"I guess he was proud of you," Carmencita uttered after Rosana told her about the fight that took place the previous night. They were in the library, as usual, reading books and discussing. "I doubt that. He didn't even stay till the end of the fight. He didn't even care if I got hurt and died afterward, he just left." "But he killed the man that hurt you" Carmencita insisted but she scoffed and continued reading her book. "That does not mean he cares." She replied and continued reading but nothing could get through. She couldn't stop herself from thinking about the man Sergio had killed. The gunshots... "He only killed the man because he left a mark on me. A mark that was not Sergio's." "And what about the reward you mentioned?" Carmencita asked, clueless. If Sergio had rewarded her for the fight, then it only meant he was impressed by her performance. But Rosana didn't believe that. "The reward?" Carmencita nodded in response and she turned to look around. "Um... It was... Not

The maid dashed off and she went ahead to take a seat at the dining table. She felt irritated that the girl called her a Lady. "Her Lady!" She scoffed and shook her head at the title she hated more than anything else. She was a queen, the woman that birthed their King and nothing was going to change that. Not even his so-called wife who was training tirelessly for it. "Your coffee!" Carmencita announced with a smile, breaking into her thoughts. She placed the coffee on the table and turned to leave. "Too hot, make another!" Carmencita halted and turned to look at the cup. She had not even tasted it but already concluded it was too hot. Quietly, she picked up the cup with a smile on her face and walked away. Some minutes later, she returned with another coffee as demanded. "Too cold, take it away!" She did as instructed with a smile on her face and returned with another. This time, Munika tasted it and grimaced. "What is this? Some bitter soup? Take it away this instant and make an

Rosana obeyed and got on her knees. She looked up at him and without waiting for his orders, she unzipped his trouser and pulled out his long shaft. It bounced in front of her and she gasped, her pûssy clenching and throbbing in anticipation. Moving her thumb over the head of his cøck, she spread the pre-cum to all his nerve endings. She stroked him lightly, enjoying how good he felt on her hands. "Good. Now open your mouth. Take it like the good girl you are!" She opened her mouth and did as instructed, taking him deep down her throat. Unable to take all his length, she wrapped her hands around his base, stroking him as she sucked on him. Sergio watched her quietly, enjoying her warm mouth wrapped around him. He bunched up her hair in his hand and shut his eyes, losing himself to the ecstasy of her touch. Rosana went from slow to fast. She was surprised he didn't try to force himself down her throat like he did the first time. He just allowed her to do whatever she wanted, howeve

Rosana had fully recovered and was now back to training. She fought more, learned how to fire a gun quickly and more precisely, and also used other weapons like blades. She was given a little introduction into the Mafia world by Enzo who took his time reading out the codes and conducts, as well as the rules. "No one has broken the rules in years." He told her, puffing out smoke from his mouth and nostrils. "It equals death" Rosana scrunched her nose and shook her head. "Why does everything end in death? They are humans and are bound to make mistakes" "Sorry, My Lady, mistakes are not allowed in this world. You either stick to the rules or die. Painfully" She shook her head and looked around, imagining everyone dying if they made a single mistake. No doubt, Sergio would not waste time ending any of them. He just had to put them in his cell or the freezing room, or the white room. How many more rooms did he have? She wondered. "Is there no other way around it? We do not have to ke

Vicenta stood in the middle of Munika's room, dressed elegantly in a white dress and red heels which clicked on the floor whenever she walked. She had a shapely figure, her waist, tapered. Her crescent-shaped eyebrows stood above languid eyelashes and honey eyes. She looked around the room lazily and stifled a yawn. That was the last place she wanted to be in but she had to act like she cared for the future grandmother of her child. She had learned from one of the maids that Munika had fallen ill and decided to finally pay a visit. "What are you doing here, Vicenta? Should you not be whøring my son?" A tinge of exasperation crept into her face but she smiled all the same, exposing her shiny, halo-white teeth. She had long decided not to be affected by her words and actions. "He is preparing for the introduction tomorrow night, Mammà" "You know nothing other than throwing your legs open for him" Munika spat and walked over to the window. "My son does not prepare for anything or any