Rosalie
I never really went off to sleep. I simply did what sleeping people do, taking deep, consistent breaths, moving to get comfortable, and sighing.I’ve observed enough sleeping people to know how to copy them.So, when Felix falls asleep, I wake up and gingerly step out of bed, my heart beating like a grinder on full power. My one fear? He shouldn’t hear how nervous I am.I reach his bedside table and grab his phone, holding it against his sleeping face to unlock it. I risk waking him up — but he stays still, and with a sigh of relief, I start scanning the apps.My fingertips fly across the keys as random letters light up the screen.I’m looking through Felix’s phone for hidden cameras or other surveillance systems he might have set up around the house.I have to shut them down so I can’t be identified once I get what I need and run the fuck away from here.After a few minutes of deep rummaging — thankfully without incident — I turn off all the cameras and let myself relax a little without its watchful glare.I decide to search deeper, so I tiptoe out of his room and walk down the hallway.I open door after door. Finally, I found the study. This has to be where Felix stores all his secrets.The walls are covered with documents, with shelf after shelf full of books in various languages. My stomach turns as I take it all in — this is too much for me.Where should I even begin?There’s very little time and so much to do. I take a deep breath and force myself to focus.I know I need to hack into Felix’s computer. Sitting in front of the desk, I open up the laptop and begin what I must do.But, to do this, I need to call them.I grab my phone and use an encrypted number to call Incognito.“Long time,” she says as she picks up.I don’t know who she is, and the truth is, I never will.That’s how this anonymous hacking group works - a group of women, or perhaps a sole vigilante, teaching and guiding other women in need.No one knows about them, and you don’t choose them. They choose you.They chose me.Rule number one - they call you.I never asked how they knew to call me when I ran for my life from New York, for rule number two was simpler - you never ask or speak of the what, when, where, how, or why.It was a code of silence so intact that after all the help I got from them, I’d never want to dishonor it.“Hi,” I whisper. “I need your help hacking into a very secure system. Operations.”“Why?”“It’s for my safety. I wouldn’t ask the Illuminati if I didn’t believe it to be life.“Safety comes first,” she says. “Describe the computer.”I whisper all the details I can find. Where the master server is located, the model and make of the computer, the port placements, and the IP address.“Good,” she says in her monotone. “Run the port scan till you identify which services are running. Check if they are open to attack.”“I found one,” I gasp.“Which one?” she asks.“The SSH server.”“Go with the brutal attack. Fire up Ncrack and attack the SSH. That will be your entry point.”She waits silently while I follow her instructions word for word.Within half an hour, I have all the pieces arranged in front of me - parts of code, command lines, IPs.I enter them into the computer and wait as the screen flickers and then turns blue.“Give it time,” I say, not knowing what to do. “Please, give it time.” There’s so much at stake if I fail now. My safety, and perhaps life, rests on getting those route files for Redneck at my heels.“Yes,” I whisper shakily. “Yes.”She cuts the call.Once I’m in, I start my deep search through the file system and all the directories, trying to find anything that may interest me.I’m blown away by how much information is stored in Felix’s computer and confused. Look for a sign.Then, I see it. Images of graphs. Geographical graphs. That has to be it!My heart is racing now as adrenaline courses through my veins. Taking a USB stick from my pocket, I start downloading Felix’s most important files onto it.As soon as that is done, I pull out an extra memory card from my bag and copy them onto there, too — just in case anything goes wrong with the first storage device.Now that both copies are safe on backup devices, they’re ready for me to take away with me when I make my escape — which won’t be long now...Except, I come across a photograph. Felix, laughing amidst a group of children. Who were these kids?If photos could speak, I’d ask them so many questions. But alas, they do not.The kids look ... like they come from backgrounds different than ours. Their clothes are dirty, some with rags in them.They look impoverished. What was Felix’s role in this? Then I find receipts. Donations to orphanages. Large amounts beyond my comprehension.My dynamic with Felix is getting more and more complicated. The more I get to know him, the less I want to hurt him.Am I hurting him if I go through with this?Yes.What other option do I have?"Hai sempre delle opzioni, Rosalia," my mother used to say to me.You always have options.But in this case, with Redneck George in on my secret getaway, do I still have an option? What would that even look like?I sigh and flick the USB stick through my fingers, over and over and over again, lost in thought.I could run away again and go to a different state entirely. Find a new passport, maybe leave the country.I could join Incognito, find out where they are, and hideout somewhere with some of those girls.After all, there’s always rule number three - once you’re in, you’re always in.That’s it. I’ve decided. Doing the right thing is always harder, but it’s the right thing.Felix Carlisi has been nothing less than a gentleman to me.RosalieEven now, while I think of him, I find a little quiver down the bridge of my nose, remembering how sweetly he’d kissed me last night.I don’t need to make enemies of those who have been nothing but a friend.With that in mind, I sigh and leave the USD stick and memory card on the table. As an unspoken apology for what I was about to do.Now, I need to get the fuck out of here and away from Illinois before George starts looking for me or Felix discovers who I am.I get up from the chair, grab my phone and turn around only to find myself staring at the most handsome and, by far, angriest man I’ve ever seen.“Felix,” I whisper. My voice trails off. Say something, I tell myself, but I can’t form thoughts or words.He remains quiet. His dark, almost black eyes are a bottomless pit of mysterious rage.“Please, let me explain,” I begin, but I don’t know what to say.He doesn’t say anything but steps closer to me, his body language exuding anger and frustration.I can feel his breath
Felix She's walking away from me in that black leather skirt, and all I can do is yell out to her, and beg her to come back because I need to feel her flesh against mine.She turns around at last, but her face is distorted...ugly.I wake up in cold sweat. It's the same dream again that wakes me with a gasp.The fear that had slowly built up inside me while I slept suddenly erupts, and I find myself shaking uncontrollably, my heart pounding faster than ever.I try desperately to understand what happened and focus on the facts.It wasn't Emily who tried to take something from me - it was someone else entirely. Someone wanted revenge on me for some unknown reason.But it doesn't comfort me. Even the facts, at this point, could be conjecture.My thoughts quickly return to her betrayal as I step out of bed and paces around like a caged animal.I wish for the time to move faster so she thinks she's safe enough to return. So I can grab her and hold her hostage and finally ask the questions
RosalieFor now, I convince Rodriguez, the White Rabbit’s owner, to hire another girl behind the bar.All it takes is to say I have Covid, and he’s quarantined me in my room.I know it’s a lie, and I can’t hold this up forever, but what other choice do I have?If I work at the bar, he’s bound to find and kill me. If I leave, where do I go? I need a plan.To set a plan in motion, I need a new phone and a way to escape from Illinois by finding the next place to head to while ensuring Felix doesn’t see me around.So, as my quarantine ends, I muster up the courage and leave my room at The White Rabbit well past 3am.The bar downstairs is closed and locked. I make sure to check before I exit my room.What next? Find the nearest 7-11.I stole a girl’s ID card from the bars’ lost and found and forged it with my photograph.Emily Jackson will be dead from this day forward since Redneck is ready to hunt her down to the ends of the earth.As for what name I’ll take? I’ll have to figure it out o
FelixI walk through the forest to clear my head. It’s been a busy and tiring night.When I became Don, I had promised one thing - change.We would be doing things around here differently, and when I heard through the grapevine that my men picked up a small laundromat owner for not paying back the ten grand he borrowed from us and planned on takinghim to our spot in the forest for some ‘sprucing up’ which is our code word for beat the living crap out of him, I lost it.I got in my car and circumvented their violent plansI found them, and before I could think twice, I broke through the bushes and stormed into the clearing“What is going on here?” I shouted in a rage. “What do you people think you’re doing?”..The poor man’s face had contorted with surprise when he saw me, and he couldn’t have been more grateful to have found an escape.To prove how serious I was about change, I gave the man a year to repay the loan and shorted the interest rate to 9% - a rarity in our world.“I’ll dea
EmilyI wake up, and the room is pitch black.It takes me a few seconds to remember where I am. The memories from last night flood back, and I realize I’m in Felix’s guest room.My body aches a little from Redneck’s rough hands that had taken brutal hold of me, but it is quickly forgotten as my mind drifts back to Felix’s warm embrace.His tender kiss had melted away all the fear and anxiety that had welled within me since the night began.The security Felix had given me by offering me a place to stay for the night filled me with unexplainable joy.He was so different from everything else I’d experienced in life, so caring and gentle.Butterflies flutter in my stomach at the thought of him, and I smile slightly at my foolishness.Like this would ever work. A Battaglia and a Carlisi?Not to forget, all those people hunting me ...But what is this, if not fate?Perhaps it is destino ... destiny ... fate.After all, he was the last thought playing on my mind when Redneck had his gun draw
FelixAs I carry her to my room, I catch a whiff of that lavender again. I don’t know if she guessed that I purposely turned everything in the bathroom into lavender.The soap, the hand wash, the lotion.I can’t wait to take her dress off and taste it all over her. I know she’s used it.I open the door and kick it shut behind me. I want to throw her on the bed, but I remember the bruises and instead lay her down on it.Her arms reach for my neck, and she pulls me closer to herself, kissing me tenderly. I turn it passionate.Our tongues dance with each other as I slide my hands under her dress, feeling her smooth skin underneath.I gently lift it off of her. She moans into my mouth as my fingers trail up her thighs and reache the edge of her panties.I break away from our kiss and look into her eyes, seeing my desire and need mirrored. I trail kisses down her neck, nipping at the sensitive skin until I reach the swell of her breasts.I flick my tongue over the fabric of her bra, feelin
EmilyI don’t know what Felix wants to talk about, but as I sit on the coffee table counter, watching him bring me coffee, I don’t believe I can focus on what he has to say.He’s still shirtless, and those abs ... how had I never noticed them before?Probably because I was too busy fucking him.He close to me and puts the cup down. “There you go,” he says, his finger gently touching mine.“Thanks.”I take a sip. It’s perfect. Just like me.“Well,” he begins, his voice bringing me back to the conversation.“I wanted to talk about something important.”“Okay ...” I respond, trying my best to control my racing heart.His face is serious, his eyes looking into mine as though he’s contemplating something based on being able to hear my thoughts.I wait for him to speak, but he doesn’t. Not for what feels like an eternity, at least.Unable to handle it any longer, I try and break the tension with a joke:“You need a passport if you want to go on this journey with me.”He stares at me in di
FelixAs I drill into her, her waist in the palms of my hand, her ass moving in waves while my dick attacks her full throttle, I want to show her who’s boss.Our bodies are slick with sweat, our pants harsh against each other’s ears as I drive into her with a feral hunger, I can barely contain, my balls slapping against her ass while I devour her body and soul.I pump faster and faster. The only sound resonating is our heavy panting and skin against skin.I bend forward, grab her hair in my fist, and pull her neck back so her body is arched like a kitten’s.“You really are trouble, aren’t you, Emily?” I ask her.“You like it dirty, huh?” she says, turning her face at an angle where I can see her bite her lip.“Oh, you have no idea,” I whisper, sliding my hands up to her breasts and squeezing them gently before thrusting.I find a steady pace, controlling, and calculative. I know how women cum, and this one...I want her to fucking cum, and cum, and cum again. I want to please her like