have never imagined in a million years that zipping one up will be as arousing as zipping her down. My cock had responded at the first sight of her bare flesh. Call me a pervert, but the little preview of her delectable ass had me salivating. Though my intentions were fairly gentlemanly when I had pulled her aside to cover her up, take her away from those pryin
He is a monster!!How dare he talk to me like that? What did he say that I wanted his attention? But he was the one who kissed me. How could he?I hate him! I just hate him. But I hate myself more for being so vulnerable, for believing in that moment, for letting my emotions get to me, and for not saying anything when he was standing there insulting me.I am furious about that, letting him demean me and not answering him back. I don’t want to be that girl again, who ends up becoming everyone’s punching bag.Also, I know I am not at fault, and I will not take the blame for this. He has no right to talk to me like this.I am furious, and I know I will not be at peace till I do not confront him. It’s decided then, I am not going back to my room, till I give him peace of my mind.I start walking in the direction in which he had gone, towards the forest. It’s surely not safe at this time
I am lying flat on the ground, with my face a couple of inches away from the brown animal, his brown eyes staring into my green ones. Everything and everyone is still. It is oddly quiet, the silence of the night only broken by a terrifying howl.My eyes open into the morning light. Was I dreaming? No, I was not dreaming. I was recalling the events of last night.It was all real, all of it. The inhuman physical strength, the murders, and the transformation...They are werewolves.There I said it. Not that saying it makes it any better or believable. This is just so hard to believe. These things do not exist in real life. There is a reason it is called fantasy.I am a bag of mixed emotions. Terrified; confused and, more than anything else, I am hugely fascinated.After all, whatever I know about werewolves is from the teen novels and movies.I know after last night that they do not