Isadora followed two steps behind Imelda, she followed her lead as they ambled silently through the hallway, to where she guessed the kitchen should be.The silence would have felt natural if Isadora didn't struggle between intervals of a few seconds to say something or not. A question layed dangerously at the tip of her tongue, but she tried to control her curiosity.She knows nothing of this woman yet, it isn't worth the risk of running her mouth yet."Don't hold your tongue, speak if you want to. I'll rather get uncomfortable by your words than this stifling silence." Madam Imelda said amidst Isadora's silence."Who are you?" She asked firmly."You can call me Madam Imelda. I am the head of maids here in the black saints." She replied casually."You know that's not what I'm asking about?" Isadora scoffed.As far as she knew, Vincent holds no respect for anyone, not even his parents. He had singlehandedly murdered his father in cold blood just to make sure he overtook the Black sain
"Senior Brother Vincent," Felicity spoke first, beating the stunned Sienna to it, "Will you be joining us today?" She asked, her voice holding much more hope than she actually had.She held her breath wishing and wishing all over again in her mind, that his answer was positive. It's been so long!Vincent made his way to his seat at the top of the large square table, the others had made sure to steer clear from it even in his absence.He sat down, a mighty presence settling with him."Yes, I am Felicity." He confirmed it. Isadora noticed Felicity's face lit up with joy, if she was yellow a second before, she was of a much lighter shade now. Even that jackass, Mateo looked in a much better mood.Imelda simply nodded in satisfaction, as everyone settled in their respective seats.Isadora moved like a magnet to her master and stood beside him. Even if she stood just beside him, his throne-like chair was so mightily made, she couldn't see the top of his head.But there was a much better v
"Firstly, allow me to share an interesting little story," Vincent cocked his head to the side, he smiled so widely under the dark- panther like mask that one should see his cheeks bulge from the side."I happened to catch wind of a very interesting opinion. One that gnawed my ears so greatly, I thought about it throughout a sleepless night.""What we, the TS siblings went through doesn't matter, the pain of having a drug dusted stick inserted into the penis, enclosed to one place filled with torture for more than a decade doesn't matter, … the dead children don't matter, the babies born from underaged mothers addicted to Lance's many drug formulas don't matter, the unavoidable circumstance of never being able to fit right back into the world doesn't matter, the stigma of intense trauma that sticks to each one of us weighing our minds and conscience on the things we were forced to do with each other doesn't matter….none of that matters if it doesn't directly affect nor benefits a certa
Mateo immediately brought out his dick. He was hard, a conditioned response from what he was used to at Lance's mansion.Vincent turned to Isadora, "Each time you resist him" He held up his fingers, there was a silver ring on it with a peculiar red dot, he had modified it into the collar's only shock control, "You will be punished severely as much as if you are obedient, you will be rewarded."Isadora could hardly make out his words, disoriented. Anything was fine as long as her scorching need ceased."Suck him off." He instructed.Without thinking, Isadora mapped Mateo's dick, her tongue tickling the tip of his shaft before she properly went down on him and covered her warm lips in it immediately.Groaning from pleasure, Mateo held her hair, guiding her deeper and deeper, up and down his cock till she hit his nuts…. wanting more and she delivered in a steady pace, drug induced. This carried on for more than a minute, thick spittle dripping down Isadora's mouth from the repetitive mov
"L-lord Vincent…!" Madam Imelda quickly rushed to Vincent's side and almost cupped his face in her hands, she stopped midway to realize that doing that would get her arms chopped off.Her mouth could hardly translate what she had witnessed… how incredible, a miracle! Surely this has to be a miracle, "Are you alright, my Lord. Do you feel any pain?" She asked, her eyes scanning for any visible anomalies to his health. Her heart pounded restlessly both in worry and joy.Imelda could see his gray eyes dilate… he could feel it too… Even Vincent couldn't hide his surprise as the warm morsel of cake went down his throat.How… how was it possible?! He had just eaten a whole muffin and hadn't even the slightest bit of reaction. There was no pain, no unbearable irritation in his throat, he didn't feel like his insides are on fire, instead, it melted in his mouth like a soothing balm, tantalizing his taste buds in the most painless manner… the beautiful sensation of taste which laid dormant for
After being dropped in the bath, she could see the pain rise on the surface of Isadora's face.Instantly, Isadora's lips morphed into a bitter smile, "Damn it, you can't just leave me alone, can you? I have had enough of you and the bad luck that comes with." She hissed."I understand if you are mad at me, but I didn't lie when I said I came on my own. Vincent must have found some way to listen in on our conversation." Felicity replied, her voice heavy with remorse."I don't forgive easily, Felicity.''Isadora spat, "Neither do I believe a single of your words. You've been here more than I have and with common sense, you should be able to understand and predict the behavior of your leader better."Felicity was quiet. She knew Isadora's words were right, but she had been in such a hurry to speak to her that night, she didn't think her actions through. And now only Isadora suffers from the consequence.Isadora grunted as she tried sitting up. "Who knows? Master Vincent might be listening
Sienna angrily barged into the Green Viper mansion, stomping her foot as she walked into the living area. She threw her purse not minding where it landed. Her hands continually raked her hair as some sort of coping mechanism as she paced about the place.Anger that had risen to dangerous levels laid dormant on her face… she could hide it anymore.A maid nearby trembled, sensing Sienna's distress, "W-welcome mistress Sien…""Get the fuck out of my sight, you lowly thing!" Sienna hit the unfortunate maid who welcomed her in with a tight slap.The sheer force of impact sent the maid to the cold floor. Holding her face as tears burned the back of her eyes, she quickly crawled out of sight."The bitch… that fucking bitch! Arrgh!" Sienna screamed in frustration and slumped into the sofa."Sienna, so you are back so fast? I thought I heard someone come in." A much older lady than Sienna, with eyes which looked like they've had a lot of experience appeared from one of the doors."Not now mom.
Vincent stood staring out the window, his hands crossed behind his back. The mask on his face hid whatever expression he had as Mateo fed him with information concerning the Famiglia."Two more spies sent by Viktor have been caught, my Lord. Should I take care of them or you shall deal with them personally?" Mateo asked.Vincent sighed deeply. Those two idiots will make it the fifth case in a month of Viktor's persistent attempt to infiltrate the Famiglia and wouldn't be the last he shall annihilate.That bastard is starting to get on his nerves. Does he have so many men to spare that he sends them straight into the lion's den knowing well they would never make it out alive?!Viktor, Vincent's younger brother and the Don of the Green Hounds, has become increasingly annoying as one of the biggest enemies of the Black Saints.He hates Vincent to the core for murdering their father in cold blood and promised to exert a bloody revenge by killing Vincent with his own hands.When Vincent ha