Destroy It!
Dahlia’s eyes shot open and she jolted upright, sweat and tears glistening on her face. Her breath came in ragged gasps as she tried to calm herself down. “It was just a dream…” she whispered to herself, desperately wishing that the horrifying ordeal she had imagined was not real. But as she tentatively moved her body, she winced in pain, the ache confirming that her physical wounds were all too real.
Gazing to her side, she noticed a girl with wide, curious eyes staring at her in surprise. The girl explained that she had been treating Dahlia’s wounds when she suddenly woke up, startling her. Concern etched across her face as she asked if Dahlia was okay.
Groaning, Dahlia slowly lowered herself back down. “Where am I?” she muttered, the fog of confusion clouding her mind.
“In the maid’s room,” the girl replied gently. “You passed out earlier at the arena, so the boss asked me to tend to your injuries.” She introduced herself as Adala, a cook who helped her grandmother with the cooking and serving for the mobsters. Adala’s warm smile was inviting, but Dahlia couldn’t help but feel cautious. Trust didn’t come easily after the recent events.
“I’m Dahlia” she replied hesitantly.
“Cute name,” Adala remarked with a smile before standing up. “I’ve treated all your wounds, but the clan’s doctor will arrive soon to check for any internal injuries. In the meantime, let me grab you something to eat.” With that, She left the room.
Dahlia sighed, her mind swirling with a multitude of questions. How had her life taken such a drastic turn in the blink of an eye? Who was that man? The commanding presence he exuded, along with the respect the people showed him, indicated that he held a great deal of influence. But what did he want with her? How did he even know her?
The weight of these questions pressed heavily on her mind, causing her temples to throb. Trying to push them aside, she closed her eyes, hoping to find solace in sleep once more.
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In Salvatore’s luxurious suite, Ponce leaned against the wall, confronting him about his recent reckless actions. Salvatore, sitting on a king-sized couch, simply smirked and took a sip of his whiskey.
“You must be insane or incredibly foolish, Sal! What possessed you to pull that stunt earlier?” Ponce’s voice dripped with frustration.
Salvatore, unfazed by Ponce’s words, replied calmly, “Watch your tongue. You know I hate it when you say things like that. Besides, the decisions I make are my own business.”
Ponce couldn’t help but feel frustrated. He was aware that Salvatore’s actions would surely reach the ears of the Godfather. “Well, it will become the Godfather’s business once he hears about what you just did.”
Salvatore’s attention shifted as he contemplated the fate of Merino, Faye, and Sullivan, who hadn’t returned from their mission in France. “Merino is—”
Before Ponce could finish his sentence, the doors to the suite flew open, and Callixta stormed in, accompanied by two guards who were struggling to keep up with her. She was clearly furious.
“Sorry, boss. We tried to stop her,” the guards apologized, bowing their heads.
Salvatore dismissed the guards with a nod, signaling for them to leave. As they exited, Callixta confronted him, her anger palpable.
“Salvatore, what is the meaning of what you did earlier? How can you claim a thief as your possession?” Callixta’s voice resonated with frustration, but Salvatore remained composed, not even bothering to meet her gaze.
Her frustration escalated with his indifference. “Answer me, Salvatore!” she shouted, desperate for a response.
Salvatore’s cold gaze finally landed on her, causing a shiver to run down her spine. She regretted her words almost instantly, but it was too late.
He rose from his seat, towering over her with his imposing height. “I will repeat myself once more. What I do is no one’s business,” Salvatore asserted firmly.
Realizing the gravity of her mistake, Callixta fell silent. Salvatore’s words echoed in her mind, and she inwardly promised herself never to speak to him in such a way again.
Without uttering another word, Salvatore commanded her to leave and retreated into the bathroom, signaling the end of their conversation.
Callixta clenched her fists and glanced at Ponce who had a scornful grin on his face.
“Looks like the little title you were given is getting to your head”, He said, puffing out smoke with a cigarette in between two fingers.
“Oh, fuck you”, She spat out before storming out of the room in fury.
PARIS»DON TOBIAS’ VILLA
Outside the grand and opulent villa, heavily armed guards stood at various positions, ensuring the utmost security. Their presence was a testament to the wealth and power possessed by Don Tobias, the owner of the villa.
The villa itself was a sight to behold, radiating magnificence and glamour. It boasted beautiful scenery and a meticulously maintained garden. The scene transitioned from the exterior of the villa to the interior, specifically to a room within.
Don Tobias, a man adorned with golden rings, sat upon his king-sized chair, engrossed in a phone call. A thick roll of weed rested in his left hand, while a wicked grin emerged, revealing his single golden tooth.
“I’m pleased to hear that the delivery arrived safely,” he chuckled gruffly, taking a drag from his blunt. A few moments later, he hung up the call, seemingly satisfied with the conversation.
Just as he settled back into his chair, a knock resounded at the door, and a man entered the room, interrupting Tobias’ solitude.
“Don, the lady you ordered has arrived,” the man informed him, prompting a mischievous smirk to spread across Tobias’ lips.
“Bring her in,” he commanded, anticipating the arrival of his guest.
Within minutes, a stunning woman entered the room. Adorned in a scanty lingerie set, consisting of a tiny bra that barely concealed her nipples, a G-string, and a transparent nightgown, she exuded an undeniable allure. Her voluptuous curves, accentuated by her ample bosom and rounded buttocks, demanded attention.
“This is what I’m talking about,” Tobias murmured, his eyes roaming over her enticing form.
She grinned seductively, turning around to give him a teasing view. Slowly, she approached him, straddling his lap with her arm wrapped sensually around his neck.
“Are you ready for a little fun?” she purred, her fingers gently tracing along his chest.
Tobias groaned appreciatively, his grip tightening on her supple backside. Without wasting a second, he captured her lips in a fierce and hungry kiss.
Lifting the woman, Tobias carried her to his bed, his desire evident in his eyes. He swiftly unbuttoned his belt and tugged down his pants, a sense of urgency driving him.
“You’re so impatient,” the woman giggled, pulling him over to the bed, going on top of him.
“Fuck” , He groaned as she took his full length inside her sweet warm mouth, her soft fingers caressing his tender balls. He grabbed her hair and rammed into her mouth, moaning louder as she took him down her throat. She began running her tongue around his pee hole teasing him and her fingers worked up and down his warm, hard shaft.
“Shit”, Tobias let out another loud groan as he felt himself inching closer and closer . This whore was a damn professional.
Right when he was reaching his climax, she stopped and looked at him with a naughty grin on her face, slowly getting off of him and pulling down her G- string.
She laid down on the bed and spread her legs wide apart.
“It’s all yours, daddy. Destroy it”, She told him, biting her lips seductively.
Tobias lowered his head and sucked on her bright pink clitoris before burying his full length inside her.
She cried out in pleasure and a gasp escaped her lips as he began to thrust faster into her.
“Fuck!!!” , She screamed. “Harder! Yeah, don’t stop… Don’t fucking stop!!”, She cried with her toes curled up in pleasure.
The only noises that filled the room were her loud moans and the slapping of skin.
Her hands touched the pillow as she gripped tightly onto it as he screwed her roughly.
Tobias groaned in ecstasy as he released inside her. Her hand finally touched something under the pillow and she gripped it tightly. She pulled out the gun and shot him thrice in quick succession, not giving him any moment to react or retaliate. The gun had a silencer screwed to the end of it that muffled the loud sounds of the gunshots.