Leonardo and Romario stood frozen, struggling to find words, their faces pale with anxiety. Leonardo's gaze darted to the door, seeking an escape route, while Romario's hand gripped his gun tightly in his back pocket.Just then, Terrone burst in, his hands covered in blood, and Naveen's eyes narrowed in suspicion. Naveen drew his gun, pointing it at Terrone's head, causing Terrone's breathing to hitch in surprise.Romario swiftly pulled out his gun, aiming at Naveen's forehead, but Terrone intervened, "Put the gun down, Romario." His firm tone conveyed trust in his father's judgment, and Romario hesitated, then tucked his gun away.Terrone turned to Naveen, his smile convincing, "Put your gun away, officer. I don't like being treated like a criminal." Naveen nodded, holstering his gun, his eyes never leaving the trio. "So, about the bloodstain..." he began, his tone hinting at a looming confrontation.Terrone held up his blood-covered hands, feigning nonchalance. "As you can see, my p
It's been weeks since the police visited the mansion, and the masters' bad mood had been palpable, casting a tense atmosphere over the entire estate. Everyone was on edge, walking on eggshells around the masters, and I was no exception. Emily's behavior towards me had changed dramatically; she watched my every move with an eagle eye, making me feel uneasy and uncomfortable.The head maid's harsh words snapped us back to work, and we continued planting maize grains under the scorching sun. I felt like I was on the verge of collapse, my body aching from the physical labor."Allison, please hurry up; I hate that we're always the last to finish," Rosita whispered, wiping the sweat from her face. Rosita had become a sort of friend, but I sensed we were only acquaintances, bound together by our shared struggles in the mansion.As we worked, I couldn't help but feel a sense of unease, trapped in a web of tension and suspicion. The masters' anger, Emily's watchful gaze, and the head maid's cr
It had been weeks since the police visited the manor, and our investigation into the mole who had set us up had yielded no results. The tension in the mansion was palpable, and everyone was on edge, especially my father. I sighed as I thought about his recent behavior - he was clearly hiding something from us, but I had no evidence. His anxiety and suspiciousness were starting to unnerve me.Just then, Terrone announced, "Namiro is here to see you, and she looks pissed." My dad grumbled in annoyance and stormed upstairs to his room. It was strange behavior, and I couldn't help but feel a sense of unease. My dad was acting like a shadow of his former self, and it was scary to admit.I stood up and walked into the sitting room, where Namiro was waiting. She was dressed in a stunning red velvet dress, her legs crossed and a scowl on her face. "Damn, red is totally your color," I said with a chuckle as I approached her. But before I could reach her, she exploded, "Why the fuck are you not
They locked eyes, the weight of Allison's words hanging heavy in the air. Her sobs echoed through the room, and Romario's expression twisted into a cruel grin. "I can't," he muttered, his voice laced with malice, as he helped her up. "You'll always be a slave, Allison. Even if you take your own life, you'll just be another slave who died. Your branding is permanent, and so is your status." He emphasized the harsh reality, his words piercing her soul like a dagger.Allison shuddered in despair as Romario carried her to the bathroom, filling the tub with warm water. He gently placed her inside, and an uncomfortable silence fell between them. Romario washed her with a surprising gentleness, and Allison didn't cry or protest, numbness consuming her. He quickly dressed her in his oversized T-shirt and pants, which swallowed her tiny frame, making her look like a lost kitten. Romario chuckled, a rare softness creeping into his eyes.As he laid her on the bed, his voice took on a surprisingl
The tension was palpable, so thick it could be cut with a knife. Jose took hesitant steps forward, his gaze locked intensely on Terrone's eyes. "You... you... I..." Jose stammered in a soft, barely audible tone.Venita shot Jose a smug look, linking her hand with Terrone's as she leaned on his shoulder. "Oh, Josey, don't act so shocked. We were always meant to be," she said, her voice dripping with mockery.Romario shook his head in disbelief, his eyes fixed on his father in disgust. "She tried to kill us, and you're smooching her right in front of us!" he growled, his voice menacing."Don't speak to your father like that, Mario," Venita chided, attempting to approach Romario. "I know I made mistakes, but we're going to be a complete family now."Romario's response was swift and brutal. He pushed Venita to the ground, his voice low and menacing. "Get your filthy hands off me, you whore! You're a disgrace to motherhood. And let this be a warning: if you ever try to touch me again, I'll
It's been weeks since the fight between Master Terrone and Master Jose, and the tension has been palpable. Mistress Venita, his wife, has been a constant thorn in my side, and I've been feeling the strain. As I mopped the kitchen floor, Emily approached me, her voice soft and cautious. "Hey Allison, the mistress wants to see you." I raised an eyebrow, my mind racing with possibilities. Emily shook her head, "Not my orders, but hers." She chuckled at my pouting face, and I couldn't help but laugh too. This was the fifth time that morning she'd summoned me, and it was always for some trivial task. I couldn't help but feel a growing resentment towards her.I wiped my hands on my apron and made my way to the sitting room, where Mistress Venita sat cross-legged, sipping her wine. Her son Leonardo looked eerily like her, with the same cold, calculating gaze. I bowed my head, feeling a shiver run down my spine as she fixed me with a dangerous glare. The Ndrangheta family was known for their
Their tongues followed the same pace as they continued kissing so deeply and intensely, Allison couldn't help but moan out in pleasure, she could feel Romario's hands roaming around her exposed neck. “Master, I.. can't” Allison whined as she pushed Romario off her body, so as to breathe a little. Romario wanted to get angry but when he saw the flushed expression on his slave. Allison blushed heavily as she pushed her face out of her face, “I beg to take my leave now” she said as she bowed, turning to leave.Romario grasped her waist and pulled her back, his husky voice warning, "I don't want to see that guard around you again, Allison." She felt a shiver run down her spine as she replied, "Yes, master," and quickly retreated. Romario chuckled, sitting on his bed, his fingers tracing his lips as he blushed, remembering the recent kiss. He shook his head, dismissing the thought; this was unusual behavior. Was he starting to like his slave? The idea made him uneasy.Leonardo entered the
Romario's POVMy eyes widened in confusion as Namiro's statement hung in the air. "She wants to leave with me?" I thought to myself, trying to process the sudden urgency. We were engaged, I knew that much, but what was driving this sudden rush? Namiro seemed to ignore my confusion, brushing past me as she headed upstairs, leaving me feeling bewildered and concerned. Leonardo, her loyal companion, was whispering something in her ear, no doubt fueling the fire. I shot a glance at my mom, who was sipping her coffee with a knowing smirk on her face. "That Jose's daughter sure knows how to safeguard her man," she taunted, but a stern glare from me silenced her immediately.My pet, sensing my unease, bowed and scurried off to attend to her duties. I followed Namiro upstairs, my mind racing with questions. What was going on? Why the sudden change of heart? As I approached the room next to mine, I could hear hushed whispers between Namiro and Leonardo. It seemed that's where she intended to m