Meanwhile, Rafael glanced at the man seated beside him with his eyes closed. He was now so used to his cold aura. "You're not going to see her? I mean, Mr. King's mother?" he asked. "I'm not going to meet her." "Why not?" Rafael asked, curious. "Can you keep your mouth shut? I'm trying to meditate here." "Says the man who used me. I'm still mad at you, you know... But weirdly, I'm glad you found me," Rafael mumbled. "So what are you going to do with me?" "Your choice. Either you stay and get the hell out of my way, or you come with me and become like me," Silence said curtly, standing to leave. He had gone far when Rafael ran to walk beside him. "You called me your apprentice. I'm going to stay that way. My place is with you," Rafael responded, and the man shot him a glare. "You wanna die? 'Cause I'm damn sure you won't last a week." Rafael laughed confidently. "Try me." Silence's lips curled up. "Fine then," he muttered, continuing to walk with Rafael beside him. "What are
Cassius's face paled, mirroring the expressions of the others. Jaxon choked on his drink before bursting into laughter. The others joined in, and the room erupted with laughter.After they finished eating, they all headed to the park. Cassius decided to buy the entire place for his son and wife.Jaxon stood at a distance, watching Tatiana, Cassius, and Dylan riding the carousel. Aurora stood beside him, also watching."A wonderful sight, isn't it?" she sighed. "For a fleeting moment, I thought I'd never see this. Silly me."Jaxon put his arm around her shoulder. "You'll get to see this every day." He then recalled what Cassius had said about Silence and Aurora not wanting to meet each other.He knew it was for the best, but his heart ached knowing Aurora never experienced true love... or maybe she did.She cared for her family more than anything. The smile on her face and the happiness glittering in her eyes were priceless."Aren't you going to ride with them?" Jaxon asked Jolene, who
[Four years later]Issabella spun around to look at the women in the room. "How do I look?" Nervousness was evident in her voice. She was wearing a professional outfit, her hair tied into a bun, with light makeup accentuating her beauty."Fantastic!" Tatiana responded. "You're really made for this.""President Issabella, right on track!" Jolene exclaimed, a ring glittering on her finger. She had married Jaxon last year. In her arms was little Elsa, dressed in a blue fluffy dress."Gosh, I feel nervous," Issabella exhaled, fanning herself several times."You're fine," Tatiana approached and adjusted her shirt.Jolene added, "Just be yourself.""Are you okay with this? I mean, you've been handling it for a year now..." Issabella asked Tatiana."With you by my side. You're way more capable than you think. Besides, handling it with my career is stressful," Tatiana said."Especially when Tatie won the Best Actress Award three times in a row," Jolene added."Drama queen," Tatiana mumbled."
SOMEWHERE UNKNOWNA place strictly restricted, strictly prohibited. One would think a place like this didn't exist because of how secretive it was. Inside were a few men in black dragging a wounded man across the floor. The men reached the large imposing door, swung it open, and stepped into the room, which had a menacing air."Please let me..." the man being dragged spat out blood as he coughed. "Let me... go... I'm sorry... I'm fucking sorry."They dropped him in the middle of the room. His limbs felt heavy, his bones like water, yet he forced himself to move. He gazed up at the cold devil standing right before him.His piercing blue eyes, the scar that ran across his neck, and the deadly smirk playing on his lips sent a shiver down the man's spine."Si... Silence... I... I didn't mean to offend you," the man trembled. Falling into the trap of the most dangerous man in the underworld was a nightmare. He thought he had succeeded in his evil plan, not knowing he was falling into the
A deep, cold voice sounded on the other side of the phone. "Your tongue or your dick, which one should I cut first?"Rafael snickered at Silence's words. "Sadly, Dad, I'm going to be needing both of them—one to tease you and the other to fuck as many pussies as I want.""Get over here. This is no time to play; you know that."Drawing a deep breath, Rafael relented. "Fine, I'll be there in a minute."After a long while, Rafael's car pulled up in front of a large building. His black jacket and chain trousers made him look incredibly handsome, catching the attention of every female mobster who noticed him. He flashed them a charming smile as a greeting.After years of being Silence's apprentice, Rafael had become the strongest among all his men. Silence treated him like a son—he was practically the second-in-command of all the mobsters.With his destination in sight, he reached for the door and knocked twice. After receiving permission from the man inside, Rafael turned the knob and step
Rafael went straight to the training ground, where mobsters were lined up, training hard. Some were exercising, others were taking a break—indulging in drugs or engaging in sexual activities—while others remained focused, training with guns.Grabbing a gun, Rafael headed to the shooting range.Gun training had always been his favorite. The sight of mannequins being destroyed with each bullet oddly satisfied him.'Why?' Leonard’s dying face flashed in his mind, making his nerves go rigid. His grip tightened, and he fired aimlessly, each shot tearing into the mannequin, destroying it until its parts scattered across the ground."You made your choice."Silence’s cold voice echoed in his head, and his anger doubled.He had given him a choice, and now that decision haunted him—even after so many years. It felt as though Leonard was still here, lingering in the shadows, whispering in his mind.His voice wouldn't leave him.He thought he had buried it—at least for a while—but the guilt was c
After training the mobsters and preparing for the night mission, Angie stepped into the room, utterly excited for the task ahead.Her body was slick with sweat, a smile on her lips.“So… did Rafael tell you why he acted weird in the afternoon?” Rosa, a slightly taller woman lying on the bed, asked Angie.Angie scoffed. “It's nothing serious,” she replied, beginning to remove her clothing and getting ready for a shower.“Let me guess. Silence again?” Rosa asked, taking a bite of her apple. She sat up on the bed, chewing with a small smile.“Yup,” Angie replied, removing her top and revealing her dark, beautiful tattoos that suited her tall, slender frame."They argue a lot, like father and son, both pretending they don't care for each other, whereas deep down they care for themselves more than anything,” Rosa muttered while Angie walked to her dresser to grab her towel.“Did you tell him?” Rosa asked, and Angie glanced over her shoulder, giving her a questioning look.“What?”Rosa roll
The heavy oak doors creaked open, revealing a man dressed in all black. His face was shadowed under the dim light of the chandelier, but his presence alone carried the weight of bad news.Gallos sat behind his grand mahogany desk, a cigar smoldering between his fingers. The air was thick with smoke, the scent of whiskey lingering from his untouched glass. His dark eyes lifted slowly as he gave the man a questioning look.The man hesitated for a brief second before stepping forward. "Boss, we have a problem."Gallos leaned back in his chair, exhaling a slow drag of smoke. "No," he corrected, his voice dangerously calm. "You have a problem. I sent you to ensure that girl got the job done." His gaze darkened. "And yet, you’re standing here. Where is she?"The man swallowed hard. "Dead."Silence.Gallos’ fingers tapped against the desk, his expression unreadable. Then, in one fluid motion, he flicked the cigar into the ashtray and stood."How?"The man shifted on his feet. "Rafael. She ne
Viktor frowned as he spotted Rosa sitting alone in a dimly lit room. He seemed to be deep in thought, not even noticing when he stood close to her.“Rosa?” he called but got no response. “Rosa,” he called again, this time shaking her shoulder gently.Rosa snapped out of her trance, meeting his gaze.“Viktor?” she whispered, clearing her throat. “What are you doing here?”“I should be the one asking you that. What are you doing here all alone in the dark?” he asked, his voice tinged with worry.“Nothing… I just needed some time alone. And I'm already leaving.” As she made to walk past him, Viktor held her back.“C'mon, you don't need to keep that locked inside you.”Rosa’s jaw clenched. “Let go,” she demanded, but Viktor did the opposite by pulling her close for a hug.Rosa froze in his embrace, but she didn't return the hug. Viktor drew her closer.“Please,” he whispered, and Rosa slowly broke into tears. Her once brave and smiling self disappeared, replaced by a broken woman who felt
Milena woke up around evening time. Her eyes fluttered open to the strange room. The memory slipped in, and she recalled having a fist training with Angie, getting hurt, and Rosa taking her to the doctor before she passed out.Slowly, she sat up, feeling the pain already fading away. All she had were small aches in her bones… part of her was wrapped in bandages, covered so well as she healed.Milena sighed. The fight in the morning had been pretty scary. For a moment, she thought she was going to die.She was relieved that Rosa stepped in, but then her heart clenched in a strange way. Was she that weak?“Little flower?” Rafael's voice caught her attention; her eyes flicked in his direction in surprise. He stepped into the room, looking worried.“Rafael?” she whispered, feeling her worries wash away at the sight of him.He moved closer, holding her hand gently. “Hey, are you okay? Are you feeling any pain?” The way he stared at her in concern surprised her.Milena nodded. “I’m better.
Rafael decided to check on Milena. He did that sometimes whenever she trained. Though, she didn't see him whenever he visited. It was a sneak peek. His little flower was really trying her best to be strong.The sight of her determination brought a proud smile to his face sometimes.After he was done with his own work, he headed to the training center. However, what he heard sent a shock through his bones.Milena was hurt and had been taken to the clan doctor.“Who trained her today?” Rafael asked one of the mobsters, his voice rougher than usual.“Miss Angie,” he replied, and Rafael's jaw clenched. Without a word, he spun around and headed to the medical center.Reaching there, Rafael's eyes darkened at the sight of Milena. She was lying on the bed, eyes closed, her skin bruised, and her face slightly swollen.As he rushed in, the doctors in the room stood and gave him a light bow.“How is she?” he asked, his eyes not leaving her for a moment.“She has several bruises and a broken rib
The trainees aligned in a cue, hands behind their backs, heads straight up, and shoulders squared. Milena took a deep breath, trying her best to control the storm within her.Angie disliked her. She admitted it clearly the moment she came into the room and threatened her. Milena could only hope she would survive today and not end up with bruises.Besides, there was a party to attend on Friday night, which was two days away.Angie walked toward them with slow, deliberate steps, her eyes scanning each trainee like a predator sizing up its prey. Her gaze lingered on Milena a second too long, making her skin prickle."Alright," Angie said, her voice sharp and commanding. "Today’s going to be different. Viktor might have gone easy on you before, but I won’t. If you want to survive in this world, you’ll need more than just willpower. You’ll need strength, endurance, and above all—discipline."Her eyes narrowed on Milena. "And some of you… have a long way to go."Milena’s stomach knotted. Sh
The sound of his name on her lips was like an addictive song to him. The taste of her folds was like an addictive meal.Where the hell has she been all his life?!Rafael took her greedily, nibbling her sensitive flesh and licking her fluid. So good.His tongue parted her walls, then he shoved it in and out of her.He could tell she was over the moon, judging from her loud moans. The way her body slammed back to him when his tongue went in was the best sight.He took his time savoring her and tasting all of her. Her hand reached for his black hair, tangling her fingers through it and pulling him closer for more.“Oh fûck!” she cursed under her breath, lips parted as her eyes rolled to the back of her head.Her thighs tensed under his hold, and soon she released her wetness.Rafael took all of it, not missing a drop. He licked her dry and kissed her stomach.However, Milena, who had just experienced something out of this world, lay down on the floor breathing hard.Whatever had just hap
Fuck!Fuck!She did it! He wanted her to be the one to submit, and she did. Rafeal's mind went wild but he kept them in check.Her lips remained pressed against his, unmoved. She was inexperienced. It was her first time.Why was she so pure? So pure and trapped with a devil like him. Trapped in his own world. His domain. His hell.He wanted to spoil her… to feel every inch of her. Milena was inexperienced, waiting for his reaction, but he did nothing. She made to pull away, but he slammed his lips back on hers, this time taking the lead.He nibbled her soft lips one after the other, taking each turn to savor the sweetness of them.It was good. Too good. How the fuck did she taste this good? Slowly, she got the hang of it, moving her lips against his and mimicking his movements. She was a fast learner, and… damn! Why the hell was it driving him so crazy?He could kiss her all day.Addictive. He wanted more. Rafeal reached to hold her face in place; his tongue shot out, parting her l
Angie delivered a punch to a man's face. He staggered back with a bleeding lip. Just as he was about to fall, Angie held his collar, pulling him closer with a glare.“How could you let her in when you clearly know the rules? Rafael never lets anyone in.”The man with the bleeding lip gasped in fear. “I'm sorry, madam, but she mentioned you had summoned her and that Rafael needed to see her for an important reason.”Angie frowned at his words. What a tricky little girl she was.“And you believed her?” Angie questioned, her eyes growing colder.The man hesitated before speaking. “Well... I heard she sleeps in the Boss’s room, so I thought she might be special and wasn't lying. So I let her in... I'm sorry,” he said, his words tumbling out quickly.Angie shut her eyes, taking a deep breath to ease the anger in her chest before finally letting go of him.“You're very lucky that I'm in a good mood today because I badly want to gouge out your eyes right now,” she threatened, and the man bow
Milena asked around, tracing Angie but found herself at the gate of a new place. She hadn’t seen much of the Deathroll's confinement yet, only the training grounds, the common halls, and gym. But this… this was different.The pathway was made up of smooth stones, leading her to a garden.The sight brought a smile to her face. Oh, she loved the garden. The smell of fresh flowers filled her nostrils, and the rooftop was made of transparent glass that revealed the night sky above.The place was a breath of fresh air, an aura of tranquility she didn't want to leave.She spotted a pool—it was crystal clear, beautiful. Who would have thought a place like this existed in a clan?The fancy light in the room cast a soft glow, accentuating its beauty.In awe, Milena absorbed all the amazing features in the room. Her lips parted in wonder, but she gasped as a deep voice sounded behind her."What are you doing here?"Rafael stood a little distance from her with his hands tucked into his pockets.
Rafael stepped into his personal gym, stripping down his upper clothing, revealing his thick muscles that rippled beneath the surface.He wore his bouncer gloves and faced the punching bag with a hard look on his face.His jaw was tight, his muscles tense. Without hesitation, he threw the first punch, the impact making the bag jerk violently.Another punch. Then another. His knuckles ached, but he didn’t stop. The frustration boiling inside him needed an outlet, and this was the only way he knew how to deal with it.It was happening again... the stupid nightmare of him killing his twin brother years ago was beginning to mess with his brain. The fact that they still haunted him was driving him mad.Rafael kept hitting the bag as if his life depended on it. Each punch was brutal and full of anger and frustration.Silence had left for the mission to gather more information about the hidden alliance of the Wallington… he wanted it to be his own mission, but Silence had left refusing to le