TILL D£ATH DO US APART
(The•Devil•I•Loved)
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It was like an enchantment—a bewitchment. Nothing felt cold about the last statement. The hotness in the suite extended by far, and Leonardo’s eyes had to start fighting itself just to share the sight algorithm.
From her thighs, to the p+xy, to the navel, the tummy, the br+sts, the face! There’s too much to look at, and his palms went sweaty very fast.
Every flesh and bone that built him was beginning to burn, intensifying the heat.
The air that blew in from the open suite window didn’t do nothing to ease the s+xual tension. Instead, the air came in to share the hotness too.
He was already taking slow, intentional steps to that bed, and the smile on Ivanna’s face stayed glued. Her legs stayed spread, her opening stayed dripping…. soaked.
“And if I don’t have a cøndom?” Leonardo whispered back, the accent disappearing.
“Actually, I do have a cøndom, but I refuse to use it on you. I’m going to f+k your pretty p+xy raw, and you’re going to make a huge mess on my c+k.” He continued.
His voice was beastliness and cruelty wrapped as one, with darkness as the icing on top.
Ivanna didn’t move. Her posture didn’t shift, but the smile on her face faltered. It turned cold.
Leonardo’s shorts were slipped away by him, and since he’s wearing just that, his c+k bounced free.
Huge. Looks murderously hot. Pulsing, and there’s a bead of pr£c+m hanging at the pink cap.
Yeah…he’s got a pink cap. She obviously didn’t notice it when she forced her to suck him, but now she’s having a better view of it.
It’s beautiful, and the thought of it inside her own pink cl+t only made her nerves align.
Her p+xxy beat wildly like a palpitating heart. She dripped again, ready for the wild ride.
She bit her bottom lip unconsciously, and she bit down even harder when his black singlet hit the ground, revealing his full nudeness to her waiting eyes.
The dragon tattoos are plastered on his huge chest, surrounded by a cluster of dangerous belladonna flowers…drawn with red ink in the middle of the dark tats.
There’s are parallel tattoos of the leather horsewhip on his back—same whip he gave her, and on his two arms, there are ominously drawn maps. At each end of the maps… TO HELL was written.
On his lower stomach where the V-line is, ‘Empio Peccatore’ was written in slanted italic letters.
No idea what it means, but it’s so hellishly hot.
She didn’t know when her teeth met her lip again for another bite.
Holy hell.
This man undoubtedly has the most attractive tattoos ever. Not like this is the first time she saw his body.
He was shirtless when he came to take the stone punishment at the Sinners Assembly, but she didn’t notice. She didn’t give a f+k.
Now…. she’s realizing just how full of a meal he is. F+k. F+k.
F+k, again.
All the f+ks in the world won’t suffice for this perfection.
The bed dipped when he got on top with her, and the first place his face went was the middle of her legs.
He darted his tongue out, licking her p+xy ice cream with the tip of the tongue, slowly dragging.
She felt breathlessly electrified till his head came back up.
He’s still sticking that tongue out, and her hand went to his right cheek. She willfully opened her mouth.
He shoved the creamy tongue into her mouth roughly, and she sucked. While she sucked, fingers already disappeared inside her p+xy, finger1ng her wildly.
Saliva poured from her throat, but as it did, he kissed her harder, his fingers ramming her with the impatience of a hungry beast.
Her p+xy tightened around his fingers, her tongue curled with his, and the kiss grew past insane.
Their lips were nearly reaching each other’s throats. It was too open-mouthed, too raw. Too much.
“Ahh…babe!” She m0aned, her lips bleeding into him.
The kiss slipped to an abrupt end, and he slid the fingers out of her. They’re already wet with a mix of ice cream and her own p+xy cream.
He shoved it into her mouth, and she closed her mouth on it, sucking like some damn honeycomb.
His face went back down there. He didn’t kiss—he was too impatient for that. He licked, dragging his tongue over her pink folds, f+kin it with his mouth, teasing with his teeth.
As the ice cream melted in his mouth, she melted in his mouth too.
The essence, the sweetness, the toxicity. He ate as wildy as he does.
Ivanna’s mouth went slack on his fingers that’s in her mouth, her moans poured out like a chant.
She used her two hands to push his head closer to her c+ñt, her face shot up the ceiling as he devoured.
“Yeah… yes! There…that place!”
“Eat me like that…f+k, you have the cruellest mouth ever!”
“Love what you’re doing to me!”
“Oh my…oh…ohh…ah… Nardo!”
“Don’t stop! Don’t…ahhh!!”
His fingers entered her mouth again, going down her throat till she gagged, choking on her own m+@ns.
His tongue licked down to her thighs, eating the ice cream off her body like a slow tease. He licked up to her tummy, having a feast of the cream, the one on her navel…on the space between her br+sts
Then the br+sts themselves. He sucked, bit, tortured the n+ples till they changed from brown to deep red. His mouth did cruel things to the skin, and Ivanna could only m+an, pull his hair, rub his back, or choke on his fingers inside her mouth.
He knew what he was doing, so he gave her space to breath in-between her suckings before shoving the fingers back, conscious of her asthma
His mouth departed from her br+sts after he was satisfied with the colour change, and he finally withdrew his fingers from her mouth completely.
His mouth claimed her mouth, again, and down in their middle, his c+k was rubbing her entrance.
“Tell me…you love the ice cream?” She whispered, tossing him, so she came to the top.
Her necklace dangled on his face.
“I’m dementedly obsessed, so far it’s on your celestial body…Joy. I’m addicted,..” He breathed her in, and her hands went into his own.
She interlocked them, pinning them down the bed.
“Obsessed, huh?” She smiled, going down to place her lips on his chest, kissing the tattoos and receiving manly groans from his throat.
By the time she kissed down to his V-line, she was already over-wet, her juices stained his tummy.
Leonardo tossed her, so he claimed the top again, his cóvk teasing her entrance with a sickening rythm.
“Say it…” He said, his voice velvet and commandment in one. “Say what I am to you..”
But she can’t even talk, she could only nod, barely. Already melting at the feel of him against her. Teasing, but not yet giving.
“My witch,” he muttered, brushing the head of his c+k on her center, not yet entering. “So perfect for the world, so f+kin mine.”
He thrusted his c+k into her a bit, and she cried out. Her toes curled from that sensation, and that pleasure arch appeared between her brows as her mouth opened.
“But here you are,” he continued, pushing the c+k inside her further, slow and intentional. “All tangled, l£gs wide for me, your juices all-over my body, begging me to f+k you senseless, like the big, bad girl you are.”
And when he finally entered completely, inserting all his rock-hard length into her, Ivanna stiffened, losing all grip on reality.
Her head fell back, she couldn’t hold the moan that slipped. “You are reading from www.mhiztaemy.com.ng” Her hands dipped into his shoulders as his hips began to move,. Slow at first, building with each thrust. His rhythm is merciless. Deep. Demanding.
Every thrust sent a shockwave through her, pressure curling in her p+xy. Tight and hot and consuming.
Even as he f+cked her, she was dripping, squirting, wetting his c+k generously. She shattered before he even started anything.
Her head spun, and she lost her hold on his shoulders, her hair tangling, legs buckling, hips stiffening.
“Nardo…damn damn…this is so good! So f+kin…f+k!”
“I’m so f+kin dripping it’s driving me mad…so damn slick!”
“Ouchh! Yes! Yes yes! Mmn!’
“Is that what you are?” Leonardo’s hand fisted her hair, pulling her gaze to meet him as his c+k str£tched her beyond her walls.
He rammed deeper, his skin slapping hers, loudly. She screamed.
“Nardo! Oh my gawd! Oh my gawd!”
“Is that what you are? My big bad girl? My one and only witch?” He groaned, slamming himself in again.
“Leo… Nardo! F+k! This is too damn much!”
“Answer me, Joy….” He held her face, forcing her mouth open.
“Yes,” she breathed, her voice breaking with need. “Yes, please. I can’t take it anymore………….”
He slowed down, and she nearly screamed from denial, but then he shifted—deeper, harder, banging, hitting that perfect place that unravels her completely.
She shattered, again, wetting his c+k with her juices, but he didn’t pull 0ut. Instead, he p0unded her harder.
“F+k it! Nardo! Oh my f+kin! Gawd!!”
“I’m yours, Joy.” He raised, his voice rough and ragged. “The one you think about when your fingers are between your thighs,”
Thrust.
“The only one who gets to f+k your tight pretty p+xy.”
Thrust.
“The only one you belong to.”
Thrust. Thrust. Thrust.
And she fell apart.
He thrusted d££per, harder, his body pressed against hers as his mouth crushed over hers, devouring her.
His lips are fevered, bruising, biting, desperate. His tongue is as cruel as his f+kin.
His pummels became roughly brutal when he couldn’t edge himself anymore. He turned ferocious as his load built, till it began coming.
His pullout was clean.
He tossed her, turning her back.
He r£leased on her back, and he nastily began rubbing the hot cüm on her back skin, creaming her with it.
Her p+xy stretched again when he £ntered her through the back, re-inserting his length.
Ivanna made a slight turn, so she lay on her right side.
Her right leg went hung on his shoulder, and Leonardo held that leg up, f+king her again, but as he thrusted this time, their eyes locked.
His c+k kissed her walls, and she could feel it in her throat, the longness killing her badly.
She couldn’t look away from him even if she wanted to. He made that impossible with the way his eyes trapped her and locked her in.
“Joy…” He whispered with the deeply accented voice, her leg on his shoulder slipping slowly.
“Nardo…” She whispered back.
That….was like the call-in.
They both reeled at the same time. Ivanna arched her back off the bed, and Leo leaned down to her, holding the back of her neck with his second hand. His length hit her stomach.
She was already c+mming again as their lips crashed on each other, obsessively dark and bloody.
“Your pvxxy was made for me,” Leonardo breathed, and Ivanna replied with a smirk as he bit his lip deeply, drawing blood.
She wrapped her arms around his body tightly, saying…
“So is your c+k,”
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[Chicago, Toga Club]“She’s off-limits,” Robert said before he could stop himself, and the tall brother’s hand stopped in the air before it could reach Bacardi’s lap.
He looked back at Robert.
Robert’s glare right now would raze buildings down.
Bacardi was smiling secretly. Who knew this mission would get her a more possessive side of Robert?
And she’s enjoying every bit of the saga that’s about to commence.
“Isn’t she a friend?” The brother asked Robert.
“She’s off-limits. You heard me.” Robert stood on business.
“Robert!” Alexa stood from where she sat, and the shorter brother stood with her, grinning.
“Didn’t you tell us he was your boyfriend? Why is your boyfriend saying it to your face that another girl is off-limits?” He said.
“Robert?” Alexa called Robert’s name again, and she was replied with a killer glare from him.
“You broke up with me when you wanted to follow your father out of the country, like two or three years ago? I can’t even remember, and that’s how insignificant your records have become. I’m not your boyfriend, Alexa.” Robert shoved her and went to Bacardi, pulling her to his side.
Now it’s like he has even forgotten the reason they’re here.
The eradication mission.
“You were saying I should act professional and let Alexa touch you, but you can’t even take it when another man comes near? Rob, you’re something else.” Bacardi whispered beside him, but he didn’t reply.
His eyes are still on the Toga siblings.
Right now, Alexa is in the middle, and the brothers are on each side of her.
“I was expecting the act to last longer, but too bad you couldn’t even last ten minutes. Your acting sucks!” The Tall Brother laughed.
“The fact you both are wearing long sleeves to cover your tattoos is the most amusing part. Fine, I didn’t know you joined the Outfit, Robert, but I got an Intel from…” Alexa said.
From the south door of the room, Bradshaw came in.
“Who else if it’s not the long-mouthed rat!” Bacardi spat.
“At least, the long mouthed rat is useful…” Bradshaw grinned, placing his leg on the center table after kicking away the dru&s on it.
“Bacardi Esposito, Robert Cooper, all the way from the House Of Esposito. What a meticulous combo” the Short Brother clapped.
“Bradshaw said you’ve got interesting skills, Robert, I’d love to check it out!” Alexa pulled a long pin out of her hair, somersaulting intentionally, over the table.
By the time she landed in front of the two, she raised the pin to stab Robert’s feet with the floor.
Robert made a tilt, his legs widened, and he went down with Alexa in the process. His knees knocked into her neck, and she gagged.
Then… The two brothers went after Bacardi. She fell back, legs up, and she landed on the other side of the velvet couch.
She pushed that couch forward, and the brothers fell on it too, but they weren’t nerfed before they drew knives out of the foam.
They jumped over to Bacardi, and their first swings gave her cuts on the forearm, but her retaliation was a blinding kick to the Tall Brother’s eye socket. Her heel stabbed him.
Alexa is currently hitting Robert’s head on the center table repeatedly, and he’s groaning.
“You know when we dated back then, I used to think your jawline was the most attractive I’ve ever seen, but now that I see you as nothing but a lowly enemy, you look chopped to me, so why not just die!”
She slammed his head for the fifth time, and Robert’s blood stained the glass. The only bottle on the table fell and broke, so he picked a piece.
“Low? The Outfit has never been low, bîtch! You and your family are the low ones for copying the protocols!” He roared, resisting the sixth slam.
He clawed Alexa in the tummy, and when she fell on that table, he raised the broken bottle on her face.
Before he could stab, Bradshaw felt bored on his seat and stood, kicking the bottle away.
If fell, but Robert caught it with his left hand, stabbing Alexa’s face. Right on her left cheek.
He literally destroyed her face.
Blood. Blood smeared her face, entering her eyes and nose.
When her brothers saw what’s going on with her, they wanted to leave Bacardi’s side and come, but Bacardi did a barricade with her legs.
They both flew over her legs, but the moment they landed on the other side of the couch, she removed the red silk curtain on the south door and looped it around their necks, dragging them back to the couch.
Then, she threw herself to the front with a jump, landing on their stomachs. Her heels stabbed each of them, and blood stained their shirts.
They both grabbed her legs though, throwing her down from themselves. She landed on the ground, and she received a conjugal kick from them which sent her rolling off.
They made a move to go to Alexa’s side again, but Bacardi saw Alexa’s pin on the ground.
She picked the pin and did a clean throw from where she lay.
The Tall Brother saw it coming, but the Short Brother didn’t.
The short one got stabbed in the ear. The pin thrusted into his ear, entering his head directly.
With wide eyes, blood oozed out of his second ear, and the Tall Brother gasped in raw shock.
“Easton!!!!” He yelled the Short Brother’s name.
“Easton!!” Alexa screamed from where she’s getting pinned by Robert.
Easton fell heavily, and the Tall Brother went down beside his body.
Alexa threw her head forward in a headbutt, but Robert pushed her head back to that table.
Since her face is already torn by the bottle he stabbed her with, he held the torn part of her skin and pulled it mercilessly, tearing her face down.
The Tall Brother is still down beside Easton’s body, but when he saw the horror that just happened, he escaped through the front door.
Now it’s just Bradshaw left with them in the room.
He has been watching everything alone, enjoying the fight alone.
Now it’s his turn.
Bacardi and Robert stood back to back, their hands red with blood of Alexa and Easton.
“Tonight is the hottest I’ve seen you, Rob. Is it weird that I’m wet for you right now?” She said.
“I trust my effects,” he replied cockily, and she smiled as they both went for Bradshaw at the same time.
But Bradshaw made an unexpected move, dispersing tiny needles into the air. Bacardi almost got hit, but Robert pulled her to himself, and they both hit the wall for shield.
Bradshaw didn’t let them land before throwing another round of needles, and they had to separate to avoid it.
“Fight! Your poisoned needles tactics is old! Long-mouth!” Bacardi shouted, pulling her gun.
Since he wants unfairness, then she went unfair too.
Robert followed her lead, dragging out his gun too.
Bradshaw did the same, and the sound of gunshots took over the room, shaking it madly.
But Bradshaw played unfair again, cos there are poking poisoned needles in his gun instead of bullets.
Bacardi and Robert went down. So far he has the poisoned gun, he’s powerful than them right now.
They stayed down, and Bradshaw laughed out.
“Who cares about tactics? Leader only wants you dead even if it’s just one of you!!!!” He yelled, loading his gun with the poisoned needles again.
He started the round two of gunshots, but he wasn’t expecting the next turnout too.
Nino and Sandra.
They suddenly tore into the room through the south, and their shots echoed in the air as the bullets rained from them to Bradshaw.
In the first second, Bradshaw got hit on the thigh and shoulder.
Each bullet from Nino and Sandra respectively.
Bacardi and Robert finally felt safe enough to stand. They did, and they rooted themselves around Sandra and Nino, joining the shoots.
Bradshaw flipped a couch in a rectangular angle, covering the door with it so he could escape.
Bullets from the four destroyed the velvet couch, and when Nino kicked it down, Bradshaw has escaped without a trace.
Nino wanted to follow him, but Robert stopped him.
“No, dude. We got a bigger fish to fry.” He said, and Nino gave up.
Bacardi removed a blood card pass from Easton’s pocket on the ground.
The four left the room, and it was easy to locate the club backdoor which led to the warehouse.
Using the blood card, Bacardi opened the door, and they met the expected.
The guards surrounding the club have all accumulated here, covering the drugs so it’s not even visible.
The four shielded themselves with the door, and bullets from the guards tore into that door. It’s bulletproof, so the bullets just bounced. The guards wasted their bullets very well before Sandra finally kicked the door open when she sensed the scant.
Then…they started their own rain of gunshots, shooting back at the sea of guards like they’re valueless flies.
Now the drug boxes are visible, so they hid behind the towers and released bullets from there.
It’s like an hide and seek game. Only that this time, the winner is predictable.
The last one of the guards went down at the tenth minute.
Bacardi brought a matchbox out of her pocket and threw it at Robert.
He caught it, stuck one.
Nino carried a bag of billion cards lying on the ground, then Robert threw the matchstick to the boxes.
They’re all open, and drugs will always be burnable cos of the chemicals, so it blew up.
It caught fire, starting from the first, second…. proceeding towards the last
It burned bright.
The four are already leaving the vicinity right now, the fire burned behind them, illuminating their path.
Nino hung the moneybag on his shoulder, chuckling.
“Why did you come, gee?” Robert asked.
“I was with Ginny and Tierney at the cafe, watching their tough games when Sandra came to get me, said she wasn’t feeling good about this club, said there might be snitches from Crimson Cave. I couldn’t overrule her hunch, so we came.” Nino explained.
“I love you, Sand.” Bacardi said, touching her hair.
“Stawp! Your hand is bloody!” Sandra complained, and Bacardi just stained her hair more.
“Thanks, gee.” Robert said.
“Anytime.” Nino smiled as they stepped out of the club.
The fire will surely spread from the back warehouse to this front clubhouse soon.
—
[Phoenix Valley]Bobby was the first to open his eyes, and the moment he made out his location to be a freezer, he cussed.
“Hell… holy hell… Marko!!” He yelled, pounding his head on the freezer cover violently.
That yell woke Renata up in front of her. The freezer is big enough to accommodate the two, even leaving space between.
Renata’s eyes opened,, and she released a gasp when she saw where they are too.
“We’re in the trap freezer…f+k.”
“Trap freezer? Ow man. What the f+k! Who the f+k locks his daughter and grandson in a freezer!” Bobby shouted.
“We tried to kill him, Bob. Once you try that, he starts seeing you as an enemy. You should be thankful it’s not plugged…gosh, told you it’d never work. He’s like a spirit.” Renata replied tiredly.
The blood on her head from the gun butt hit is dried already.
“Plugged? You mean he’d plug it if he wanted to?” Bobby’s eyes widened.
“Yes, but it doesn’t work like normal freezers. If it’s plugged, we’d get shocks every ten minutes, and by the time we get released, a lot of our brain cells would have died. Also, there’s a button he can press from outside to release poisonous misama inside here. Once we inhale, we lose our senses, and we become sudden imbeciles.” Rebate explained.
“What!” Bobby’s eyes widened.
Renata sighed.
“You seem to not know how inhumane your grandpa is. You’re lucky he’s just your grandpa, he’s my father, Bobby. He set Wendy up to make you hate her till she died, but me? He killed the two men I fell for, and I was forced to dig the ground 10ft and bury them.” Renata said.
Bobby couldn’t close his mouth. He just got weak immediately.
He rested his body on the freezer body, exhausted.
“Don’t worry, we won’t die here. My brother will surely come for me.” He muttered.
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[Next Day, Britain~ Yacht.]The yacht is still moving. Just that it was traveling to the northern sea last night, but this morning, it’s coming back to the shore.
In an hour, they’d get to the shore. Time is 10am, and Ivanna is still asleep inside the VIP Suite.
Leonardo is alone at the lower cabin, picking everything he could get his hands on for breakfast. He’s setting them on small expensive plates.
His mouth is still sweet from last night’s sèx. A mix of ice cream and her. He could still taste her all-over his mouth, all-over his buds.
He set a table of English breakfast; eggs, sausages, toast, bacon and mushroom.
They’ve been in the Suite freezer since last night, he only warmed them up in the deep warmer, so they’re hot now.
He’s making her tea now. He at least knows how to make that one. He’s not even counting the sugar spoons as he poured it in the tea.
He paused for a minute, staring into space. He suddenly doesn’t want to return to Chicago today again.
He has never lived like this before. Spend hours on a yacht. No—spend a obsessive, sweet Christmas night on a yacht. It has never happened before.
He has never dreamt of or imagined spending more than an hour f+kin’ a woman all his life. He has never.
Vera said women are weaknesses you should stay away from. The only forgivable move is to have s+x once a year, and that’s why he enjoyed watching women touch themselves before. That’s why he never went close to touch or fûck.
But now…now that he had a taste with a mix of ice cream topping, he feels like he can’t stop anymore.
He can’t.
He doesn’t want to leave this carefree, careless, reckless life anytime soon. He wants to spend more time here….with her.
But…too bad stupid duty calls in Chicago. He has to.
He poured the fourth sugar spoon into the cup of tea, and he heard movements behind himself.
He turned sharply, and a smile stretched his lips when he saw her coming down from the Suite, wearing his shirt…the black one which stopped right below her arse.
She was obviously trying to tiptoe, but when she got caught, she stopped, making caught faces.
“Nice try, you can’t do the soundless walk. Don’t try to be like me,” he said.
“That peak arrogance again, I’ll learn it after watching for an hour.” She replied, descending the rest of the short white staircase.
The air smells like the sea, and a mix of the two of them.
Cedar, vanilla, c+m.
They still smell like s+x.
Leonardo’s arms curved around her waist when she arrived, and she smiled up at him.
“Did you change the patches and plasters on your wounds?” She asked.
“Was waiting for you to come do it—after I have a bath …” He said.
Her hair is in a rough bun, so he untwisted it, letting it fall on her shoulders and back.
“I’m starting to think you have a problem with my hair,” she said.
“I just like it down…” He replied, bending for a kiss.
She covered her mouth.
“You nearly chewed it off last night, and now again?” She muttered.
“No don’t talk like you didn’t chew mine off too. We were both wilding, it’s half and half.” He replied.
“More like full and full, Nardo. You were insatiable, you wanted to pound my senses away.” She said, and he smiled widely, laughing eventually.
He rubbed her arse behind, cupping the two possessively, then he spanked them separately.
They bounced.
“Slept soundly?” He whispered, getting serious.
“Sweetly too, just the soreness between my legs, Nardo. I don’t think I can walk long distance.” She whispered too.
“That’s expected…” He replied, and she giggled, suddenly tipping on her toes to kiss his lips.
It was a peck, but he liked it. She rushed to the table and began having a taste of everything.
She drank the tea after eating bacon and scrambled eggs.
“Mm, hot!” She nodded satisfactorily, sitting across him on the table.
She made sure that as she ate, he ate too…made sure he tasted everything.
“Here, you haven’t tasted the sausage…” She pointed her fork at him again.
“I ate that one minute ago, Joy.” He smirked.
“You’re counting the minutes now?” She smirked back, and they both bursted into a healthy laughter.
He held her hand, brought the fork to his mouth and ate the sausage.
She looked around, wishing she could stay longer here, suddenly wishing Robert and Ginny came too, even her parents.
“Nardo,” she suddenly took his hand across the table.
“My parents, you’ll let me see them once we get back, right? Please.” She said humbly.
Leonardo paused, seeing the desperation and longing in her eyes.
“They’re not your real parents, are they?” He replied.
“Mummy Erica picked me up when I was just a ten day old baby, and she took care of me with daddy Leroy like their first child till they gave birth to Robert three years later. Three years after they gave birth to Robert, they gave birth to Ginny too.”
“People in our street know the story, but outside our street, they don’t, cos I allowed Robert to act as my senior. He’s their original first child anyways, I didn’t want to take his place. Even when I graduated highschool, I waited for him to graduate highschool too so he entered college before me.”
“I only agreed to go to college two years after he went.”
Even as she narrated, she smiled genuinely, still holding Leonardo’s hand tightly.
“We were doing well before Lissa’s family ruined us. My father did business with Thaddeus, and he cheated him and took my father’s share to start his construction company. He went as far as destroying our seafood restaurant too, sent my parents to jail, and when they were bailed, they were forced to start working at the construction company as site workers…”
Ivanna blinked. She’s surely holding back her tears.
“I’m sure they planned the Armandos construction site accident to kill them too, so when we got the parcel to come to the clan to steal the Armando family money from the vault, it’s part of the reason why I wasn’t scared to enter with Ginny and Robert. We’re the cheated ones, Nardo.”
She looked down at this point, but he lifted her face immediately.
“Are you gonna cry?”
“Never. No.” She replied.
“Good. Do you trust me?” He asked.
She nodded once. “I do.”
He smiled, using his thumb to tilt her chin with keen eyes.
“If you want a video of your experience on this yacht, you can just remove the camera hanging on the cabin pole. It recorded everything except last night.” He said.
“Stop talking about that!” She blushed. “But I’ll take the camera and show Ginny, and I wish I’d come here again…” She looked around.
“Next year Christmas?” He said.
“You’re kidding.” She replied.
“Never. No.” He mimicked her voice, and she laughed again.
“Next year then,” she got serious too.
He stood from his side of the table and came to her.
He swept her up from the chair, carrying her like his property, her legs wrapped on his taut waist.
“The bathroom?” He said.
“Are we gonna do it again? I’m still sore.” She muttered.
“I do not care, Joy. I want inside you again.” He snickered, kissing her neck tattoo deeply.
She was chuckling, screaming as he went back up.
> > >
[Chicago, House Of Esposito~ 6pm]The limo that went to get Ivanna and Leonardo at the airport is just driving into the general park, coming to a screeching stop.
“Careful,” Leonardo caressed Ivanna’s hand warmly with his thumb, and she smirked.
“Always been.”
He released her with a slow smile, and she got out of the car.
Leonardo ordered one guard to carry her bag after her. She went with a backpack, but she returned with a big bag now, all cos of Ginny and Tierney.
After she left with the guard, Leonardo picked out his phone to read the message from his spies again
It has been confirmed that Lissa is the one holding the Cooper couple.
His head went up. Damn, that was unexpected. First time in his life he got caught, and it’s because Lissa played it smart enough.
Lissa is easy to figure out whenever she has something up her sleeves.
She’s highly emotional on a norms, but when she has something going on, she gets arrogant, but she has actually been acting all emotional like her normal self, so it didn’t give her away. Very well played.
A insidious smirk painted his lips, and he was ready to get in his car and go to Armandos mansion when Don Anthony came over.
“You’re back…” He said breathlessly.
Sandra and Bacardi came over roo, both as breathless as their father.
“Bob found out it was granddad behind Wendy’s betrayal, and according to the guards at the brothel, he went to the valley to meet him. He hasn’t returned. I went there today, but I couldn’t even find Aunt Renata. Granddad said Bob left the valley with her since last night, but I don’t fuckin believe!” Sandra said.
“I think he has them,” Bacardi said. “Christmas ended yesterday, and according to him, he was supposed to come kill Felicia today, but he didn’t come, meaning something is keeping him busy. He has Bob and aunt Rena.”
“Darn…I feel too shameful to talk. I’m the same person relying on you to help me get Felicia out of the dungeon, but now that it has gotten to this…” Don Anthony said.
Leonardo didn’t wait anymore. He hopped back in that limo, wearing his leather gloves for more sleekness on the steering wheel.
He drives faster with leather.
He drove out of the estate, back into the road, his tires eating every tar extension and curve.
His eyes stayed on the line, the wheel moved like a child-toy in his hands, rolling ruthlessly with his veins.
He drove into the valley roughly, speeding through the open gate and in-between the wide cypress trees.
The guards sensed the anger from the way he drived, and they stayed out of the way, but when he came out of the car at the valley park, they surrounded his car, blocking his way.
He stayed beside his car, his eyes eating them alive with contempt.
“Move!!!!!” He yelled.
They instantly moved out of the way, following that yell.
He walked off, leaving a trail of his anger on every step of his feet. Like conquest, he barged in.
Padrino Marko is in his old-money aesthetic living room, talking to his closest guard about the cause of the Britain bombing when he entered.
Marko stood instantly.
“Finally back from your phase of fooling around?” He questioned.
“Where is Bob!” Leonardo demanded.
“Oh… That anger shouldn’t be directed towards me.” Marko grinned, sitting back.
Leonardo waltzed to his space and pulled him up by the collar of his black tang suit.
The guard tried to step in, but a deadly elbow from Leonardo made him bleed, and a punch to his face made him pass out flatly on the second couch.
Then, Leonardo faced his granddad again, his hold on his suit tightening.
“Where. Is. Bob!”
Marko just smiled, then sighed, throwing a key at him.
Leonardo caught it.
“Check the trap freezer.”
Leonardo let go of him immediately. He knows the freezer location, so he stepped there and inserted the key, rolling it open.
He lifted the lid and met Renata and Bobby for real.
“Brother!” Bobby stood.
He quickly jumped out, and Renata jumped out fast too.
Padrino Marko met them there, still smiling that creepy smile.
Bobby went behind Leonardo for protection immediately.
Leonardo and Marko’s eyes clashed with hostility.
The streaks of redness are starting to form in Leonardo’s eyes.
“You sent me to Britain to teach me a stupid lesson like you said, but along the line, your most trusted man tried to fuckin kill me!!”
“Thaddeus slander will not be tolerated, Leo. I know you don’t like him, but trying to slander him in front of me? Not sensible.” Marko replying stonily.
“Just as I expected, cut from the same coat…who wouldn’t cover his loyal dog from the rain?” Leonardo muttered, coldly.
He walked past Marko as he left the room, and both Bobby and Renata followed him out of the valley.
Marko’s arms went behind his back, and he stopped that sick smile before he went back to sit.
Thaddeus and Penny came out of his guestroom. They’ve been here even before Leonardo came.
“I told you he’d try to target me as the bomber.” Thaddeus grinned, sitting beside the old man.
“Can the chess pieces start moving on the board now?” Penny asked.
“Very well.” Marko assured.
Penny texted Lissa.
—
[House Of Esposito, Cooper Siblings Apartment]Tierney’s scream was the loudest when Ivanna entered.
He made sure his scream was louder than Ginny’s, and when Ivanna dropped her bag on the table, the two only gave Ivanna short hugs began going to the bag for drags.
“Welcome back, Whip Huntress. You still smell like Britain…” Hilda said with a genuine smile, giving her a tight hug too.
“I missed you…” Ivanna groaned.
“Mutual…baby.” Hilda said.
Nino only bumped his knuckles on Ivanna’s, then a little side hug before she hugged Robert.
“In this case, I’m your junior too, so whatever you brought, I’m sharing with these two…” Robert said.
“Firstly, tell me you handled the cartel.” She replied.
“Toga Club went down last night, proudly. Thanks to Nino and Sandra though, cos Bradshaw hindered, but he left with two gunshot wounds.” Robert explained.
“That f+ker, well deserved.” Ivanna nodded, darting her eyes to the bag on the table.
The two brainiacs are already dragging the British snacks with each other. Robert and Nino joined them.
“Jie-jie, that’s your red envelope on the table!” Tierney shouted from where he’s dragging.
Ivanna picked it up and checked…
“12 dollars?”
“He gave you the most, that pest.” Hilda smiled on her seat.
“Hilda, I brought you something special, but I must have forgotten it in the car. I’m coming, I’ll go take a shower and return to get it for you.” Ivanna winked.
“No problem. By the way, as they were repairing the Citadel, the spray paints Island used on this place was washed off too, and your wardrobe was changed. You should know who ordered it.” Hilda said.
With a small smile, Ivanna entered her room, and truly, her wardrobe has been changed.
She’d just shower first before checking out the new wears.
She dropped her phone on the bed and entered the bathroom.
As the bathroom door closed, her phone buzzed with a new message.
—
[Armando Mansion]Lissa got the ‘go ahead’ text from her mother a few minutes ago.
Following instructions, she has texted Ivanna already, and now she’s waiting for Ivanna’s reply.
She sat in the living room, legs mounted on each other, phone in hand. She’s staring into her phone’s soul, literally.
Emma is beside her, waiting with her, but Island us by the stairwell. She sat there like an abandoned child.
“She still hasn’t seen the message?” Emma asked Lissa.
“Seems like it. Won’t be long now.” Lissa replied in a murmur.
—
[Crimson Cave~Clinic]Bradshaw is only just waking up after last night’s blowup.
He returned by himself with a shot thigh and shoulder, and he passed out before he could be treated.
He was treated nevertheless, and he already dreamt of his punishment when he was unconscious.
Now that he’s awake, it seems like it’s coming true.
Inside the clinic, Moo and Hayden are staying by the wall with crossed arms and expectant faces.
Monika sat on a high chair like a prehistoric empress, and she’s currently sharpening her nails with a red sharpener.
But the main issue is the hefty gangster who’s standing naked in the room right now. Same one who fuçked Hayden’s ass.
“No…I could have handled it! I could have handled it if Sandra and Nino didn’t come! I was overwhelmed!!” He yelled, but he couldn’t move.
He has obviously been given the numbness injection too.
“Get to work…” Monika signalled clearly at the naked male with a wave of her hand.
Bradshaw lost his wits end, screaming.
“Not my as$ too! Not my darn ass! Leader! Leader you can’t….heck!!! No!!!!!! No no!!!!!!!”
His tone changed to sharp and pained immediately the male began bursting his arse hard.
Monika watched with empty eyes.
Moo watched blankly too, but Hayden?
There’s a motherf+kin happy smile on his face.
—
[House Of Esposito, Cooper Siblings Apartment]Ivanna came out of the bathroom after her ten minutes slow shower, and she frowned when she saw her phone screen lit up repeatedly in bed.
“What’s so urgent?” She muttered, picking the phone up.
And that was it.
The start of the fire.
The message sat on screen with a name written boldly on it.
• Hey it’s Lalissa Armando, your worse nightmare. Been a while since we met, right? Pardon me, I was only packaging your tears. By the way, your wretched parents are with me. I kept them in a sheepfold for a long while before deciding to move them to Phoenix Valley two days ago. You know Phoenix Valley, right? The Padrino’s place (laughing emojis) Check the video below to see them, and to proof it’s not AI, you’ll see the AI off label on it.
At this point, Ivanna’s thumb was already trembling as she clicked on the link below the message.
The video loaded shortly and played, showing her parents in a deep dungeon. REAL!
The AI label is really off with the authentic green dot.
Ivanna’s mouth widened, and she covered it with her palm as she watched her parents video again.
Wretched. Older than their ages. Bleeding and Wounded.
“What the hell? Leo…why would you….lie…to…”
She hiccupped, taking her palm off her lips as her eyes reddened.
The video of her parents in the canal that Leo showed her was fake.
Fake!
She felt her head ringing. Headache.
Tuff headache.
There’s another message under that video, and it read…
• The deal is simple. Tell Leo that if he’s ready to marry me, take me to Paris for our honeymoon and impregnate me with The Outfit heir, then I’ll let go of your parents. He has 24hrs to make the decision, or the Padrino wastes your parents away.
The phone fell from Ivanna, and without minding the fact that she’s in a towel, she rushed out of the room.
She rushed past the others in the living room, and their eyes widened when they saw her going out furiously like that.
“Iva!” Robert shouted.
“Anna!” Ginny followed.
They went after her with the others.
Ivanna made her way to the Citadel, but luckily for her, she met the limo just driving into the park.
Leonardo is just getting back with Bobby and Renata.
He told them to get out so he’d start his insane drive to the Armandos, but when he saw Ivanna coming like that, his hand dropped from the wheel.
He hopped out of the car, eyes slightly wide. What’s going on?
He couldn’t even ask.
He couldn’t query.
Cos the moment Ivanna got to him, her right arm flew forward, stinging. Peppered. Thunderous.
Her palm stuck his face, the slap so loud and powerful.
She slapped him!
Eyes widened, including his own, but that wasn’t all.
Her second hand flew too, smacking him on the same cheek. Louder and powerful than the first.
“How could you lie to me! You deceived me! Shoved an AI video of my parents down my throat, and I stupidly believed you! How could you!!!!!!!” She yelled, tears clinging to the corner of her eyes.
TBC
