"LET ME GO". A middle aged man groaned as he was being pulled down the stairs by two hefty men along with his wife. One held his left hand, while the other held his right as they dragged his body down the stairs.
"Please let me go". His wife screamed as one of the men grasped her hair from behind and forced her to go downstairs. "Where are you taking me to?". She asked, struggling to pull her hair from his grasp with her two hands while she was being pushed downstairs. "I will call the cops if you don't let me go". The woman screamed but they acted cold towards her and continued hauling her downstairs. The two couples struggled as they were being forced downstairs to the spacious sitting room before being pushed to the ground. "Ahhh!". His wife yelled when she landed on her stomach painfully. She was in her middle age and her body was too weak to be experiencing this pain. She screamed as her hair was yanked up and her two hands were forced to her back then tied by a strong rope by two men before she was left to stand on her knees. The woman was shivering in fear and sweat was building up in her body, she tried to stand on her feet to run but a gun was planted at the side of her head which made her frozen at that spot. "Get up and I will shoot you". One of the men who had pressed the gun against her head threatened and out of fear she didn't dare to make a move. She sobbed as she knelt there in silence, watching the commotion before her. She didn't know what was going on, all she knew was her and her husband were trying to have a nice sleep at night until their peaceful home was invaded and they were being dragged down from their room to the sitting room. The moment the man was being pushed to the ground, his two hands landed on the ground to avoid his body from hitting the cold surface. His body trembled when his gaze met with a pair of a well polished black shoe and the only person he knew that wore this expensive shoe was his master. Slowly, he lifted his eyes with his head still down just to confirm who the person sitting on his coach was. No one had ever dared to invade his mansion and whoever did try must be fearless because he had a lot of men protecting his building with an electric fence that could avoid anyone from touching the gate. The man's heart skipped and his eyes widened when his gaze met with Leonardo Dario Domenico, one of the most wanted, young and dangerous Mafia in Italy. A twenty nine years man who had murdered a hundreds of people and slaved a thousands of people’s wife and daughters in his sex club room. Of course, he is the owner of the club, named ndrangheta, which is also known as one of the dangerous and powerful criminal organizations in Italy. It was a dungeon of pleasure and torture where both men and women who had crossed his line are being taken there to be tortured sexually to death. It was more like a pimp job he does because horny men and women come there to seek pleasure from his sex club room. Leonardo was a dangerous man, rare and hard to catch. He is mostly feared by a lot of people, only his story and rumor about him was enough to scare people away. He deals on drugs and owns a sex club meant to torture his enemies. This same man was his master, the man he had worked for five years, now sitting in front of him like a king on the coach, in his own house while he was at his feet. He was seated comfortably with one leg crossed on the other, in a black pants and a collared white shirt which tightly showed off his bicep. Four bottoms of his shirt were left unbuttoned and wide open which exposed the tattoo designed all over his chest, down to his waist. It was a tattoo of an eagle, whole wigs were spread wide to cover his full shirt. His dark straight hair was neatly glued to the back and grazing his shoulder while a strand of long hair fell across the side of his handsome face. His brown sparkling eyes were spellbinding and could make anyone's body weaken just by staring at it. He had natural pink full lips and his nose and jawline were perfectly smooth and straight which made him look extremely elegant. Sango was scared that his master must have found the real reason why he had retired to work as one of his henchmen. Beads of sweat formed in his head while his heart pounded fast and deep against his chest. "Quanto ti ha dato?". The devilish man asked in his cold Italian accent. His voice was so deep and void with no emotion as he stared deadly into the poor man's eyes. In English he was asking the man "How much did he give you?"."What...what are you talking about?". The man asked, stuttering and pretending as if he didn't hear him clearly. Leonardo knew that Sango, his ex-henchmen, heard him well but he just had to repeat his statement again just to be sure Sango wasn't trying to divert from his question. "How much did he give you?". He asked again. "Who?"The man asked as if he didn't know what he was talking about. Leonardo clenched his hand into a strong fist that the muscles in his arm began to contract through his sleeve indicating how angry he was at the greedy man, Sango Angelo. "You traitor". He gritted his teeth in rage, his chest rising and falling in rapid breath as he remembered how his secret warehouse was invaded unknowingly. He wasn't alert, nor was he present at that moment because he knew nobody knew about his secret warehouse except for his henchmen. He knew one of them must have given out the location and he was finding it hard to believe that one of his trusted men could share his se
Leonardo's face lit up to see who that person was. It was a young lady standing at the stairs, Sango's spoiled little daughter whom he despised so much. She was cladded on a knee-length white nightgown and was looking dazzled by the sight in front of her. Her red hair cascaded down to her waist while her beautiful face was looking so innocent and filled with so much confusion. Sango quickly turned his head to the stairs when he recognized the voice of his daughter. She had been in her room sleeping peacefully that she didn't know when her parents were forced down here. Nobody knew she was at home and that 's why they didn't bother to check her room. "Run Gianna, Run and go lock yourself in your room now!!!". He yelled in a warning tone and immediately, the girl picked up her pace and ran into her room.At first, Leonardo had no interest in his daughter but seeing how precious she was to him, he is going to use her to make him confess the truth. As a mafia, he uses people's weakn
"Bring her here", Leonardo ordered and his men nodded in response. "Sango do something",Francesca yelled as she watched one of Leonardo's men, grasped Gianna’s forearm and pulled her up on her feet. Gianna screamed," Let me go please". She tried to put on a feeble fight to stop them from hauling her towards Leonardo but the hefty man was way too stronger than her. The man lunged her forward then released her and let her fall down flat on Leonardo's feet. Gianna glanced up at Leonardo with fear controlling her whole body alongside with a new sensation that sent shock waves straight down to her pussy. She was admiring the young man in front of her and not just any man but the man who had also invaded their home without any alert. "Who are you?", She whispered, still staring at Leonardo who stared back at her with disgust in his eyes, all he could see was Sango's betrayer. "Who is he dad?", She asked, then turned her head to face her father who was kneeling behind her. Leonardo
"Rocco Ricardo, he was the man behind everything. He paid me five million to send him the location of the secret warehouse. I tried to resist but I couldn't because I had a lot of bills to pay and I just can’t", Sango blunted out. Leonardo clenched his fist on Gianna’s neck so tightly, how could Sango do this to him, even when he knew Rocco Ricardo is his greatest enemy whom he hated so much. The man who killed his own father just to be the next Don. Why could Sango do this to him? Leonardo released his hand on Gianna's neck and pushed her to the ground. She gasped out for air immediately she was released, caressing her neck just to ease the pain. They were clearly imprints of Leonardo's brutal hands against her neck. "I will make sure you pay for this", She yelled and Leonardo lowered his face, down to hers. "Devil's don't pay for their sins kitten", He says. "They make people pay for it", Leonardo concluded before he sat up on the coach. "We gave you what you want now let us
"Can you suck my cock?". Leonardo asked again after five minutes of intense silence. He was giving the girl enough time to think of it but as she didn’t utter a word he had to repeat his question again.Gianna looked at her helpless father then back at Leonardo who had a devilish smirk spread across his lips. "I would do anything to save my dad, so yes",She responded and Leonardo was indeed shocked. How could a girl accept to do such a dirty act in front of her parents? "Gia", Francesca called out to Gianna. Gianna ignored her callings while her father, Sango knelt there frozen on his knees. ‘My daughter won't do that’, Sango thought as he watched what was being displayed in his view. Leonardo averted his gaze to the man holding Gianna,"Let her come to me". He said and immediately, she was released. He parted his leg open, allowing her to come in between his legs as she approached him. Gianna slid onto her knees in-between his open legs. She placed her shaky hands on her lap and
"Let my daughter go please, she is innocent", Francesca begged, her heart beating rapidly in fear. She was so ashamed that she couldn't do anything to save her daughter. "Please just kill me and leave my daughter alone", She cried out, tears gushing out from her red eyes. She was in pain and couldn't bear watch her only daughter being sexually harassed in front of her. Leonardo ignored their pleads as he turned to face Gianna who was bent down on the coach with her pussy leaking out her juice. He licked his two middle fingers and slid his hand between her thighs. She let out a breathless moan as she felt his strong hand swirling around her clit till her legs began shaking. Gianna keened pleasure, her back arching as he rubbed her clit. Leonardo slid his finger back and forth between her lips that she couldn't hold back anymore. She moaned out in pleasure as he added more pressure. "Ahhh...oh..oh my god..." "Your slutty daughter loves what I'm doing to her '', He stated the ob
A young lady was seen, standing close to a glassy window as she looked out the night view of the busy street of Italy. It's been two years now that she and her family had moved here and she still couldn't stop admiring the beauty of the street through her window. It has turned out to be a habit to her whenever she is bored or expecting someone, she would just get busy staring at the busy road. Her name is Isabella Laurenza, and she is an African-American. She is a eighteen-year-old lady with dark skin and short black hair that cascaded over her upper shoulder. Her features are accentuated by her sharp brows, enchanting brown eyes, and small pink lips. Her short, brown, afro-styled hair perfectly framed her oval face. She is endowed in both areas, giving her the appearance of being chubby whilst still being beautiful. As she looked out the window, her dark skin seemed to glow in the sunlight. She took in a deep breath, closing her eyes as she inhaled the scent of the freshly baked pa
"Oh no!". Isabella gasped as she kicked her phone to the ground and jumped down from the bed, frantically searching for her underwear around the corner. She found her panties on the ground and quickly wore it with her heart pounding rapidly as the sounds of their footsteps kept getting closer to her room. "Isabella are you okay?", Isaiah asked worriedly as the phone screen was blank and he could barely see a thing. "Fuck!", Isabella cussed as she grabbed her skirt from the ground, struggling to pull it up to her waist but Immediately, her room door opened and Bianca came in. She tugged her skirt up to her waist then sat down on her bed, trying to keep a straight face as if nothing happened. "Isabella", Isaiah called again and Isabella groaned when she heard his voice. She had forgotten to end the call. Isabella hurriedly reached down for her phone then hung up the call before turning to face Bianca who was standing at the door. "Hey Bianca, what are you doing here?", Isabella as